Sierra's New Book and How Negativity from Parents & Educators Affects Creativity

 


The following is a response to a post by Sierra Brave.

You can help Sierra choose the title for her forthcoming book. My choices are "Taming Goldie" or "Locking Down Goldie."

https://sierrabrave.rocks/2021/02/24/spoiled-or-scared-wipwed-mfrwhooks/

Educators and parents can have a tremendous effect on a person's confidence in their creative abilities. My mother always belittled my artistic talents and, consequently, I have no confidence in my ability to create art.

My sixth-grade teacher was a nasty man who should have been nowhere near kids or adults. His attitudes probably would have reduced a pack of wild dogs to quivering jelly. He insisted that we create outlines for our stories and follow them--but if we followed them too closely, he'd know we wrote the story first and fail us. To this day, I absolutely cannot work from an outline for creative projects. I actually start shaking and feeling sick.

I was normally a quiet, well-behaved kid, but I despised my sixth-grade teacher with a fiery passion. One day when no-one was looking, I locked his file cabinet and tossed the keys behind his desk. When he tried to get into the cabinet, he was furious. He demanded to know who locked the cabinet. Nobody said anything, and no-one would have suspected me. 

I suppose in the long run it's a good thing he found the keys because things could have gone worse. There were times when he was physically abusive with some of the boys. 

There was one time that I was very sick with strep throat and was out of school for three weeks. When I returned he berated me in front of the class, shouting "Just what are you trying to pull?" I almost gave up on writing for good because of this asshole. However, despite my depressive tendencies and low self-esteem, I've always had a powerful survival instinct and maybe just plain orneriness. I decided that I wasn't going to let him get the better of me. I kept writing.

Still, it's forty-four years since I was in the sixth grade, and to this day I still get physically sick at the idea of using an outline when writing stories.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~



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Cloned Heat II: Mementos #MFRWHooks #RainbowSnippets #SnipSun #8Sunday

 


Genre:
M/M erotica, sci-fi

Blurb:

While fleeing fearsome Pingucury raiders, hunky roughnecks Iker Macauley and Peregrine Varga encountered Ohannes Hertz, a pleasure clone left for dead at Lord Gabriel Blackwood's ranch. The grateful Ohannes offered the pair a place to hide and refresh themselves, and the trio became intimately acquainted.

Iker and Peregrine hope to get Ohannes to the safety of the monastery before they return to company headquarters for their new assignment, but their mission is interrupted by a group of randy renegade soldiers under the command of the rogue general Darden Bissette. 

Finn Storm is an amphibious pleasure clone created by Bissette to fulfill his merman fantasies. Finn is full of surprises and Ohannes swiftly falls under the seductive siren's spell.

Snippet

“Ohannes is certainly naïve, but we don’t know what kind of bond he had with Blackwood. He might have been the old boy’s numero uno.”

“I know that Pretty Boy wants to rescue Blackwood, and I hope the monks can talk him out of it.”

Iker peeked into the suite. Ohannes was putting on a pair of black stone earrings shaped like stars. The willowy young man ran his finger over a pair of glimmering golden cufflinks. A black stone carved in the shape of a letter G adorned one cufflink and a letter B adorned the other.

“Put ‘em in your carrying bag and let’s scat,” Iker commanded. “We ain’t got all day to traipse down memory lane, Babycakes.”

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The Hops
Notes
I started out strong visiting blog hops this week but fell off track because I was working on a new Cloned Heat installment inspired by one of the Reedsy prompts. I ended up creating a (relatively) clean segment for Reedsy, followed by an explicit double feature. Both are currently available only on LBRY. The story is out of chronological order and I can't say when it will be published on Amazon. 

I'm excited about this story, except that now I still have to create Cloned Heat III for March publication. Agh!

Instead of featuring the entire first chapter from Cloned Heat II for the March MFRW Steam hop, I intend to share the entire first chapter from General Bissette's A.I.'s as a special surprise. This will annoy some, delight others, and the majority probably won't give a toss either way. 


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Somebody stop me! In my next life, I need a brain that works sensibly.

