“Beautiful, isn’t it.” He whispered from the above docking and hadn’t I known it was him, I
could have sworn an angel just spoke to me.
I was sitting on a cold bench, on a cold lonely deck, in a cold night, under the cold distant stars, on a boat washed by the cold night ocean wind, but none of this really mattered. Or, more accurately, mostly none of it reached me.
Above me was the infinitely peaceful night sky, glimmering with stars from far and farther away with a faint pale veil of what we mankind call the milky way. As I was sitting on the bench, on the deck, on the boat, I imagined that, had I been on a smaller boat, which would gently swing to the ocean’s waves, I could say that I was watching the universe breath above me, like a gigantic living being, or a child with starry eyes looking down at a microscopic plankton floating on a strange white object.
I heard his steps clacking at a regular yet enthusiastic pace as he quickly reduce to void the vague distance between us. I tried to keep my attention on the stars but the smile that bloomed on my lips and quickly spread like an African wild firein the savannah and didn’t take its source of origin in the stars above me, but rather, in the sheer delight of having him so close near me.
I shivered a little under the thick blanket wrapped around me and noticing it, he sneaked even closer to gently blow a long humid and burning hot breath on my cheek and neck, which he concluded with an equally suggestive kiss on the jawline and I couldn’t hold it any longer, I burst into a genuine childish giggle. Only he could do such a thing and know that somewhere deep inside secret territories, a mystic fire just got splendidly refurnished with high quality burning wood log.
“You make a little spot?”
I stood up to open my wool cape and let him in, and remembered that moment in the cottage, as I was sitting on his lap, trying to drink my tea without chocking on it. Later that evening, I had my head resting on his chest, dozing off to wonderland, as h was randomly twirling his fingers in my hair. We were almost watching a BBC documentary about the river Ganges, but I was mostly lost in the river of dreams whose tide gently rose around me. Being in his arms like that, I felt I was part of an exclusive living ecosystem, like enjoying the secret breath of a millennial old forest. I let the slow rise and fall of his chest rock me gently to slumber and the melodious female narrating voice building an easier bridge to slumber.
He gently blew air on my face, in a ticklish playful manner and I frowned, wondering about the master trickster's abilities. I opened my eyes and smiled. There he was, tenderly smiling back at me.
"Tommy?" I asked still drowsy.
His smile widened as he offered me his hand.
I hesitated, concerned about disrupting the other Tom's peace, the one in whose arms I was technically snuggled in. I rose my head, but he didn't seem to be too greatly disturbed, yet alone we aware of the presence of his doppelganger. I got up, as softly as I could, which attention to delicateness seemed to greatly amused the other Tom.
He clothed all in white and a soft almost unnoticeable soft glow seemed to gleam about him, his hair was back to short blond too, but the incredible liveliness in his eyes was proof enough it was him. That was undeniable.
He had his hand sturdy laid out, patiently waiting for me, not rushing, holding the invitation. I finally slid my hand in his at the contact of his fingers, a small gently pulsating fire enveloped, it seemed, the entirety of my being. I looked back and had a small vertigo as I observed myself still sleeping on Tom's chest, my breath slow and deep of deep sleep. Tom had a little yawn and looked down on the sleeping me. My heart fluttered as I caught the soft gleaming tenderness blooming on his lips for the instant of a smile.
Tom in white opened the door and the night outside was mesmerizing, with the tall trees like secret guardians on the guard, ready to attack any intruder that had the misfortunate idea of going too far inside secret grounds. I looked the slightest bit up and it seemed the stars had plotted to appear drastically nearer, almost touching the tree tops.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Tom in white asked me and I was short of words to share my enchantment.
He lead me a little further in the woods up ahead of us until we reached a small clearing, not the one in which we had spent the morning, but an equally charming one, even more magic, for there stood, at a few feet in frotn of us, a fire as tall as the man standing at my side, as strong and as vigorous, and certainly as vivid of beauty as irresistibly compelling.
