Monday, 5 July 2010
Sorry peeps ...
I'm sure you're all well aware by now that I am useless when it comes to computers and gadgets!!!! So ... if you are wanting to read 'Single Red Roses', you will have to look on the side bar (Under the followers) and chapters 1 & 2 are under "Oops, here it is" ... The latest chapters should already be in view!!! If that makes sense. I have altered the settings so comments can be left ... I hope you enjoy ... Thank you xxxx
Friday, 2 July 2010
I really need your comments guys!!!
Don't forget if you're reading this, you're going to have to start with the older posts ... chapter 1, 2, etc!!! And I really need HONEST opinions
Thank you xxxxxxxxx
Thank you xxxxxxxxx
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
BEFORE YOU READ THE NEXT CHAPTER ...
Hi guys, before you read the next couple of chapters, I have been advised to inform you all that 'Single Red Roses', the story, the characters and the dialogue have been copyrighted, this is to protect what is known as 'intellectual property'. As many of you will know, 'Roses' is semi-autobiographical, so why anyone would want to rip a story off which details a part of my life, to me seems ridiculous, but anyway, here goes...
CHAPTER THREE: NOW
She lay on a cold, hard floor, shivering uncontrollably. She opened her eyes to complete and utter blackness, no shadows, just darkness. She squinted to try and adjust her vision, but nothing. Her body still ached, but she could move now, easier. She held her arms out in front of her until she came to what appeared to be a wall. She slid her aching, shivering body across the hard floor until she could prop herself against it. The room had a smell about it, that was familiar, but she couldn't place yet.
The buzzing had disappeared from her ears and the blackness was eerily quiet, she thought she'd heard a shuffle, but convinced herself otherwise. Still shivering, she tried to pull the small cardigan she had been wearing around her; the cardigan was wet and sticky, but she couldn't see what it was and it felt as though it had been torn. A shuffle again. This time she was certain, her throat was dry and sore but she managed,
"Who's there?"
She felt a presence, getting closer,
"Who the fuck's there and where am I?" She yelled with a raspy voice.
She shocked herself because she never swore, but this time the circumstances allowed it.
"Who's there?" She pleaded, her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, at least she knew she was alive! She could have sworn she heard a whisper, but the beating of her heart rang in her ears and she couldn't be sure.
"Who's there?" She repeated.
Then a whisper, so close the breath blew her hair from her cheek.
"Hello."
She jumped, facing the direction of the whisper, the voice barely audible yet she knew it was a man.
She had stopped shivering and although she should be terrified, a sense of calm overwhelmed her.
"Who are you and Where am I? she asked.
"I'm Seamus," He whispered, "I've come to meet you, don't be afraid."
CHAPTER FOUR: THEN
Catherine entered her house and kicked off her shoes, making a mental note to herself never to wear such ridiculous heels for work again. She toyed with the idea of a cool shower to wake her up but decided this would take up too much energy. She was hungry but even making a sandwich would seem like a chore, so she ignored her grumbling stomach, walked into the lounge, turned on the TV and snuggled into her dad's chair. Everyone was out so she decided she would catch forty winks before the chaos of everyone arriving home from work. She needed no rocking, and it wasn't long before her eyelids became heavy and she began to give in to sleep. No sooner had she dropped off, the phone rang out. She sit there, eyes still shut, thinking she would just let it ring, but whoever it was, was persistent. She climbed from the chair, still half in slumber and answered the phone,
"Hello?"
"Hiya Cathy, it's only Flo love, are you out at the quiz tonight?"
"Hiya Flo ... I don't know yet, I'm knackered, I've done a double shift and I just want to sleep. Besides I haven't rang our Dave yet."
"Oh, well I'm going out so I'll save you a seat shall I?"
"I don't know yet Flo, I just said I'm knack..."
"Okay then Cathy love, I'll see you about half seven... Bye"
And she'd gone. Flo was an older woman in her sixties and Catherine hated it when she did things like this, she'd have to go now because she'd never hear the end of it.
Although Flo was much older than Catherine, she was a good friend and a real character; most people would avoid her, she was disabled and in a wheelchair and tried to convince everyone she was a psychic! Her wheelchair was a mini pharmacy and shop; whatever you needed, Flo had it somewhere on her wheelchair! Her life had been sad one, but she never let it get her down; she was loud and opinionated, she smoked dope ("for medicinal purposes you see") and most people gave her a wide berth, but not Catherine, Flo irritated the Hell out of her, but she loved her.