Cloned Heat II: The Mystery of Master Blackwood #MFRWHooks #RainbowSnippets #SnipSun #8Sunday

 


Genre:
M/M erotica, sci-fi

Blurb:

While fleeing fearsome Pingucury raiders, hunky roughnecks Iker Macauley and Peregrine Varga encountered Ohannes Hertz, a pleasure clone left for dead at Lord Gabriel Blackwood's ranch. The grateful Ohannes offered the pair a place to hide and refresh themselves, and the trio became intimately acquainted.

Iker and Peregrine hope to get Ohannes to the safety of the monastery before they return to company headquarters for their new assignment, but their mission is interrupted by a group of randy renegade soldiers under the command of the rogue general Darden Bissette. 

Finn Storm is an amphibious pleasure clone created by Bissette to fulfill his merman fantasies. Finn is full of surprises and Ohannes swiftly falls under the seductive siren's spell.

Snippet

“I’ll hurry,” Ohannes promised. “I just want to see if I can find some jewelry and maybe a shirt or a jacket, just a memento to remind me of Master Blackwood and connect me to him so I’ll see him again someday.”

“I hope this kid’s romantic notions don’t wind us up in a pack of trouble,” Iker muttered to Peregrine as Ohannes searched through his master’s opulent suite for keepsakes. “Do you think his master had real feelings for him? You looked at the roster. Blackwood had thirteen pretty clone boys to serve the desires of himself and his guests. He passed Skinny around like a party favor. I think he might have been proud of his sexy little investment, but I doubt they had a soul bond. Boy’s fooling himself if he believes that.”

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Sally's Scribbles: THE KISS - WEP DL

Sally's Scribbles: THE KISS - WEP DL:   WEP FEB 2021 - THE KISS Here we go again. #WEP 2021 begins with the first of our arty prompts - The Kiss! 

Very nice and, I think, rather realistic.

In my brief stage "career," I once auditioned for a part where I had to kiss the actor who was auditioning. My face went beet red. The director said, "if you don't kiss him, I will." I figured that Steve would probably prefer that Tony didn't kiss him, but who can say? I'm sure the kiss I gave him was the unsexiest kiss he ever received. I smashed my face against his and gave a quick smack.

I didn't get the role, and I wasn't surprised.

I was definitely not cut out for romantic scenes. 

The Kiss: #WEP2021 meets WIP Wednesday

 

The Kiss

Dream Lover

Pepper was filled with conflicting emotions. The dowdy, forty-seven-year-old nurse’s aide had been dismayed to learn that one of her longtime heroes, blues-rock guitarist Gerry Clifford, had been placed in a care home in London’s storied Crouch End borough. At just sixty-two years old, Gerry had been diagnosed with dementia.

Pepper always thought that Gerry was sweet and smart, and she felt that what was happening to him was terribly unfair. She wondered if he was frightened. She knew that she would be. So, she sent a wish into the Universe, inviting Gerry to come to visit her if he felt lonely or afraid. On one hand, she thought this was a foolish thing to do. On the other hand, she was an adept oneiromancer, although she had been trying to avoid the Dreamlands lately.

While working the night shift at Trinity Gardens Retirement Community, Pepper slipped into the employee lounge and dozed. To her delight, Gerry came to visit her. To her surprise, he expressed romantic feelings for her.

“Surely he’s mistaking gratitude for desire,” Pepper told herself. “I’ll have to straighten him out, gently. I can’t let myself fall for him. No more dream lovers—not ever.”

Pepper sat on the dilapidated bed in her cold, squalid bedroom. She found a relaxation video on the computer, lay down, and pulled the covers up around her. Her quintet of cats joined her, curling up beside her. As Pepper began to drift off, she sensed Gerry’s gentle presence.

“What are their names?” Gerry inquired.

“Who?” Pepper asked.

“The cats, silly bird. What are they called?”

“They’re called cats,” Pepper responded puckishly. “You said it yourself.”

Gerry smiled and caressed Pepper’s face.