For a moment, I wondered which fascinated me the greater; the man or the fire. I smiled as I thought that how both could burn me, in fact.
"Why are you showing me this?" I asked, fascinated.
"You haven't guessed yet, then." He answered in a riddle. "This is your love for me."
And all of a sudden he was behind me, his arms firmly around my waist, pressing me against him gently but assertively. I couldn't draw my attention away from the fire, the realization of it all seemed too absurdly impossible, woven from the thread of dreams and fairy tales.
Pas the fire, a little to the right, sod an equally tall and majestic castle of ancient stones, I knew, had seen many battles rise and even more men fall.
"The castle there, it's you, right ?" I asked in an equally low whisper.
"Mmhmm." He answered on the same tone.
We stood there a considerable moment, just watching the fire breath a steady crescendo of strong healthy flames, sometimes burping golden sparks of light. Tom kissed me on the cheek and a wave imploded inside, in the core middle, at the root of the fire and rippled in it, on all it's height and circumference, like a small nuclear ring made of fire.
"I guess that ... saying "I love you" is rendered futile in such circumstances."
Any words were rendered useless in the face of such an immensely captivating spectacle.
An unusual noise distracted me. It was as if the sound of a bird flopping his wings was muted to a bare audible minimum and then that muted sound would have been amplified to a point where it covered all other sounds around us.
I wanted to tun around to ask him if he had heard the same noise, but I realized that I couldn't. I was sitting on his lap and all I could do was to turn my head and raise my face. The other, the real Tom, smiled at me, a vague concern shadowed his eyes for a fast volatile moment.
"You heard that?"
He ran his fingers in my hair.
"Heard what?"
I frowned a little, trying to gather thoughts which could define adequately what I was trying to sound reasonably normal, or less fantastical than they actually were.
"It sounded like an amplified muted ... muffled ... bird wing ... sort of noise ... what you'd imagine an angel's wing would sound like.... I guess.
He chuckled softly.
"I think you had a really nice dream."
"Because, this is isn't one?"
Tom stretched out as I got up to to the same. I was just about done when he put both hands on my cheeks and pressed his lips strongly against mine, in a single solid confirmation.
"No, you are not dreaming, Sleeping Beauty."
"Tom, you are sure this is not a dream?"
Under the warm blanket, he bent over and bit hard on my neck, leaving me almost grasping for air. This spot won't content itself in turning blue, and the thought made me smile, which softly exploded into a shy chuckle as those same lips were not gently covering the same spot with apologizing kisses.
Somewhere in the far away forest of my soul, a fire burped particles of light the size of tennis balls and shivered in ecstasy, as a long slow wave of pleasure erupted from the core, its wave embracing the thickness of the fire as it rose like a rogue wave to reach the top.
Somewhere past the fire, a tall castle smiled in its stone walls, as a fortress could do.
This is a small continuation, sequel, to A Small Journey Into Love. It sort of spurred in my mind one random night before I fell asleep and I decided to keep it.
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Friday, December 07, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Inappropriate Meme
stolen from deviant art - mouhaha -originally from http://freakkatt.deviantart.com/
Rules:
1.) Go to urbandictonary.com and type in your answers to the following questions.
2.) Post the 1st definition it gives you.
3.) Tag someone after completion.
1.) YOUR NAME
2.) YOUR AGE?
29
3.) ONE OR TWO OF YOUR FRIENDS?
4.) WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING?
Living :
Can't ya bet Just a tad bit more.... specific ??
5.) FAVOURITE COLOUR(S)?
Pink :
6.) BIRTHPLACE?
Tirgu-Mures isn't defined yet.
Transylvania :
7.) MONTH OF YOUR BIRTH?
The idea of perfection. The 8th Month of the year in certain European and Asian cultures signifies greatness in achieving perfection, or something close to it.
8.) DAY OF YOUR BIRTH?
The age of consent in most countries.
9.) LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO?
Best Friend
10.) NICKNAMES?
Em
1. A typically short girl, who makes up for her lack of height with her extreme beauty, hilarious sense of humour and outgoing nature.