So, Flo had decided Catherine was going out tonight so she better make an effort and get in the shower before the gang got home and there was a queue for the bathroom! She'd also better ring Dave, her uncle; for the past year the quiz on a Friday night was what they did, their ritual, and they frequently won! Catherine was the eldest of three and the only girl; Dave was her mum's brother and the youngest of six, so they were closer in age and more like brother and sister. Catherine looked up to him and loved spending time with him and his friends.
CHAPTER FIVE : NOW
"I'm not afraid," she said, "I just want to know where I am and what do you mean, 'come to meet me?'
"Shhh, now, don't worry, it wont be long now and your eyes will adjust." Seamus whispered.
"But where am I? I need to get back for Joseph, if he wakes up and I'm not there he'll be scared."
"Joseph's been taken care of don't worry, you'll see him later, there's just a few things to do first." He reassured her.
"But who are you? Do I know you? You sound familiar."
"We've met before, a long time ago."
It became apparent to her that the smell was coming from Seamus. She knew this smell and she knew the soft Irish lilt in his voice but she couldn't place where she knew him from. Although she felt a lot calmer than before, she was worried about Joe, her two year old son; she'd left him earlier that night with a babysitter, she had no idea what time it was, but she knew if he woke and she wasn't there, he wouldn't settle for the rest of the night.
Seamus placed a hand gently on her shoulder,
"Don't worry about Joseph, he's safe. Now close your eyes ... it's time."
CHAPTER THREE: NOW
She lay on a cold, hard floor, shivering uncontrollably. She opened her eyes to complete and utter blackness, no shadows, just darkness. She squinted to try and adjust her vision, but nothing. Her body still ached, but she could move now, easier. She held her arms out in front of her until she came to what appeared to be a wall. She slid her aching, shivering body across the hard floor until she could prop herself against it. The room had a smell about it, that was familiar, but she couldn't place yet.
The buzzing had disappeared from her ears and the blackness was eerily quiet, she thought she'd heard a shuffle, but convinced herself otherwise. Still shivering, she tried to pull the small cardigan she had been wearing around her; the cardigan was wet and sticky, but she couldn't see what it was and it felt as though it had been torn. A shuffle again. This time she was certain, her throat was dry and sore but she managed,
"Who's there?"
She felt a presence, getting closer,
"Who the fuck's there and where am I?" She yelled with a raspy voice.
She shocked herself because she never swore, but this time the circumstances allowed it.
"Who's there?" She pleaded, her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, at least she knew she was alive! She could have sworn she heard a whisper, but the beating of her heart rang in her ears and she couldn't be sure.
"Who's there?" She repeated.
Then a whisper, so close the breath blew her hair from her cheek.
"Hello."
She jumped, facing the direction of the whisper, the voice barely audible yet she knew it was a man.
She had stopped shivering and although she should be terrified, a sense of calm overwhelmed her.
"Who are you and Where am I? she asked.
"I'm Seamus," He whispered, "I've come to meet you, don't be afraid."
CHAPTER FOUR: THEN
Catherine entered her house and kicked off her shoes, making a mental note to herself never to wear such ridiculous heels for work again. She toyed with the idea of a cool shower to wake her up but decided this would take up too much energy. She was hungry but even making a sandwich would seem like a chore, so she ignored her grumbling stomach, walked into the lounge, turned on the TV and snuggled into her dad's chair. Everyone was out so she decided she would catch forty winks before the chaos of everyone arriving home from work. She needed no rocking, and it wasn't long before her eyelids became heavy and she began to give in to sleep. No sooner had she dropped off, the phone rang out. She sit there, eyes still shut, thinking she would just let it ring, but whoever it was, was persistent. She climbed from the chair, still half in slumber and answered the phone,
"Hello?"
"Hiya Cathy, it's only Flo love, are you out at the quiz tonight?"
"Hiya Flo ... I don't know yet, I'm knackered, I've done a double shift and I just want to sleep. Besides I haven't rang our Dave yet."
"Oh, well I'm going out so I'll save you a seat shall I?"
"I don't know yet Flo, I just said I'm knack..."