“Blimey smart-arse,” he teased. “I know you wonder why I like you, but you oughtn’t. You make me smile.”

“I’m a fat, ugly lump.”

“I bloody well beg to differ.”

“Are you going to tell me you don’t think I’m fat?”

“I’m telling you that you ain’t an ugly lump. Anyways, ain’t nobody ever mistook me fer beautiful. Why fret about it? If some arsehole can’t see the good in you, they don’t deserve to know you. Why don’t you forget this nonsense and come dancing with me in the Dreamlands? C’mon, take my hand. We’ll be there in a flash.”

All Dressed Up for the Dance

Pepper left her tired body and followed Gerry through the gate that he conjured. They emerged in a modest room at a motel in the Dreamland city of Falona.

“This is one of me permanent residences in the Dreamlands,” Gerry explained. “Take a look in the wardrobe, Darlin’. It don’t lead to Narnia, but you can imagine something lovely to wear and you’ll find it there. C’mon, hop to! I wanna get dancin’.”

“Gerry, I don’t know how to dance,” Pepper protested.

“I really don’t either. That’s the nice thing about bein’ astral. Your thoughts take the lead. You’ve never been dancin’ in your dreams?”

Pepper shook her head.

“Then allow me to be your first partner.”

“My only partner,” Pepper corrected. “Once I’ve danced with you, I won’t ever want to dance with anyone else.”

“Well, maybe not a slow dance, but I’m sure that you’ll want to dance other styles with others. Take Paul and David, for instance. Me brothers like to cut a rug. I’d not get jealous if you wanted to do a little tango with Paul or Davy. Each one of ‘em has his own unique style.”

“I just hope I don’t end up making a fool of myself.”

“You won’t. Do you fancy my look?”

Gerry spun around in front of the mirror and his casual clothes transformed into a sharp tuxedo.

“I have to say, I never imagined you in a tux,” Pepper admitted.

“’Ey, I was capable of bein’ elegant when I wanted to. It didn’t happen often, but sometimes I liked to play fancy.”

“You look very fetching, my sweet fetch.”

“Now it’s your turn. I wanna see what you choose.”

Pepper closed her eyes and imagined herself in a ball gown. She spun around as Gerry had. When she looked in the mirror, she was dressed in an orchid chiffon gown with a full, frilly skirt.

“You look luscious, my comely clairvoyant,” Gerry praised.

“Are you sure I don’t look like a giant dish of sorbet? I like the color of this gown, but I’m not sure it’s right for someone with my build.”

“Well, I like sorbet, and sherbet, and ice cream, and very recently I’ve discovered that I have quite the craving for Pepper. It’s my very favorite spice. Now, let’s have a little vertical expression of a horizontal desire, shall we?”

Come Dancing

Gerry and Pepper walked from the hotel to the grand ballroom. The revelers spun and twirled with ease, and Pepper feared that she was going to wind up as a laughingstock. Sensing her unease, Gerry approached the bandstand and spoke to the orchestra leader. The handsome, olive-skinned man with the slick black hair seemed happy to see Gerry and the pair embraced. Gerry returned to Pepper as the band began to play Artie Shaw’s “Stardust.”

“That’s me brother-in-law, Cecil,” Gerry remarked as Pepper stepped uncertainly into his open arms. “” E’s married to me eldest sister, Nancy. C’mon, Darlin’, relax! Yer spine is stiff as a rod.”

“I’m afraid I’m going to squash your cute little feet with my big, clumsy ones,” Pepper fretted.

“I ain’t sure me feet are that cute. Anyways, you oughtn’t worry about it. Just let yourself move with the music. Before you know it, we’ll be the smoothest couple on the floor. Close your eyes and move how you feel.”

Pepper closed her eyes and allowed herself to move with Gerry. As the song crescendoed, his lips pressed against hers, and she felt as if the two of them were melting together, becoming one with the music and the Universe.

992 Words

Acknowledgments

Dream Lover is a 1959 song written and initially performed by Bobby Darin.

“All dressed up for the dance” is a line from the 1957 song “A White Sport Coat,” written and initially performed by Marty Robbins.