Rules:
1.) Go to urbandictonary.com and type in your answers to the following questions.
2.) Post the 1st definition it gives you.
3.) Tag someone after completion.
1.) YOUR NAME
The kind of girl who everyone loves. She's
stunning and is always lovely. She has a cute face and a great body.
Normally she originates from Italy or Spain.
Girl 1 'Wow look at that girl , doesn't she seem amazing?'
Girl 2 'Yep, she's definitely an Emilia' |
2.) YOUR AGE?
29
The age at which most women stop aging (or so they say!).
3.) ONE OR TWO OF YOUR FRIENDS?
| Angel | ||
The perfect boyfriend; someone who will stay on
the phone with you just because, someone who opens doors for you,
someone who makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside whenever you're near
them. They generally tease you a lot. But you never care.
| ||
4.) WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING?
Living :
That's what you do after you are born and before you die.
| ||
5.) FAVOURITE COLOUR(S)?
Pink :
A word girls wear written across their butts.
Grey:
|
A type of extra terrestrial being (alien).
Usually the most common amongst alleged abductees. Also the type most
commonly connoted with the Rosswell, New Mexico crash site.
Some believe Greys are of the same species of alien as Reptilian. This is debatable. |
6.) BIRTHPLACE?
Tirgu-Mures isn't defined yet.
Transylvania :
Transylvania forms the western and central parts
of Romania. Comes from latin "trans" meaning across and "silva" meaning
forest. So it literally translates to "the land across the forest".
Transylvania usually is accosiated with vampires, which is up to you to decide is true or not.
| ||
7.) MONTH OF YOUR BIRTH?
The idea of perfection. The 8th Month of the year in certain European and Asian cultures signifies greatness in achieving perfection, or something close to it.
8.) DAY OF YOUR BIRTH?
The age at which an American can drive a car and get a job, but still can't vote.
|
Legal age for fucking in the UK.
|
The age of consent in most countries.
9.) LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO?
Best Friend
Best Friends are very special people in your
life. They are the first people you think about when you make plans.
They are the first people you go to when you need someone to talk to.
You will phone them up just to talk about nothing, or the most important
things in your life. When you’re sad they will try their hardest to
cheer you up. They give the best hugs in the world! They are the
shoulder to cry on, because you know that they truly care about you. In
most cases they would take a bullet for you, coz it would be too painful
to watch you get hurt.
10.) NICKNAMES?
Em
1. A typically short girl, who makes up for her lack of height with her extreme beauty, hilarious sense of humour and outgoing nature.
Thursday, August 09, 2012
A concise reference of my Fictions
Year 2006
A chat With
Fiction about me meeting Andrew Eldritch - singer of The Sisters of Mercy
PG-G
That night ... (first edition of "a chat with)
Same as above - alternate version -
PG-G
Andras De Lunsnoir
Introduction of my werewolf character. Fantasy, dark fairy tale, mystery, love, life.
PG-13
His Arrival
Original Character Andras. This is either a continuation or a prequel to Andras De Lunsnoir.
PG-G
Deamon in the morning - I ; Cofee won't save you
Original character,dreams, slightly erotic, fantasy,
PG-13
Deamon in the morning - II ; Kisses in the kornfield
Continuation to the link above
PG-13
Night Spy - The day after the rescue
Original Characters and story about a team of spies doing nightly missions / allusions to bisexuality
PG-13
Night Spy - Debriefing
Second chapter to above link -
Night Spy - Getting Over the Damn Clothing
Third chapter to above links -
Further memo - Miss Taylor is actually a hermaphrodite - she is gifted with both female and male attributes - but that was not yet written. (I didn't have the courage back then to write that kind of intimate scene - even if i did fantasy about it a lot)
The Day I Became a Man
A female narrator tells her adventures as in a random turn of events, she woke up in a male body.
PG-G
The Day I Became a Man - 2
Following chapter of above link
I am currently rewriting this one, updating it. Should be posted on wattpad some time soon.
