Chapter 2, part 1 of until I’m happy

30 08 2008

The dream was the same dream she’d had for months. It used to frighten her but now it didn’t. She’s adjusted, become accustomed.

The room was bare. The paint was flaking off the walls to reveal the grey plaster underneath. It was a horrible place. It felt like it should smell of damp but it didn’t. It smelled like cigarette smoke and sweat.

The creature was there too. It was writhing around on the floor, a tangle of flesh and bone, intestines dragging on the floor between its wretched stunted legs. Its blood was oozing and brown, at least she thought it was blood.

When the dreams came first she was scared at what they meant but now it was different. She was used to them and could even manipulate them slightly. It wasn’t much use, the same thing always happened. The creature shuffled across the dusty floor. Each step caused it pain, that was obvious from the way it moved, yet it still approached her. Slowly ever so slowly.

She went for the door. Locked, locked again. There was a sound of people outside, she screamed but they didn’t stop the people never stopped. Now she was scratching at the door, the figure moving closer ever closer. What appeared to be hands moved closer to her? The last thing she saw was the grain in the wood of the door before waking.

Now she was awake, her heart was beating the way it did when she had the dream. Sweat trickled down her back and the sheets stuck to her thighs. Her head throbbed as the hangover came to roost.

The clock read twenty minute to go before she was due in work. The rain poured outside and already she was beginning to regret the night before. She worked as an administrative assistant for one of the Professors in the main universities of the City. It was mostly making sure that he made it to classes on time but afforded her the opportunity to brush up on her skills and get extra classes at night. This was always really meant to be a temp job but after two years it hadn’t really changed.

She picked up her phone and dialled the office. She left a voice mail explaining that she would be late and reminded her boss of his meeting and where to find the files he’d need. Not a good day to pull a sickie so no matter what she had to go in really. “Damn weather” she thought as she went for her second shower of the day. A flash of lightning filled the sky.

By the time she had arrived in the office her feet were soaked, her umbrella was inside out and she was soaked through to the skin. Third shower of the day she thought. She rooted around her desk for a moment and pulled out some painkillers, the type that most women have hidden some place in their desks. Her computer was not co operating either. She sighed; it was going to be one of those days.


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So the reason for my absence……

28 08 2008

Hi All, (ok the one person who actually reads this)

Ok so as you may have noticed I’ve had no output for a while now.

No it’s not a case of I’ve given up already. I do genuinely have plans for the next chapter. However I’m still trying to think of names for the main characters and that can be a hard thing. (Suggestions on a post card……not joking either it’s the reason I post the stuff after all)

I’ve promised one friend that I’ll name a character after them but I don’t think it suits either of the main characters at all.

What’s been happening is that I’ve gone through massive amounts of stress lately. Stuff to do with my personal finances falling through, my relationship coming to an end and a lot of other things has lead to me not really being in a creative fame of mind.

I’m lucky in that my former partner and I are still quite close and will always be friends (yep it’s cliché).

I’ve also got my finances back on track after a long talk the bank. This means I can pay off my medical bills and all that jazz. I’m going to be going for minor surgery soon, even with health insurance it all adds up. On the plus side I should be off work for a week and drugged up so I’ll have lots of time to write.

I’m glad that a lot of the big stressors have calmed down. It means that I can actually start to get the creative buzz again. Once my health is back on track I’m hoping that I’ll have more energy as well. For now though I hope that you can be patient while I sort out some of my private life.

I suppose these are the challenges one faces when you try to get yourself started really. It’s a case of balance that’s been completely thrown off kilter. I like the fact that I only have a vague notion of how things are going to go with the characters as well.

Also going to get a friend of mine to help me reorganise the site a little bit so that I can get all of the “proper” writing in one place. It will be helpful, I think for anyone who’s coming along and saves them trawling through the blog type updates instead.

So hopefully over the next week I’ll have most of chapter 2 done and updated. If I’m lucky I can keep on going on to chapter 3.

Ohh an e-mails and comments are much appreciated too so please keep them coming.


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Bah

8 08 2008

The second part of chapter one I really don’t like. I think I focused too more on the duo than the other character. Hmm

I’m going to continue with the story but I think that it could so with a rewrite.


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Ch1 pt 2

7 08 2008

He was on the bus when the rain had started. “Damnit” he thought. He’d come into the city early because he had an interview that morning. It was ample time to get something to eat then wander around get his bearings on where he needed to go and of course be on time. Now, now he was standing in a doorway praying for the current downpour to end. This wouldn’t be too bad except that he’d not noticed the two drunks continuing on from last night. He was hoping upon hope that they wouldn’t stab him or pester him for money. In face he wished for no contact at all with these people. He couldn’t leave without ruining his suit and then looking like a drowned rat going into the meeting.

The drunks hadn’t really taken much notice of the newcomer. They were more engrossed in their own trials and tribulations of how the world should work. Cieran and Mikey had been sitting in the same doorway, or so it seemed, for years.

Cieran had lost his family in an accident. He’d had the support of his nearest and dearest at first. Over time they began to go about their own lives and forget a little bit about him. He never got the support he needed and found sympathy at the bottom of a bottle. Time turned inside out for Cieran and he ended up in a doorway with a bottle as his only comfort. It didn’t really help but it made him numb which was all that could be expected of him really.

Mikey, well Mikey had been born into a rough home. He’d stolen his first car at fourteen and taken heroin for the first time at sixteen. He couldn’t really afford it much and ended up sitting down beside Cieran one day. For some reason he stayed there and never really went away.

Now the duo were arguing about something. It was getting heated and loud. Something to do with the weather. How it was unnatural kind of downpour.

All he knew was that he was in a bad mood and it was getting worse. He left the doorway. Earlier he had been optimistic and full of life. Now he felt like a husk of a man, heading towards the end of his day.

The two continued to argue and complain long after their unnoticed visitor had left.


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