tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post360198028789296054..comments2023-12-31T16:30:56.708+00:00Comments on Lily Childs' Feardom: Lily's Friday PredictionLily Childshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15861288507716873813noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-89906192450933126952011-01-27T21:03:16.468+00:002011-01-27T21:03:16.468+00:00All done. All finished. No more.
Thank you!All done. All finished. No more.<br /><br />Thank you!Lily Childshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15861288507716873813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-91071489302354223872011-01-27T20:17:10.167+00:002011-01-27T20:17:10.167+00:00can't believe the quality of the writing this ...can't believe the quality of the writing this week and I know, I know, I say it every week.<br />Asuqi, love it! title and all.<br />OK, who is it this week, Lily??????????Antonia Woodvillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12594229396805493611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-73605428085961539072011-01-27T20:03:55.156+00:002011-01-27T20:03:55.156+00:00Asuqi, a bridal fugue on meltdown. I love it. Tota...Asuqi, a bridal fugue on meltdown. I love it. Totally spacey. Great title, stunner first line. Wow!Lily Childshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15861288507716873813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-49659606998870766232011-01-27T19:40:30.907+00:002011-01-27T19:40:30.907+00:00Becky, I love this comment but you´re insane!
You...Becky, I love this comment but you´re insane!<br /><br />You shouldn´t let panic feast on your brain, now be a reasonable girl and go play with Steven ;)asuqihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05478950013985706858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-22099926601363650742011-01-27T18:38:50.939+00:002011-01-27T18:38:50.939+00:00Asuqi, that opening. ARGH! Why can't I write l...Asuqi, that opening. ARGH! Why can't I write like that! <br /><br />Okay, I'm not you. I might borrow the hair and see what happens, though.<br /><br />Loved it. Crazy and dark. Love.R.S. Bohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09101260459422806220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-81441277610406261972011-01-27T18:21:40.130+00:002011-01-27T18:21:40.130+00:00Pixie: poetic cruelty. I really like ”… they seem...Pixie: poetic cruelty. I really like ”… they seemed to spiral with desire.” <br /><br />Mimi: ”caramel voice and throaty laugh” is a great description, and I LOVE tentacle hair!<br /><br />Aidan: you and your wild ominous myths! Always a treat =)<br /><br />Lily: ”…binding his screams to her laughter.” Wow! Great scene! I get spider vibes and meat-eating plant vibes all at the same time.<br /><br />R.S.: Wow, your Death -- worn down with the weight of eternity, but still having a glass of wine and reflecting on a woman´s hair… It´s a pure joy to read this!<br /><br />Chris: Very creepy. I love the title!<br /><br />Melenka: Dark and pounding with fatalism. A tale about the curse of addiction?<br /><br />Kittylefish: It starts like a beautiful dream and ends a true nightmare – great!<br /><br />William: Shit! Scary! The possibility that one´s concept of time might really go out of sync -- super-scary!<br /><br />AJ: Vivid and terrible! A strong piece about a dark period in history. <br /><br />Antonia: Is there such a thing as an existential nightmare? Well, obviously =) Well done!<br /><br />R.S.: Such succulent, exuberant prose! Cruel goddesses FTW!<br /><br />David: Nice twist! I get ”Twilight Zone” vibes.asuqihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05478950013985706858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-38071351375740921822011-01-27T17:49:55.261+00:002011-01-27T17:49:55.261+00:00Lily! Last minute again! And vastly inspired by......Lily! Last minute again! And vastly inspired by...er...myself... ;) I´ll be back with some comments!<br /><br />Till Death Us Depart<br /><br />I release my hair, finally -- it falls off! Who wants a bald bride?<br /><br />My love! He wants me anyway, anyhow, always!<br /><br />I dance around my withered table, my guests so lost without their flesh. I think maybe I was wrong to eat them. And the eggs from the birds´ nests -- should I have spared them? <br /><br />The shattered glasses; a thousand sharp chips. His blood like wine, rich to taste.<br /><br />I´m trapped in a mesh of cobwebs, watching the dried leaves spiral beautifully in the cleansing wind.<br /><br />Another year, my dress a long lost dream, I await you still.asuqihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05478950013985706858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-43222736425260120192011-01-27T07:41:04.999+00:002011-01-27T07:41:04.999+00:00I'm at a lost end now. I don't know what t...I'm at a lost end now. I don't know what to do with myself on a Thursday evening, because I've already written my Prediction this week, and two is just greedy...<br /><br />Thanks for all the comments so far! I might, if I have time (And I haven't had a doze...) I'll read and comment for once, as I'll now have the time :)Katherine Moriartyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16906656050961262255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-68779125048865700272011-01-26T15:14:59.527+00:002011-01-26T15:14:59.527+00:00Ha! thought I deleted that last but, called away t...Ha! thought I deleted that last but, called away to drive the carer home ... rushed away from the puter!