Year 2007
I need to loose some time
A random fiction based on a world I created - White Darkness - The Master is this over all dark and kind lord who has taken me into his care.
Mavourneen
Is basically the beginning of Sabik Mavourneen, a personal character and crush of mine. It is based on the Sabik Mecha Angel doll by DollSoom but in my mind he became his own individual. In this story, he plays the prostitute - gay magazines model. I am obviously the photographer. It is leading to eroticism, but it is not depicted.
Year 2008
Gankutsuou YAOI fanfiction - I - Dance with me
Fan fiction of the animated series The Count of Monte Cristo as seen and revised by the Japanese team who made this masterpiece. Edmond Dantes, the Count of Monte Cristo, meets Albert, the son of his past love, Mercedes and falls in love with the boy. Gay romance.
I apologize for my crappy English of the past. I will re-write this, correct and update it ;)
Gankutsuou YAOI fanfiction - II - Kiss me
Gankutsuou YAOI fanfiction - III - Secrets in the dark
Gankutsuou YAOI fanfiction - IV - Travel to Orient
Gankutsuou YAOI fanfiction - V - White as Lilies, sweet as honey Gankutsuou YAOI fanfiction - VI - Hidden secrets revealed
A New Queen Is
This was based on a dream - which is the beginning of the first chapter. In this bit the reader is introduced to the main characters and their basic stats
A New Queen Is
Official first chapter of the story - we meet the queen
Harin's Travel
Second Chapter - we meet Harin and the 2 spies
Entering a New Kingdom
Harin and the 2 are travelling - secrets are shared
Finally Home
They are finally in the kingdom where most of the action takes place
Castle White
Harin meets Queen Aylie
So this is how...
First night Harin sleeps with Aramis - nothing happens though, but a kiss - they are not intimate yet
Private Meeting
The 2 spies describe their great concern to the queen and the dangerous threat it could cause
Something unthinkably blasphemous
The threat exposed fully - concerns are arisen
Harin's New Family
Ceremonials and official status being updated
Urgent Departure
Pretty much inspired by the illustrations shown at the bottom of the post - random fiction with Samael - my Captain character - mostly figh. This was the beginning of a fiction where the troups and I would create a love drug to get some easy pocket money outside of the mercenary contracts. Of course, Captain does not approve of us falling that low.Wolks are tall blue men (before Avatar and Frost Giants became popular for their skin colors, I had Wolks! ha !)
Random Fiction : Captain sends us to vacation The narrator is a detective in New York working on a fucked serial killer case.
Captain sends us to vacation - 2
Captain sends us to vacation - 3
I need to finish this one. I know the plot and the outcome. I just need to finish writing it down.
Sabik Mavourneen - complete bio
This was mostly for myself, with the earliest full details of my vision of him, his psychology, attitude
Wattpad
La mer
The first official story exclusively written for Sabik. It is in French though. We are both aboard the Poseidon, luxury boat; he is an electro musician and I am a camera woman - on a secret mission to film mermaids not knowing he is one himself.
L'auto-stoppeuse
A fiction starring Andras my werewolf as he retells his heart breaking story with a Japanese student he had loved and who died in a bus accident. in French
Esclave du Plaisir
First finished short erotic novel. Homosexual oriented, with crude words and expressions. (Written when I was 17-19)
Morvan
Fiction dedicated to my character Henri Morvan, a tortured soul who after the tragic death of his father at sea rebells against it, becomes a priest, but falls into the temptation of a young Vietnamese girl, feels guilty,comes back home to become an old sea wolf as he calls himself before he would meet the woman of his life with whom he finally finds stability and balance. French.
Related chapters
La scène de la bibliothèque
Ellie has convinced Henri to pose for her, in the library of the house
Chose Promise, Chose Due
In exchange of the photoshoot, Henri has asked the right to "use her as he wishes" which mislead to Ellie thinking he wanted to have sex with her, but he had just set up a cuddling night watching Gone With the Wind in Breton language. Henri uses his high school actor talents to fool Ellie and play a prank on her.