Come Dancing is a 1982 song written by Ray Davies and performed by The Kinks.

Prompts

Reedsy

https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/

Write about a first date that surprises both people, but in different ways.

Submitted on 15 February 2021—my 56th birthday.

WEP

https://writeeditpublishnow.blogspot.com/2021/02/here-we-go-again-wep-2021-begins-with.html

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Cloned Heat II: Leaving Home #MFRWHooks #RainbowSnippets #SnipSun #8Sunday

 


Genre:
M/M erotica, sci-fi

Blurb:

While fleeing fearsome Pingucury raiders, hunky roughnecks Iker Macauley and Peregrine Varga encountered Ohannes Hertz, a pleasure clone left for dead at Lord Gabriel Blackwood's ranch. The grateful Ohannes offered the pair a place to hide and refresh themselves, and the trio became intimately acquainted.

Iker and Peregrine hope to get Ohannes to the safety of the monastery before they return to company headquarters for their new assignment, but their mission is interrupted by a group of randy renegade soldiers under the command of the rogue general Darden Bissette. 

Finn Storm is an amphibious pleasure clone created by Bissette to fulfill his merman fantasies. Finn is full of surprises and Ohannes swiftly falls under the seductive siren's spell.

Snippet

Ohannes Herod Hertz was disconsolate about having to leave the only home he had ever known. The young pleasure clone insisted on looking through his master’s bedroom for a memento.

“Son, we really don’t have time,” roughneck foreman Iker Mehmûd Macauley insisted. “The military or the Pingucury could come through here at any minute. We need to get moving early if we’re to have any hope of getting to the monastery by nightfall.”

“Let him see if he can find a little something to take with him, Ike,” Peregrine Cenric Varga countered. “The poor kid is losing everything he’s ever known. Let’s make it quick, though, Ohannes. The Pingucury usually attack at night, but they’re unpredictable. The military is supposed to protect civilians, but there’s a lot of corruption in the ranks. I’d prefer to avoid the lot of them.”

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Note
I've received a couple of complaints about the brevity of my snippets. The Cloned Heat series is comprised of short stories with an approximate 3000-word count for each book. If I gave away an entire chapter each time, I'd be giving away most of the book in a month. Think of it like the little spoonful you get if you go to an ice cream shop and ask for a sample. I'm giving you a taste of the story.

Also, it works out nicely for me to do three brief snippets culminating with the entire first chapter when the MFRW Steam hop rolls around. At this point, I'll be preparing to introduce the next book in the series. You can think of MFRW Steam day as Free Cone Day. 

The Hops

Readers Roost: The Time Gatherer Book Promo and Giveaway

Readers Roost: The Time Gatherer Book Promo and Giveaway: This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Rachel Dacus will be awarding a $20 Amazon or Barnes and No...

If you enjoy sci-fi and fantasy, consider taking a little time to read the adventure of a young time traveler who enlists the help of a medieval monk and a 23rd-century geneticist as he tries to stay one step ahead of a group of people determined to eliminate time travel. There's a cool $20 giveaway too, so check it out.

Readers Roost: Playing to Score Book Promo

Readers Roost: Playing to Score Book Promo:   New Release! Playing to Score By Lisabet Sarai   With the right opponent, even Scrabble can be foreplay MM BDSM Erotic Romance ...

Check out the hot new m/m erotic novelette by Lisabet Sarai. For adult audiences only.

Readers Roost: A Detestable Name Guest Post and Giveaway

Readers Roost: A Detestable Name Guest Post and Giveaway:   A Detestable Name by Arabella Brown Genre: Chaste Regency Romance Pitchforked into the title by his brother’s death, the new Lord Newsam a...

If you like regency romance, check out A Detestable Name. There's also a giveaway to enter.

Readers Roost: Piper's Song Guest Post and Giveaway

Readers Roost: Piper's Song Guest Post and Giveaway:   Piper's Song by Sara E. Tall   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~   GENRE :    Young Adult Fantasy   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BLURB: Billie thinks s...

