pippychick

Katie Hopkins (ETA: Sea)

Motorcycle Emptiness - Manic Street Preachers

Melrick, I remember when that happened, and I so wanted to hug you. I'm glad that things are a little easier now, but I know what it's like to be vigilant too, so I'm hoping you get to relax for a bit now and then. I cared for my Nan before she died of blood cancer, quite a few years ago now. She didn't linger, which was probably kinder as she was really terribly ill. She couldn't do her favourite thing anymore, which was a simple visit to the shops, not even in a wheelchair. I did that for a few months, and among other things I was surprised by how it reordered our relationship. I have no idea how demanding it must be to do it long term. For the record I think you and Bronx are amazing, and it's things like this that make me realise that however bad the news is, or whatever else is happening 'out there'... people care for each other, everywhere, in a billion different ways. These are the real stories. You are heroes.

Off topic, but... there's some major wacky coincidence shit going off here tonight. I've had the Barchester Chronicles to watch for a while, and earlier I thought I may as well put one on in honour of Alan Rickman. Donald Pleasence is also in it. And so is his daughter, Angela. I looked her up on imdb to be sure they were related. What do I find? Donald Pleasence lived in Chapeltown, where I live. It's a village, or it would have been back then. He also went to the same school as me, despite the fact that it was a grammar school when he attended, and a comprehensive when I did. That main school had not changed in the intervening time. I walked down the same corridors, up and down the same staircases, and sat in the same rooms as he did. I was required by law to attend until I was fifteen. He dropped out to work as a railway clerk. The station he would have worked at is now disused and overgrown by woodland within walking distance of my house... near a fishing lake where we used to play as kids. I swear I kid you not. Unbelievable.

Hm... suddenly I can't like posts either. Odd. I've replied to your review in the TV section. Thank you so much for reading, and for letting me play with the idea.

BronxWench 2016-01-07 id # 3000033279 Oh, dear gods, this was so worth the wait. It's atmospheric, and chilling, and completely fucking brilliant. The menace in the informational film seems completely tame compared to what you've conjured as the future of those children. I absolutely can't wait for part two, to see what's in store. This line: "Rain made puddles on the streets that she didn't realise she was avoiding until a bus splashed her and she screamed because it was exactly like his touch." That's just incredible, and vivid, and I'm in awe of this perfect sentence. And if I wake up in a cold sweat tonight, I'll know why... Thank you so much, Bronx, I'm really glad you like it, and I'm pleased that I managed to get some creepiness across. Lots more to come. The rest of it keeps playing over and over in my mind, and I have most of the dialogue. There's a few things I want to convey. I hope I have the skill to get them right. JayDee 2016-01-08 id # 3000033280 Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you for writing this first part of the story. Thank you for taking a brief idea and expanding it to brilliance. It's already stunning, it'll end epic. So, the sex, ok, I likes me some porn this is quite well known, but what you've got here is proper erotica, there's so much feeling and art to it. The way it builds up through for her, is the same for the reader, though hopefully readers won't remember it and orgasm in the street. That sort of thing invites tumblr outrage. This line, "The gouges her fingernails had left in his face bled, falling onto her face like cool summer rain, onto her lips. His blood tasted like tepid sea water." this is so powerful, it's almost like I could taste it while reading it. Thank you again. I hope this gets the readers and feedback it deserves. It is a work of art. I'll wait for the 'to be continued' even if I needs must wait years. Thank you, JayDee, for putting the idea out there for me to play with. To be honest, I did have the majority of this written for some time, but I was convinced the fall was too steep to draw the reader in properly, and that bothered me for ages, so I'm really happy that it doesn't seem to be the case. And, I'm overjoyed that you like it, since it was written for you. I did originally have some idea of going wild and matching your style (I'm a fanfic author, after all), but you are completely inimitable. And part two is on the way. Hopefully it'll be a bit quicker since I've lots of things to pack into it, so I've no concerns about short word count this time.

Ok, I seem to have completely lost any ability I ever had to format, however, part one of this is now posted. The Price Rated: Adult+ Warnings: Horror, M/F, weirdness, hint of necrophilia, character death, mental illness. You have been warned.

Ha! Of course I mean that in the best possible way - I like fiction that disturbs me. The violence is what caught my attention when I was passing through, and made me come back. I will have to check out your Firefly story now, you have made me curious Guts is the story I was thinking of, I believe - the kid who likes to hang around at the edge of the pool, right? Although to be fair that reminded me a bit of King's The Running Man. He has a good bit about intestines in there that was quite gory. It's been a long time since I read it, so I can't be sure exactly where it is (I think it's after he flies the plane into Killian's building), but the description stuck with me because he wrote the sensation of it really well. I like Clive Barker too, though I do have to be in the mood for his recurring theme of worlds within worlds, within worlds. But again, he's very good at sensation, and he occasionally has these little bits of cruelty that I find rather more disturbing than mere gore. And I'll stop right there before I go into full-on "Why horror?" mode.

@ JayDee Yes, the beard. Although really, the first clue is the ruins. Mortal people don't live long enough to see building become ruins, unless they live in war zones. I don't have a profile picture. I think I picked one, once, in the olden days of AFF, when there was a choice of about five preset pictures. I should do something about that. Thank you! This story is review central for me today, it seems... *is happy*

JayDee 2015-07-05 id # 3001432556 I didn't see the ending coming, even with the clue of the bird, or the way the door goes into the gift shops. Were you inspired by the Harry Potter theme parks that were set up? Very evocative of loneliness, and also of failing with age. It's proper storytelling, this. Thank you, JayDee! I honestly don't know where this came from, but I am guessing my mind came up with a strange mixture of Asimov, Westworld, and Harry Potter theme park (though I've never been to one). I pity the poor souls who turn up eventually on that quest of discovery, and find a naked robot Dumbledore doing an impression of Munch's The Scream while looking in the mirror. If he's really unlucky, they'll wake him up again.

I think there is at least an outside chance that I shall be trampled to death by the King's horse during a daring protest at some point in the future. I mean, the Queen is really old, and we're certain to have a King next. And protests in the UK are really starting to heat up... Just saying. Probably just a matter of being in the right place, at the right time, with a leaflet about foodbanks or social housing. Or foxes. Save the foxes! ETA: The best two placards I saw yesterday were a child with a picture of a bowl and spoon, and a caption saying: "Please Sir... Can I have some... anything?" And another guy had one that said: "Dyslexics against the cunts!"

When I used Word, I used to run the spellcheck mostly to find and eliminate passive sentences, and to check those stats, because I didn't want them to get very high. IMHO, in fiction, if you want a reader to follow the storyline and characters, it's really important to be easy to read. But.. having said that, I kind of think it's important whatever you're writing. I mean "A Brief History of Time" is a great book because it's easy to read and comprehend, and so it lets the reader in. Instead of wading through it, you can relax and let Hawking tell you cool secrets about amazing things. There are exceptions. Out of curiosity I checked a website to see what some classic authors score like (some of Oscar Wilde's are quite low), and Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass was at the top, but that's different, because it's like reading someone's soul. Robin Williams springs to mind here, ranting about measuring poetry. Whitman's score is a failure of the equation. Wow.... that's a startling conclusion. Maybe I should always have aimed high.