Le Facteur
Continuation of above.This is actually how I exteriorized my anger to a Real Life event. An old flame of the main female character shows up at her doorstep just as she is officially settled in her relationship with Henri and it causes a great turmoil in her heart and mind.
Deputy Russel Clark
I had a mild crush on actor Joe Anderson in his role of Deputy Russel Clark from The Crazies, but I could never fully live out my attraction to him, because of his unspoken immaturity or lack of adult manhood ... this was sort of an alternate version of the movie/story
A Trip To Hell And Back
Real account of my hell trip vacation back to my hometown village in the summer of 2011
Le baiser du regard
French short story about a random kiss in the metro between the narrator and a goth boy - how ppl avoid contact, not looking each other in the eye, and he goes as far as that intimate act of getting closer to someone.
A Night With the Most Wanted Man
Fan fiction starring Tom Hiddleston and a female narrator. Erotic, poetic. First Act.
Guess Who
Second Act of the story linked above. Erotic and poetic
About the Harmony of Pain
Fan fiction starring Loki - the god of mischief and a female narrator. Erotic, gore, dark.
A chat With
Fiction about me meeting Andrew Eldritch - singer of The Sisters of Mercy
PG-G
That night ... (first edition of "a chat with)
Same as above - alternate version -
PG-G
Andras De Lunsnoir
Introduction of my werewolf character. Fantasy, dark fairy tale, mystery, love, life.
PG-13
His Arrival
Original Character Andras. This is either a continuation or a prequel to Andras De Lunsnoir.
PG-G
Deamon in the morning - I ; Cofee won't save you
Original character,dreams, slightly erotic, fantasy,
PG-13
Deamon in the morning - II ; Kisses in the kornfield
Continuation to the link above
PG-13
Night Spy - The day after the rescue
Original Characters and story about a team of spies doing nightly missions / allusions to bisexuality
PG-13
Night Spy - Debriefing
Second chapter to above link -
Night Spy - Getting Over the Damn Clothing
Third chapter to above links -
Further memo - Miss Taylor is actually a hermaphrodite - she is gifted with both female and male attributes - but that was not yet written. (I didn't have the courage back then to write that kind of intimate scene - even if i did fantasy about it a lot)
The Day I Became a Man
A female narrator tells her adventures as in a random turn of events, she woke up in a male body.
PG-G
The Day I Became a Man - 2
Following chapter of above link
I am currently rewriting this one, updating it. Should be posted on wattpad some time soon.
Year 2007
I need to loose some time
A random fiction based on a world I created - White Darkness - The Master is this over all dark and kind lord who has taken me into his care.
Mavourneen
Is basically the beginning of Sabik Mavourneen, a personal character and crush of mine. It is based on the Sabik Mecha Angel doll by DollSoom but in my mind he became his own individual. In this story, he plays the prostitute - gay magazines model. I am obviously the photographer. It is leading to eroticism, but it is not depicted.
Year 2008
Gankutsuou YAOI fanfiction - I - Dance with me
Fan fiction of the animated series The Count of Monte Cristo as seen and revised by the Japanese team who made this masterpiece. Edmond Dantes, the Count of Monte Cristo, meets Albert, the son of his past love, Mercedes and falls in love with the boy. Gay romance.
I apologize for my crappy English of the past. I will re-write this, correct and update it ;)
Gankutsuou YAOI fanfiction - II - Kiss me
Gankutsuou YAOI fanfiction - III - Secrets in the dark
Gankutsuou YAOI fanfiction - IV - Travel to Orient
Gankutsuou YAOI fanfiction - V - White as Lilies, sweet as honey Gankutsuou YAOI fanfiction - VI - Hidden secrets revealed
A New Queen Is
This was based on a dream - which is the beginning of the first chapter. In this bit the reader is introduced to the main characters and their basic stats
A New Queen Is
Official first chapter of the story - we meet the queen
Harin's Travel
Second Chapter - we meet Harin and the 2 spies
Entering a New Kingdom
Harin and the 2 are travelling - secrets are shared
Finally Home
They are finally in the kingdom where most of the action takes place
Castle White
Harin meets Queen Aylie
So this is how...