Billie is a tough and noble heroine who appears to be surrounded by idiots and sycophants. Check out her story!

Jenni Enzor: ISWG: The Critique Sandwich

Jenni Enzor: ISWG: The Critique Sandwich: I once heard a local author, who won an Oregon Book Award, speak. During the Q & A, someone asked him about getting critiques on his...

I try to do the sandwich thing myself. I remember one occasion when I was participating in a generally friendly writing competition and one person was rude to me early on in the comments. I was a bit salty and sarcastic with her because of her tone with me but I left it at that. 

It was like blood in the water though, because a bunch of other commenters jumped on me, insulting my work. It got so bad that one of the group's organizers called people out on their behavior. It reminded me of being back in school. I've never had anything like that happen again. I have to say, I'm still salty about it.

Tidbit Tuesday: Galaxy Girl: Sorrow

 

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Finding Something Forgotten

Sorrow

Pepper Baiij did not mind her job at Trinity Gardens Retirement Community. Most of the time, the nights were uneventful. She walked the hallways of the vast building and put notices on the bulletin boards. She performed a variety of clerical tasks. Sometimes a resident called her, often for a minor problem such as replacing a dying smoke alarm battery or opening a medication bottle. There were occasions when a resident didn’t make it to the toilet in time, and sometimes there were genuine emergencies.

Pepper tended to have a fair amount of downtime, and she liked it that way. She knew that her family was disappointed in her for having a job with so little status, but the job had a decent salary and perks beyond insurance benefits. One of Pepper’s favorite perks was access to the wellness center with its therapy pool.

Since Pepper worked nights, there was rarely anyone else in the wellness center when she arrived. She could play her CDs and work out in the warm water of the pool, dreaming about the stories she was writing or envisioning the exciting life that she’d never have.

Tonight, Pepper’s chosen CD was Red Zone Terminal by Mainline, one of her longtime favorite bands. She had once kept a close watch on all things Mainline, but over the years her attention became focused on the struggles of daily life, and, recently, on the resurgence of her dreamland drama with troubled actor Kris Rooiakker who had more than once promised her the moon and delivered an emotional black hole.

Pepper showered and dressed in scrubs for her shift. Kris kept invading her thoughts, but she decided to ignore him. When she finished her first set of rounds, which were, fortunately, uneventful, she decided to see what Mainline was up to these days. It had been a while since she’d checked on her old favorite band. Perhaps they had a new album coming out. Perhaps she’d finally take her now-grown children to see them.

Pepper’s search led to a picture of Mainline’s founder, Gerry Clifford. She was astounded by his appearance. At sixty-two years old, she didn’t expect him to look like the sweet-faced young man barely out of his teens whose picture she’d first seen back in the 1970s, but Gerry had aged drastically. He looked like a man in his eighties.

Delving deeper, Pepper discovered the reason for Gerry’s startling alteration. She wanted to cry, but the tears seemed to stick in her throat. She felt as if she might vomit. With trembling fingers, she dialed her son Quetzalcoatl’s number. Quetz tended to keep late hours, and if he were asleep, he wouldn’t notice the phone.

Quetzalcoatl was up playing video games and answered on the second ring.

“Hey, Ma, what’s up?” he asked.

Acknowledgments

Sorrow is a song written by David Gilmour and performed by Pink Floyd. It appears on the band’s 1987 album “A Momentary Lapse of Reason.”

Prompts Used

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Tale Weaver

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/02/04/tale-weaver-313-finding-something-forgotten-february-4th/

Reedsy Prompts

Submitted to https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/ on 9 February 2021 for the Start your story with a major news event breaking — one that will change the world forever prompt. This chapter was also inspired by the Write about an elderly character who was part of a historic movement years ago and Write about a child witnessing a major historical event prompt.

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About the Story

This is a segment from my WIP, Galaxy Girl, which is part of the Yadira Chronicles and Tales from the Dreamlands series. You can read the full chapter on LBRY for 15 LBC (approximately $0.45).