<br />the sentence should read, play with the opening of the story given to me through a song, Burn Down The Cornfield. I have yet to see where it's going to go ...Antonia Woodvillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12594229396805493611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-10131491606456230942011-01-26T14:48:54.938+00:002011-01-26T14:48:54.938+00:00Kittylefish, I enjoyed your writing, come play oft...Kittylefish, I enjoyed your writing, come play often!<br />Rebecca, warmth and then ice cold, beautifully done.<br />David, writing at a breathless pace brings us to the dramatic last line, great!<br />Right, having no enthusiasm whatsoever for editing, I think I am going to play with the opening of the story given to meAntonia Woodvillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12594229396805493611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-34789826317443512062011-01-25T23:39:41.962+00:002011-01-25T23:39:41.962+00:00Pixie: Wow. Scary bloodthirsty femme fatale is s...Pixie: Wow. Scary bloodthirsty femme fatale is scary, laughing at her poor foolish victim.<br /><br />Mimi: I love the images of her hair, the siren and the sea. And – tentacle hair for the win! :D<br /><br />Aidan: Very intriguing – I wonder what it’s the beginning of, and not quite sure I want to know. Very powerful in so few words.<br /><br />Luly: This felt kind of like a punch to the solar plexus – I was completely caught up in the desperate scene. And that last line is so chilling. I love it.<br /><br />R.S.: I so love your version of Death, with his casual air of insouciance as he goes about doing his job. I look forward to reading more about him and Moira.<br /><br />Chris: Very vivid and creepy. Makes me want to know more.<br /><br />Melenka: I love the rhythm of the language and the rich, dense imagery. <br /><br />William: I have to say the opening of this makes me laugh. That could almost just be life sometimes – where’d all those years go? Of course, then it turns into this delightful little sci fi horror snippet. Poor Paul.<br /><br />AJ: The imagery is so vivid I really felt immersed in that awful place with those poor people.<br /><br />Antonia: Very vivid depiction of a very hellish nightmare. <br /><br />R.S.: As always, your language is luscious. Given the mythological aspect of this, I suppose that poor lad should count himself lucky if he only lost his eyes. <br /><br />David: I really felt the urgency in this scene. Even with the scant description, I can still see the owner and his shop remarkably clearly. And I appreciate the little twist at the end.<br /><br />Thank you all for letting me play along, and for your kind words.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-11854979835176895512011-01-25T00:00:27.420+00:002011-01-25T00:00:27.420+00:00Rebecca - I've read the Ode three times since ...Rebecca - I've read the <em>Ode</em> three times since last night and it shifts in power every time. This is the first chance I've had to comment but your beautiful take on the myth is bliss on a plate to me. Luscious in every sense of the word. And situated in one of my favourite places. Glad the tweets inspired you - I may dine on your words for some time.<br /><br />David, <em>Wrath</em> is right on the money. I can tell you're back in full noir mode. This is a great piece of writing with sensorial undertones - the spiralling incense dealing out the victim's spiritual curse before the perps have even hit the end of the road. Excellent.Lily Childshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15861288507716873813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-37655158632185804592011-01-24T00:24:09.248+00:002011-01-24T00:24:09.248+00:00Wrath.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yes,” Mike said.
“O...<strong>Wrath.</strong><br /><br />“Ready?” I asked. <br /><br />“Yes,” Mike said.<br /><br />“Okay, masks on and let’s go.”<br /><br />The aroma of incense filled the shop. <br /><br />“CASH NOW!” <br /><br />“No, no, no,” the owner shouted.<br /><br />I leant over the counter, grabbing him by the hair. “MONEY! NOW!”<br /><br />I glanced at the burning incense stick, the smoke rising to the ceiling in a perfect spiral.<br /><br />He handed me the cash, mumbling something.<br /><br />“What?”<br /><br />“I said may the wrath of a thousand killer bees descend upon you both.” <br /><br />“Fuck you, old man.”<br /><br />I counted the cash as we ran down the street. Not bad!<br /><br />“Tony.”<br /><br />“What?”<br /><br />“What’s that humming noise?”<br /><br /><strong>~End~</strong><br /><br />I'll be back to comment, promise!!David Barberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00231973272530266336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-6353380197676519312011-01-23T22:57:49.399+00:002011-01-23T22:57:49.399+00:00Inspired by Lily's tweets. I said, her tweets....Inspired by Lily's tweets. I said, her <i>tweets.</i><br /><br />*<br /><br /><b>Ode to a Greek Goddess</b><br /><br />We have made our own Knossos at the base of a mountain. The wine flows through a spiral carved tablet into our mouths, and we sing a thousand songs during the night. Boys with dark hair and darker eyes feed us; the flesh is raw, sweet, succulent. Each lash of the whip provides us another morsel.