First night Harin sleeps with Aramis - nothing happens though, but a kiss - they are not intimate yet
Private Meeting
The 2 spies describe their great concern to the queen and the dangerous threat it could cause
Something unthinkably blasphemous
The threat exposed fully - concerns are arisen
Harin's New Family
Ceremonials and official status being updated
Urgent Departure
Pretty much inspired by the illustrations shown at the bottom of the post - random fiction with Samael - my Captain character - mostly figh. This was the beginning of a fiction where the troups and I would create a love drug to get some easy pocket money outside of the mercenary contracts. Of course, Captain does not approve of us falling that low.Wolks are tall blue men (before Avatar and Frost Giants became popular for their skin colors, I had Wolks! ha !)
Random Fiction : Captain sends us to vacation The narrator is a detective in New York working on a fucked serial killer case.
Captain sends us to vacation - 2
Captain sends us to vacation - 3
I need to finish this one. I know the plot and the outcome. I just need to finish writing it down.
Sabik Mavourneen - complete bio
This was mostly for myself, with the earliest full details of my vision of him, his psychology, attitude
Wattpad
La mer
The first official story exclusively written for Sabik. It is in French though. We are both aboard the Poseidon, luxury boat; he is an electro musician and I am a camera woman - on a secret mission to film mermaids not knowing he is one himself.
L'auto-stoppeuse
A fiction starring Andras my werewolf as he retells his heart breaking story with a Japanese student he had loved and who died in a bus accident. in French
Esclave du Plaisir
First finished short erotic novel. Homosexual oriented, with crude words and expressions. (Written when I was 17-19)
Morvan
Fiction dedicated to my character Henri Morvan, a tortured soul who after the tragic death of his father at sea rebells against it, becomes a priest, but falls into the temptation of a young Vietnamese girl, feels guilty,comes back home to become an old sea wolf as he calls himself before he would meet the woman of his life with whom he finally finds stability and balance. French.
Related chapters
La scène de la bibliothèque
Ellie has convinced Henri to pose for her, in the library of the house
Chose Promise, Chose Due
In exchange of the photoshoot, Henri has asked the right to "use her as he wishes" which mislead to Ellie thinking he wanted to have sex with her, but he had just set up a cuddling night watching Gone With the Wind in Breton language. Henri uses his high school actor talents to fool Ellie and play a prank on her.
Le Facteur
Continuation of above.This is actually how I exteriorized my anger to a Real Life event. An old flame of the main female character shows up at her doorstep just as she is officially settled in her relationship with Henri and it causes a great turmoil in her heart and mind.
Deputy Russel Clark
I had a mild crush on actor Joe Anderson in his role of Deputy Russel Clark from The Crazies, but I could never fully live out my attraction to him, because of his unspoken immaturity or lack of adult manhood ... this was sort of an alternate version of the movie/story
A Trip To Hell And Back
Real account of my hell trip vacation back to my hometown village in the summer of 2011
Le baiser du regard
French short story about a random kiss in the metro between the narrator and a goth boy - how ppl avoid contact, not looking each other in the eye, and he goes as far as that intimate act of getting closer to someone.
A Night With the Most Wanted Man
Fan fiction starring Tom Hiddleston and a female narrator. Erotic, poetic. First Act.
Guess Who
Second Act of the story linked above. Erotic and poetic
About the Harmony of Pain
Fan fiction starring Loki - the god of mischief and a female narrator. Erotic, gore, dark.
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Potential Idea for Morvan's ending
I had this scene in my head a couple months back - I shared it with Cyndie.
My character is sitting on the bathtub's edge, she is bleeding. She just came out of the shower, but the water still runs. Her third son - Norman - storms in, not knowing his mother was there; he is shocked seeing her like that and is worried by the blood. Norman throws a towel on her shoulders and wraps her. She lets him do.He sits on the floor to face her, looking up at her.