"Okay then Cathy love, I'll see you about half seven... Bye"
And she'd gone. Flo was an older woman in her sixties and Catherine hated it when she did things like this, she'd have to go now because she'd never hear the end of it.
Although Flo was much older than Catherine, she was a good friend and a real character; most people would avoid her, she was disabled and in a wheelchair and tried to convince everyone she was a psychic! Her wheelchair was a mini pharmacy and shop; whatever you needed, Flo had it somewhere on her wheelchair! Her life had been sad one, but she never let it get her down; she was loud and opinionated, she smoked dope ("for medicinal purposes you see") and most people gave her a wide berth, but not Catherine, Flo irritated the Hell out of her, but she loved her.
So, Flo had decided Catherine was going out tonight so she better make an effort and get in the shower before the gang got home and there was a queue for the bathroom! She'd also better ring Dave, her uncle; for the past year the quiz on a Friday night was what they did, their ritual, and they frequently won! Catherine was the eldest of three and the only girl; Dave was her mum's brother and the youngest of six, so they were closer in age and more like brother and sister. Catherine looked up to him and loved spending time with him and his friends.
CHAPTER FIVE : NOW
"I'm not afraid," she said, "I just want to know where I am and what do you mean, 'come to meet me?'
"Shhh, now, don't worry, it wont be long now and your eyes will adjust." Seamus whispered.
"But where am I? I need to get back for Joseph, if he wakes up and I'm not there he'll be scared."
"Joseph's been taken care of don't worry, you'll see him later, there's just a few things to do first." He reassured her.
"But who are you? Do I know you? You sound familiar."
"We've met before, a long time ago."
It became apparent to her that the smell was coming from Seamus. She knew this smell and she knew the soft Irish lilt in his voice but she couldn't place where she knew him from. Although she felt a lot calmer than before, she was worried about Joe, her two year old son; she'd left him earlier that night with a babysitter, she had no idea what time it was, but she knew if he woke and she wasn't there, he wouldn't settle for the rest of the night.
Seamus placed a hand gently on her shoulder,
"Don't worry about Joseph, he's safe. Now close your eyes ... it's time."
Friday, 25 June 2010
Ooops! Here it is!!!! 'SINGLE RED ROSES' xxxxx
CHAPTER ONE: NOW
She lay there, waiting. Every bone in her limp, aching body felt like she had been run over by a 51 bus; she'd felt like this before, but this time it was different. This time she wasn't alone ... he'd broken his golden rule. She could hear the muffled voice of the taxi driver who'd stopped to help her, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. She tried desperately to move her arm but something was stopping her; her leg was the same, a heavy lead weight. She could feel panic taking over; something was wrong this time, desperately wrong ... different. Where was he? Why couldn't she hear him? Suddenly a loud buzzing, like the interference when you're trying to tune a radio filled her ears; the pain was unbearable and then, a blinding white light. Her eyes began to adjust and just as swiftly ... blackness; the white light disappeared, leaving just a pin prick of light in the distance, then ... nothing ...
CHAPTER TWO: THEN
It was a Friday. Catherine waited impatiently for the bus having done a double shift; the journey wasn't that far, but it was always worse on a Friday. She could've done without it today. She knew that the thirty degree heat outside, would make the bus feel like a hundred degrees inside. Her eyes were finally adjusting to the light, having been cooped up in an artificially lit switchroom for twelve hours when the bus turned the corner. It was as she expected; women with prams, kids in high spirits in contemplation of the weekend and an overpowering stench of body odour. She climbed on the bus and made a mental note to herself that this was another perfect reason for her to start her driving lessons again! There was a seat at the back of the bus and for a moment she considered just standing; she didn't know if she could face the prospect of fighting her way past the screaming toddlers, prams and old people with sticks. Her swollen, aching feet made her mind up for her and she pushed her way to the back giving disingenuous smiles on her way, adding equally disingenuous comments of,
"Sorry," as she struggled to make her way to the seat. She sat down next to a large lady, who was wafting the air with a copy of the local rag.
"Sit down love. It's hot innit?"
Catherine just smiled; she knew this woman's type and any hint of small talk would ruin what she hoped would be a swift and peaceful journey. The woman weighed up Catherine's response and gave a disgruntled look, muttering something about 'ignorant people', under her breath. On any other day, Catherine might have been bothered to talk to the woman, but not today; she felt drained and just needed to get home in peace, have a shower, decide whether she was going to go out tonight as planned or just sleep for England!
