Maria’s Stuff: The fight against evil.

John walked into the lecture room and every one in the audience focused on him. He often wondered if people were disappointed when they saw him. They expected a knight in shining armor what they got was a nondescript man.

John was neither tall , nor an impressive man. He knew he would be skimmed over in a crowd. But here, he was regarded with awe. He held power. Here his past victories reigned. He had experience in the world of tracking down evil. His greatest wish was to pass his knowledge on to others in an effort to rid the world of as much insanity as possible. Each day began with this lone thought rattling around in his brain: Imagine a world where everything is as it should be. How wonderful and amazing would it be to have evil fade into insignificance and be forgotten?

Eilis sat among the audience. She had one thing in common with John. She was as ordinary as ordinary can get. She wore nothing startlingly out-of-place. Dressed in scruffy jeans, checked shirt and long hair framing her ordinary face. She was careful to don a normal expression, one of an audience of two hundred all wearing the same benign look, striving to understand the words being delivered at a precise rate.

John took a deep breath and before he began his lecture he scanned the group before him. It was always this way, deliver your lecture to an unappreciative looking group of students and then hope that one of your points would stick with even one of them. He was hoping for a miracle. Still, as he continued on delivering his lecture he wondered which one it would be and what they would get from it.

What he failed to realise was the miracle would take his world in a direction he had never thought it capable of.

A Muddled Tale Continues….

A Muddled Tale

Part 3: It is a weird world – Three  Knights in a new world..

 

When the awkward problem of no clothing was solved, they came to a heart stopping decision. It was made in their usual manner by holding a group discussion. This meant a very meandering path was taken before the point was clarified. The conversation went something like this:

“These clothes are very soft,” Grouchy muttered as he ran his hand gently up and down the shirt fabric.

“Not very manly nor fit for a Knight. They don’t clank or need polishing.” Sleazy whispered. “But I agree they are warm and don’t make my skin itch.”

“Yes. But they are not normal but neither is this world. That hut looked like nothing we know.” Lazy beckoned and they moved closer. When they were in a tight huddle he whispered, “we are under a spell. Be very careful of what you say and who you say it to.”

“I agree, we are in a world of magic and mystery. We are not afraid. We are knights – we have to stick together.” Grouchy gave a nod and stood very tall and proud.

The decision was made. Even though they were strangers in a strange world they would act knightly and stay together.

Two minutes later they split up to search for food or a means of transport. They would meet at the foot of the mountain close to them at dawn next morning.

It is not necessary to go into the tedious frightening details of how badly they each fared. Enough to say when they returned to their meeting point, none of them carried any food or had a horse or cart with them.

Grouchy was shaking. Sleazy rendered speechless. Lazy was jabbering like an idiot.

They walked to a small stream. After taking a drink Grouchy declared it to be tainted. Then they ate berries which they found growing in a nearby hedge. Sleazy thought they were sour and too bitter.

Lazy said, “we are neither Goldilocks nor the three bears. I think they are fine.” He ate his fill which left the hedge pretty empty.

Night was descending on the mountain in an abrupt manner. By the time Grouchy lit a fire  it was dark and cold. Sleazy dumped a bundle of sticks on the ground and crouched low. He said, “there is something peculiar happening. Lazy was spinning on his head. One minute he was dancing on the spot the next he was spinning on his head.”

Grouchy frowned, “I have had a peculiar feeling all day, like I should be providing a better place for us to stay. I have this itch to make the ground more comfortable and the fire bigger to warm us all.” He jumped to his feet. With a screech of horror he said, “I’m turning into a girl.”

Sleazy nodded. “It is as I thought . We are bewitched. I know this because I have been counting non-stop all day long. We need to hide.”

Grouchy considered his words carefully. “To be in disguise and untraceable we should take new names.”

Sleazy allowed this thought time to roam and wander through his head.

Lazy danced into view. He performed a neat pirouette and said, “I have this desire to dance. I am crazy or ill.”

“No,” Grouchy said, “you are under a spell.”