At first he thinks she is having a miscarriage - even if the family hadn't planned new kids. (Sybille, 19, Philippe 17, Norman 15)
She whispers that it's not a miscarriage. Her tubes were ligated after Norman's birth.
Norman is shocked - he doesn't want to admit the other alternative. Henri is not aware of it yet. Although Ellie had been randomly bleeding on and off, it's neither her menopause nor last remaining cycles and she had managed to hide it from her husband. They have a pact between them, that Henri is forbidden to die out in the sea - which is his field - and she feels odd that she is the one ready to die, here in her field, home by her own femininity. Norman swears to keep the secret until she has confirmation by her doctor.
Last few chapters : she is in the hospital, dies.
The grieving, the mourning. Her ghost remains on earth to watch over her family for 3 months - until things settle down.
Philippe's daughter - by his Japanese wife - can see Ellie's soul / ghost. She informs the family, but does not disturb the process of life and doesn't play messenger between Ellie and her family. They need to open their hearts to her in order to hear her last recommendations.
Ellie's last actions as a ghost.
Assist Sybille and her fiancé Jacques on their own walk on the Camino de Santiago, since she always wanted to do it herself.
Give confidence to Philippe to be a theatre actor.
Save Henri from a rogue wave that would have killed him.
"Remember your promise to me. You cannot die in the sea. She won't have my man."
All the family members will see her one last time during the day they most need her.
My character is sitting on the bathtub's edge, she is bleeding. She just came out of the shower, but the water still runs. Her third son - Norman - storms in, not knowing his mother was there; he is shocked seeing her like that and is worried by the blood. Norman throws a towel on her shoulders and wraps her. She lets him do.He sits on the floor to face her, looking up at her.
At first he thinks she is having a miscarriage - even if the family hadn't planned new kids. (Sybille, 19, Philippe 17, Norman 15)
She whispers that it's not a miscarriage. Her tubes were ligated after Norman's birth.
Norman is shocked - he doesn't want to admit the other alternative. Henri is not aware of it yet. Although Ellie had been randomly bleeding on and off, it's neither her menopause nor last remaining cycles and she had managed to hide it from her husband. They have a pact between them, that Henri is forbidden to die out in the sea - which is his field - and she feels odd that she is the one ready to die, here in her field, home by her own femininity. Norman swears to keep the secret until she has confirmation by her doctor.
Last few chapters : she is in the hospital, dies.
The grieving, the mourning. Her ghost remains on earth to watch over her family for 3 months - until things settle down.
Philippe's daughter - by his Japanese wife - can see Ellie's soul / ghost. She informs the family, but does not disturb the process of life and doesn't play messenger between Ellie and her family. They need to open their hearts to her in order to hear her last recommendations.
Ellie's last actions as a ghost.
Assist Sybille and her fiancé Jacques on their own walk on the Camino de Santiago, since she always wanted to do it herself.
Give confidence to Philippe to be a theatre actor.
Save Henri from a rogue wave that would have killed him.
"Remember your promise to me. You cannot die in the sea. She won't have my man."
All the family members will see her one last time during the day they most need her.
Monday, August 06, 2012
A few stats for myself
Collected stats from my written fictions with Tom and Loki on all platforms where they were published
There are 2 main stories in various chapters
The fiction titled "A Night With The Most Wanted Man" was actually what should have been the second story, since the first one "About the Harmon of Pain" is quoted in the previous title. (It's a fiction inside a fiction.)
The reason why this shuffling happened is because the original draft of About the Harmony of Pain didn't please me enough - it was simply too much of an amateur's work, with too many things copied, rather than inspired from the source.
Original location was set up in New Mexico, just like in the movie Thor, but I thought it wouldn't fit Loki's character, being a Frost Giant and I really wanted to work on the "monster" aspect, the all together physical, geographical and spiritual isolation of both characters. At night, before I would fall asleep, I kept having this random imagery of me walking in a thick snow at night - which is basically my White Darkness fantasy world which I run in my head since so long I don't know when I started it - and then, out of the blue, from behind a tree, Loki comes out of the shadow and each night the scenario would change. It took me a few days but I figured out that, Brønnøysund in Norway would be a much more fit location to the story, though it's not clearly mentioned in the text, I used google map to describe the region.