The bright light of day, coupled with the chaos on the bus was giving Catherine a headache. She toyed with the idea of closing her eyes, just for a few minutes, but she knew she would probably fall asleep and miss her stop. Her eyelids were already heavy and she would have no problem falling asleep; she could manage a fifteen minute bus journey surely?
Having no luck in an attempt at conversation with Catherine, the large lady took it upon herself to speak to anyone who would listen to her. A young woman with a grumpy toddler upon her knee, sat across the aisle from them. The woman leaned across Catherine in an attempt to tap the young woman on the shoulder; the full weight of her large, perspiring breasts in Catherine's face.
"I say, it's hot innit? No weather for little 'uns this. What's up with him, is he thirsty?"
The young woman was obviously hot and bothered herself, but not wanting to be rude, made the mistake of answering,
"Yes, I think he's a bit thirsty. He's tired though and this weather is making him crabby."
"Here!" She announced and began pawing through her bags, elbowing Catherine as she did so,
"I know I've got a little drink in here somewhere. I always carry one so I can take my tablets, and I know I haven'y had any tablets ... ooh, here it is!"
She took out a boxed carton drink and began struggling to get the straw in.
"Here love, just stick that straw in there will you, I can barely see the hole."
And she stuffed the carton in to Catherine's hands. She was perturbed by this, but couldn't be bothered to argue. The large lady was obviously pleased that she had managed to get someone's attention and her voice got louder as she announced,
"I remember when mine was little. This weather was bloody awful for 'em, and nobody would help you would they?"
A small woman of roughly the same age just smiled at her and nodded. Catherine managed to pierce the carton and began passing it across to the young woman; the large lady snatched it from her hands, almost suffocating her once more with her over-ample breasts. She gave Catherine a disgruntled stare, before leaning across to give the carton to the young woman herself.
"Pathetic," Catherine thought and looked down to the front of the bus to see if she was anywhere near home; she was considering getting off and walking the rest of the way. When she saw she had at least two miles to go, she thought better of it and closed her eyes.
A sudden jolt of the bus woke Catherine; the large lady was frantically shaking her arm,
"Are you there love? Ah, she's fallen asleep." She announced to the rest of the passengers.
"I need to be off and I can't get by her." The engine of the bus kicked in and as the driver began to move slowly from the stop, she screamed,
"Driver! Stop! This young lass has fallen asleep and I need to be off at this one ... hang on!!!
Catherine was awake now. She could feel the eyes of all the other passenger's on her. She woke quickly, grabbed her bag, wiped the saliva that had crept out the corner of her mouth away, apologised to the large lady and cockled her way down the length of the bus . She didn't have time to get her bearings and it wasn't until she was off the bus that she realised her stop had been four stops previous, so she would have to walk anyway.
It had been chilly when she had left for work thirteen hours ago and she had decided on a black pair of trousers, thick jumper and her new four and a half inch killer heels; she was regretting that decision now as she back-tracked the half mile back to her house in the blistering heat.
She lay there, waiting. Every bone in her limp, aching body felt like she had been run over by a 51 bus; she'd felt like this before, but this time it was different. This time she wasn't alone ... he'd broken his golden rule. She could hear the muffled voice of the taxi driver who'd stopped to help her, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. She tried desperately to move her arm but something was stopping her; her leg was the same, a heavy lead weight. She could feel panic taking over; something was wrong this time, desperately wrong ... different. Where was he? Why couldn't she hear him? Suddenly a loud buzzing, like the interference when you're trying to tune a radio filled her ears; the pain was unbearable and then, a blinding white light. Her eyes began to adjust and just as swiftly ... blackness; the white light disappeared, leaving just a pin prick of light in the distance, then ... nothing ...
CHAPTER TWO: THEN
It was a Friday. Catherine waited impatiently for the bus having done a double shift; the journey wasn't that far, but it was always worse on a Friday. She could've done without it today. She knew that the thirty degree heat outside, would make the bus feel like a hundred degrees inside. Her eyes were finally adjusting to the light, having been cooped up in an artificially lit switchroom for twelve hours when the bus turned the corner. It was as she expected; women with prams, kids in high spirits in contemplation of the weekend and an overpowering stench of body odour. She climbed on the bus and made a mental note to herself that this was another perfect reason for her to start her driving lessons again! There was a seat at the back of the bus and for a moment she considered just standing; she didn't know if she could face the prospect of fighting her way past the screaming toddlers, prams and old people with sticks. Her swollen, aching feet made her mind up for her and she pushed her way to the back giving disingenuous smiles on her way, adding equally disingenuous comments of,
"Sorry," as she struggled to make her way to the seat. She sat down next to a large lady, who was wafting the air with a copy of the local rag.