Lazy searched the landscape around them. Briars and gorse were mingled with brambles and small trees. “Who put us under it? And where are they?”

Sleazy explained their theory on the event. “We should change names. I would like to be called Liam.” Lazy declared.

“I am George, ” Grouchy said.

They both turned to Sleazy. He wrinkled his nose and thought for a long time. “I am Sam.” With a deep furrow spreading across his forehead he admitted, “though it will seem strange to be called that, why don’t we stick to our initials?”

So they became G, S, L.

“We need to get moving as far away from here as possible.” G said.

“In the morning, would be fine with me.” S said to L only to find L had twirled out of sight.

 

 

Bob’s Diary: Halloween Night – I luv it

I’ve avoided all her silly dress up ideas.

bob normal

I mean….. isn’t this face scary enough ?

But I’ve a plan….. I’m concentrating on the important stuff….

goodie bucket close up

Unlike Ellie and Kevin

Make your own mind up. Which house is rockin?

kev in party mode 1

Oops sorry that is only the 1st stage: Ellie says, hang on more coming….

kev 2

 

Scary but how about this for Awesome Sauce?

bob beside kennel

 

I told them the party starts on the 31st but they showed up at 2 minutes past midnight, so it’s ..Party time.

camping out

 

But I’m waiting to catch a witch

waiting 2

 

snag some Jelly babies and marshmallows

waiting 3

 

from the tail of her broomstick..

waiting 1

Flash Fiction.. Reeled in….

He wasn’t prepared for the overwhelming infusion of her.  The simple scent of citrus was driving him beyond reason.  He never wanted to let her go. His hammering heart warned him that if he didn’t do something soon, he would be tempted to push the boundary of their new and tentative friendship.

She smelt sweet, tasted like heaven and he knew he needed more than friendship. Her constant claims of not looking or wanting a boyfriend puzzled him. If she didn’t like men then why did she hang around with him?

The Dance

He watched from the shadows, studying her, relishing her discomfort.  Time stretched on, he smiled. It felt sweet to witness her fear about being let down. This was the first time he was late to meet her. He inched his way forward. With a sudden burst the last few feet were covered in a rush of thundering footsteps.

The sound sent her spinning about. Panic fled, relief flooded her face as she said, “Oh it’s only you.” Then Karen continued. “Sorry, Joe, I didn’t mean it that way. You gave me such a fright. I was miles away.”

“Somewhere nice?” His teasing tone prompted an answer.

Karen’s smile reached her eyes and lit up her whole face. The transformation was immediate. She changed from being ordinary to extraordinary.

It had drawn Joe to her. Her quiet beauty and his secret game. But she didn’t know about it yet. He would reveal all at the right moment. A tingle of anticipation shot through him.

He remembered vividly the first time they met. His orchestrated loud sneeze interrupted her battle with the many bags containing her afternoons shopping. With a loud clatter they dropped to the floor. He had been apologetic and kind, quick to pick them up.

Conversation had been light and easy. Before she knew it Karen had impulsively agreed to go for a coffee with him. He was well aware of his powers of persuasion and suspected that her usual answer to sudden invitations was a stiff thank you followed quickly by a soft refusal.

However, she later confessed, she was tired of feeling lost, a nobody in a vast swirling pool of people that was the city. His invitation had been like a breath of fresh air, changing everything.

Karen said, “I was thinking of how much we have in common. It is really remarkable to find someone who has the same interests and views on life.”

Joe looked into her eyes searching for some indication of suspicion. What he saw made him relax. “It was fate.  Do you agree?  I mean, why else would you have said yes to coffee with a complete stranger so quickly?”

“How could I refuse a handsome knight?” She smiled tentatively.

The truth was Joe had planned everything from the start. He had caught her at a moment when her defenses were down. He imagined her life was tedious and she longed to have the bravery to step outside her box. He wondered if she had been tempted to end the boredom everything swiftly and cleanly.  He hoped not, he had other plans for her….