Also, the fact that the narrator lived in the same mobile home setting as Jane, from Thor, disturbed me in the sense that - oh look - one more same element taken from the movie. Added to Loki's fall to about the same drop point as Thor, I just couldn't take it. To me it would have been cheap and low thievery. Nothing original there, even if the fiction's purpose was set on Loki's hurt feelings and self questioning, it's not enough of a reason to go that low.
So now - the compiled data - as of August 6th 2012
There are 2 main stories in various chapters
The fiction titled "A Night With The Most Wanted Man" was actually what should have been the second story, since the first one "About the Harmon of Pain" is quoted in the previous title. (It's a fiction inside a fiction.)
The reason why this shuffling happened is because the original draft of About the Harmony of Pain didn't please me enough - it was simply too much of an amateur's work, with too many things copied, rather than inspired from the source.
Original location was set up in New Mexico, just like in the movie Thor, but I thought it wouldn't fit Loki's character, being a Frost Giant and I really wanted to work on the "monster" aspect, the all together physical, geographical and spiritual isolation of both characters. At night, before I would fall asleep, I kept having this random imagery of me walking in a thick snow at night - which is basically my White Darkness fantasy world which I run in my head since so long I don't know when I started it - and then, out of the blue, from behind a tree, Loki comes out of the shadow and each night the scenario would change. It took me a few days but I figured out that, Brønnøysund in Norway would be a much more fit location to the story, though it's not clearly mentioned in the text, I used google map to describe the region.
Also, the fact that the narrator lived in the same mobile home setting as Jane, from Thor, disturbed me in the sense that - oh look - one more same element taken from the movie. Added to Loki's fall to about the same drop point as Thor, I just couldn't take it. To me it would have been cheap and low thievery. Nothing original there, even if the fiction's purpose was set on Loki's hurt feelings and self questioning, it's not enough of a reason to go that low.
So now - the compiled data - as of August 6th 2012
A Night With the Most
Wanted Man - I
Introduction part / PG- G
Comments: 90
Favourites: 54
Views: 739 (4 today)
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Favourites: 54
Views: 739 (4 today)
Downloads: 3 (0 today)
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A Night With the Most Wanted Man (full text) PDF
Full text / Mature
Comments: 216
Favourites: 44
Views: 1,098 (7 today)
Downloads: 43 (0 today)
Favourites: 44
Views: 1,098 (7 today)
Downloads: 43 (0 today)
Wattpad : 153 reads
Blogger : 20 reads
Guess Who ? Part 1 (sequel to A N W T M W M)
Introduction / PG-G
Comments: 41
Favourites: 32
Views: 509 (3 today)
Downloads: 19 (0 today)
Favourites: 32
Views: 509 (3 today)
Downloads: 19 (0 today)
Wattpad : 23 reads
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Guess Who ? Part 2
Second Chapter / PG-G
Comments: 12
Favourites: 18
Views: 224 (61 today)
Downloads: 2 (0 today)
Favourites: 18
Views: 224 (61 today)
Downloads: 2 (0 today)
Wattpad : 31 reads
About The Harmony of Pain
Intro + Chapters 1, 2 / Mature
Comments: 15
Favourites: 29
Views: 492 (4 today)
Downloads: 12 (0 today)
Favourites: 29
Views: 492 (4 today)
Downloads: 12 (0 today)
Wattpad : 16 reads
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About The Harmony of Pain - Part 3
Chapter 3 / PG-G
Comments: 2
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Views: 179 (4 today)
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Favourites: 12
Views: 179 (4 today)
Downloads: 4 (0 today)
Wattpad : 18 reads
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Thursday, February 16, 2012
Heaven, in a Jar.
The Original
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