<br /><br />In the shadow of the bull’s head, I take a lover. He cries, begs. I promise him he’ll see morning. He does, but when dawn’s first light creeps through the pavilion, I gouge his eyes to break my fast. And then I release him.R.S. Bohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09101260459422806220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-13436610203247732232011-01-23T22:02:38.065+00:002011-01-23T22:02:38.065+00:00AJ - I see myriads of Munsch 'Screams' in ...AJ - I see myriads of Munsch 'Screams' in Song of Silence. Hard yet poetic writing that does nothing to protect us from the horror of war, of abuse. You capture this terror so well.<br /><br />Antonia, your man could almost be the prisoner heading towards Beatrice's sharp embrace. I like that as a reply. A poetic write which takes you down with the fall.Lily Childshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15861288507716873813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-10517385399748573212011-01-23T19:58:52.298+00:002011-01-23T19:58:52.298+00:00William -- A horrifying nightmare. You manage to b...William -- A horrifying nightmare. You manage to bring the worst of human fears to light each time.<br /><br />AJ -- The ovens burned, ready. Yes. You've brought some sad poetry to a miserable, sickening time in history. Well done.<br /><br />Antonia -- I've had that nightmare. It's a heart-stopping one, and you've captured it so well.R.S. Bohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09101260459422806220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-71570233174241372202011-01-23T17:39:36.774+00:002011-01-23T17:39:36.774+00:00Nightmare
Spiralling into darkness, clutching at ...Nightmare<br /><br />Spiralling into darkness, clutching at hairs, hearing a thousand screaming voices as he fell, an endless turning twisting heart stopping fall. Blind in the dark, useless in the speed of his descent, deafened by heartbreaking yells of defiance and suffering, he gave up trying to stop himself, let the slick walls pass by him, or was he passing by them? Normalcy had changed to surreal in a flicker of an eye. <br /> What was at the end of the endless fall, what would greet him? Death, crushed bones of others and of himself? Who was screaming? Was he?<br /> Then he woke.Antonia Woodvillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12594229396805493611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-30396549104423667502011-01-23T17:27:47.449+00:002011-01-23T17:27:47.449+00:00Katie – A nice dark number to start things off. Co...Katie – A nice dark number to start things off. Cold calculating and wrapped deceitfully in a love story.<br /><br />Mimi - lovely descriptions like this always make the narrative come alive. A deathly take mythology, and well written.<br /><br />Aiden - This reminds me of a Shakespearean play, but much darker and inhabited by dark, complex characters. <br /><br />Lily - I could almost smell the dank misery in the oubliette, and I like the metaphor of the spiderlike existence of Beatrice - the web, the chains the devouring of the male - all beautifully told, as always.<br /><br />RS - loving this series of Death and Moira, especially the way you channel his irreverence. Very addictive, this. More please.<br /><br />Chris - horror oozes beneath the surface and prods with a dark finger. Great imagery.<br /><br />Melenka - Dark enough to stir the literary loins. The narrative flows perfectly and pulls me in with its descriptions.<br /><br />Kittylefish - poetic and rhythmic. It's a lullaby read to a tragic tale. Beautiful.<br /><br />William - I liked the twist of this piece. From reality to nightmare to reality again, it messes with your mind.AllWriteFictionAdvicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03381125356850555606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-54914874965309042852011-01-23T16:58:29.561+00:002011-01-23T16:58:29.561+00:00oh my, been busy writing for a couple of days and ...oh my, been busy writing for a couple of days and look what happens, everyone rushes in with first class stuff and leaves me speechless ...<br />Pixie, love it. Such a heroine needs a lot more exploration, when you get the time. (after you write for me, that is!)<br />Mimi, classical brought to life. Magnificent.<br />Aidan, lost for words I am.<br />Lily, gore and glorious writing<br />Rebecca, been doing 'devil featured' stories lately, need to think about Death, but will never match the way you write of him.<br />Chris, silk indeed, slippery silk writing. Loved it.<br />Melenka, mesmerising imagery here.<br />Kittleyfish - You summoned up a lot of images with your tight writing. Great.<br />William, playing on fears. Superb little story there.<br />AJ. another haunting one.<br />Nothing from me yet, still busy with half a dozen other things. Just finished a story that had been in the computer for three days or so, will have to pester the guys for something for this. I know we can, it's just t i m e ...Antonia Woodvillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12594229396805493611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-59159886593087316382011-01-23T16:27:59.853+00:002011-01-23T16:27:59.853+00:00Song of Silence