"Sit down love. It's hot innit?"
Catherine just smiled; she knew this woman's type and any hint of small talk would ruin what she hoped would be a swift and peaceful journey. The woman weighed up Catherine's response and gave a disgruntled look, muttering something about 'ignorant people', under her breath. On any other day, Catherine might have been bothered to talk to the woman, but not today; she felt drained and just needed to get home in peace, have a shower, decide whether she was going to go out tonight as planned or just sleep for England!
The bright light of day, coupled with the chaos on the bus was giving Catherine a headache. She toyed with the idea of closing her eyes, just for a few minutes, but she knew she would probably fall asleep and miss her stop. Her eyelids were already heavy and she would have no problem falling asleep; she could manage a fifteen minute bus journey surely?
Having no luck in an attempt at conversation with Catherine, the large lady took it upon herself to speak to anyone who would listen to her. A young woman with a grumpy toddler upon her knee, sat across the aisle from them. The woman leaned across Catherine in an attempt to tap the young woman on the shoulder; the full weight of her large, perspiring breasts in Catherine's face.
"I say, it's hot innit? No weather for little 'uns this. What's up with him, is he thirsty?"
The young woman was obviously hot and bothered herself, but not wanting to be rude, made the mistake of answering,
"Yes, I think he's a bit thirsty. He's tired though and this weather is making him crabby."
"Here!" She announced and began pawing through her bags, elbowing Catherine as she did so,
"I know I've got a little drink in here somewhere. I always carry one so I can take my tablets, and I know I haven'y had any tablets ... ooh, here it is!"
She took out a boxed carton drink and began struggling to get the straw in.
"Here love, just stick that straw in there will you, I can barely see the hole."
And she stuffed the carton in to Catherine's hands. She was perturbed by this, but couldn't be bothered to argue. The large lady was obviously pleased that she had managed to get someone's attention and her voice got louder as she announced,
"I remember when mine was little. This weather was bloody awful for 'em, and nobody would help you would they?"
A small woman of roughly the same age just smiled at her and nodded. Catherine managed to pierce the carton and began passing it across to the young woman; the large lady snatched it from her hands, almost suffocating her once more with her over-ample breasts. She gave Catherine a disgruntled stare, before leaning across to give the carton to the young woman herself.
"Pathetic," Catherine thought and looked down to the front of the bus to see if she was anywhere near home; she was considering getting off and walking the rest of the way. When she saw she had at least two miles to go, she thought better of it and closed her eyes.
A sudden jolt of the bus woke Catherine; the large lady was frantically shaking her arm,
"Are you there love? Ah, she's fallen asleep." She announced to the rest of the passengers.
"I need to be off and I can't get by her." The engine of the bus kicked in and as the driver began to move slowly from the stop, she screamed,
"Driver! Stop! This young lass has fallen asleep and I need to be off at this one ... hang on!!!
Catherine was awake now. She could feel the eyes of all the other passenger's on her. She woke quickly, grabbed her bag, wiped the saliva that had crept out the corner of her mouth away, apologised to the large lady and cockled her way down the length of the bus . She didn't have time to get her bearings and it wasn't until she was off the bus that she realised her stop had been four stops previous, so she would have to walk anyway.
It had been chilly when she had left for work thirteen hours ago and she had decided on a black pair of trousers, thick jumper and her new four and a half inch killer heels; she was regretting that decision now as she back-tracked the half mile back to her house in the blistering heat.
Monday, 21 June 2010
Right then...
I have decided that I am going to post some of a play I wrote a while ago...as some people find it difficult to read plays, I am gonna have a serious bash at writing it as a novel. I don't want this to be an over-indulgent thing on my part, I'm just hoping I can use it as a tool to get people reading my work and giving me some constructive criticism. Thanks a lot and the first installment will probably come when everyone is tucked up in bed cos that's when I get my best ideas!!! LOL xxx
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