A thousand hollow, alabaster fac...<b>Song of Silence </b><br /><br />A thousand hollow, alabaster faces stared out from beyond the wire. Sunken eyes and lost expressions filled the heavy atmosphere. The sullen patter of rain spiralled from a slate laden sky.<br /><br />Ribs pushed through taut, parched skin. Fingers clung to the fence like broken claws. Desperation bled from grey cadaver skin; men, woman and children, stripped of clothes and dignity, stood crushed together, holding each other up. <br /><br />The air stank of misery. Fear stalked the muddy fields and stifled the birds.<br /><br />In just under an hour, they would all be dead; life stolen by poisonous gas.<br /><br />The ovens burned, ready.AllWriteFictionAdvicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03381125356850555606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-20740422648811264192011-01-22T23:43:52.077+00:002011-01-22T23:43:52.077+00:00Shit, William - the whole Hide and Seek thing has ...Shit, William - the whole Hide and Seek thing has me freaking; the prime cause of my claustrophobia was being left under a bottom bunk-bed during such a game when the other kids decided to play something else. An hour later I couldn't breathe. Aaaaaargh!<br /><br />Back to you, though. This is so bizarro scary, especially the glass box; the kind of dream where you wake up to find it's all true. Splendid.Lily Childshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15861288507716873813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-48133129017998450672011-01-22T22:03:01.206+00:002011-01-22T22:03:01.206+00:00I'm doing my account's at the moment so I ...I'm doing my account's at the moment so I guess thats why everything I've come up with so far starts with someone counting<br /><br /><br /><b>Hide and Seek</b><br /><br />“998, 999, a thousand! Coming ready or not”<br />As Paul pulled away from the tree to look for his chums, he found he didn’t have a short back and sides anymore, his hair had grown. He wasn’t seven anymore either, he was forty-two.<br /><br />The shock made his mind spiral out of control. <br /><br />“Paul, Paul! You’re coming out of stasis now the year is 2022” <br /><br />As he looked around he realised his body had become a glass box. Deep inside what was left of him he began to scream.<br /><br />“Switch it off” He sensed someone say, then nothing but empty plasma.William Davollhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09705387237656647744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-21359323616567629682011-01-22T16:27:07.623+00:002011-01-22T16:27:07.623+00:00Lily: love the spidery images combined with chains...<strong>Lily</strong>: love the spidery images combined with chains. It creates a darker than my usual image of spiders.<br /><br /><strong>RS</strong>: the reflection on Moira's hair adds great personality to Death. Liked the staccato-ness of the plucking scene.<br /><br /><strong>Chris</strong>: nasty killer; like this noir/detective take on it. I just heard the Drabblecast's <a href="http://gardenstreet.org/drabblecastarchive/Bsides/files/b26ff5dd91584063e7e01e7a7f3fd5a1-12.php" rel="nofollow">Snuggle the dead</a> and your scene elicited the same image I got from that story.<br /><br /><strong>Melenka</strong>: great voice in this piece. The words are haunting and beautiful.<br /><br /><strong>Kittylefish</strong>: I'm intrigued by the images, dream-like but slightly (and only slightly) malevolent: blotting, no warmth, hurt, peircing, lost balance, slipped.AidanFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09876041003278004627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-82126035404222233422011-01-22T12:09:09.452+00:002011-01-22T12:09:09.452+00:00Chris -- Me too! Totally bummed. Sometimes I'l...Chris -- Me too! Totally bummed. Sometimes I'll catch a re-run, but no one seems to run them at any specific time. There is a storyline for this; I knew it the moment I wrote the last line of the first one, so we'll see how this goes. Re: <i>Silk</i>, whoa! That's some imagery. This one kind of stopped me in my tracks. Now, being a bit emotionally invested: will we get to see the capture? The final showdown? I hope so.<br /><br />Melenka -- Glad you followed my link! Welcome, fresh blood. Very poetic, and the last line chills.<br /><br />Kitty -- Agree with Lily; this has a fairy tale-like quality, dreamlike and yet vivid.R.S. Bohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09101260459422806220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536979460489400599.post-77056880194086785412011-01-22T09:28:55.925+00:002011-01-22T09:28:55.925+00:00Rebecca; I am loving this series! It's crying ...Rebecca; I am loving this series! It's crying out to be illustrated, comic-book style. "Death had a glass of wine" has an imagery all to itself. But now I'm worried about Moira - was she there? Had Death done something to her? Do tell.<br /><br />Chris - ah ha! Gotcha. Beatrice isn't a spider; she's a forgotten prisoner, still alive. Yum.<br /><br />So Blackwood and Milton are back; and with style. <em>Silk</em> is superb noir, a whore of a read - I want to read the whole story in a novel. Outstanding plot.<br /><br />Melenka - welcome! <em>Recompense</em> is a dream of a write. It spangles in all the right places, jarring my senses. So pretty in its absolute darkness; I adore it.<br /><br />Greetings too, to Kittylefish. Your use of repetition in your piece is so articulate, and I loved the poetry in your words. To me <em>Sapphire</em> is a painting - a tiny legend, a huge fairy-tale. Beautiful.Lily Childshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15861288507716873813noreply@blogger.com