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The Stable Boy's Roughneck Ride Chapter 1 #MFRWSteam #MFRWHooks #MFRWAuthor



Genre

M/M erotica, sci-fi

The Blurb

When Pingucury raiders attack their rig, hunky roughneck clone foreman Iker and his equally buff pal Peregrine are forced to flee. The friends encounter Ohannes, a sweet and submissive pleasure clone who offers them shelter. 

The Snippet

Peregrine Cenric Varga knew trouble was coming when he heard the deafening roar of multiple motors and saw the dust cloud obscuring the setting suns on the horizon. The muscular 55-year-old roughneck clone turned to his foreman, 59-year-old Iker Mehmûd Macauley, who was looking through his binoculars at the approaching Pingucury raiders.

“Any chance for defense?” Peregrine inquired.

“Negative,” Iker replied, shaking his head. “We need to scatter to the four winds and hope that the military was prepared for this. I would have protested assignment to Igrobos had I known that we would be facing constant attacks from the Pingucury. I’m a simple Hangiri clone rigger, not a fucking career soldier or military clone.”

Iker gave his crew the signal to abandon the Hangiri rig, and the men hurried to their hover-chops, putting as much distance between them and the raiders as possible. The Pingucury were infamous for their brutality to captives.

Sometimes the raiders’ only goal was to steal the raw Gaccov brought to the surface by the Hangiri rig, but this lot also had bloodshed as their goal judging by their impassioned pursuit of the departing roughnecks.

“Scatter!” Iker ordered his team. “Try to keep them away from the settlements. Where the hell are the damn Xawei? They need to do their jobs and protect our people!”

“Drunk or fucking horny Gaccov execs with a uniform fetish, I imagine,” Peregrine mused. “Let’s make for that abandoned homestead to the North. Maybe there are old animal blankets or some hay in that stable to hide the chops under.”

“I hope that there’s a reasonably comfortable and well-hidden cellar to camp in until the threat has passed,” Iker mused. “Preferably one with rations and booze.”

The men cut the lights on their hover-chops and set the engines to coast. They cruised over the dry fields to the stable, where they parked the vehicles and covered them with old blankets and hay. They focused their attention on finding a hiding place.

“Ike, we ain’t alone,” Peregrine whispered. “There’s someone up in the loft.”

“Shit! Well, we’d better bring ‘em with us before they have a chance to get themselves and us captured by the Pingucury. That’s the last fucking thing I need is a scared civvy to babysit. Anyways, I hope that it’s a civvy and not a nest of Pingucury.”

Iker climbed the ladder to the loft with Peregrine close behind. The men drew their plasma pistols, setting them to stun.

“Come on out, we ain’t gonna hurt ya,” Iker called quietly. “But we all need to find a better place to hide and quick. The Pingucury are closing in, and they don’t care much about the Uturn Convention rules for treatment of prisoners.”

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Let's Go To The Hop

Note: This week I am taking a detour from sharing The Stable Boy's Roughneck Ride to share a piece from the final chapter of my newly finished WIP, The Key of Eidolon, which I have renamed The Quest for the Wizard’s Key since Eidolon is never mentioned in the story, but the Yaddithian wizard Zkauba makes several appearances.
 
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Haunted

An Unspoken Language

Gerry Clifford sat on his bed at Candlelight Ridge Care Center trying to make sense of his thoughts. He had attempted to write them down in one of his increasingly rarer moments of clarity, but the results of that were a puzzle.

“At the recent Grimster’s Convention, it was agreed that lanmiters would no longer be allowed.”

Before his brother Paul, sister-in-law Sophia, son Daniel, daughter Amber, and son-in-law Vance had gone home for the night, he’d asked them to see what they could make of the odd sentence. The tall, cadaverous, black-haired bloke and his big Sumo wrestler mate who worked at night came in to take a crack at it as well.

There were pictures of Gerry’s loved ones and frequent caregivers on a bulletin board near his bed with their names under their photos. Sometimes he could read the names and sometimes he couldn’t. Sometimes he butchered the pronunciation of the names only to have a loved one gently correct him as they would a child just learning to read. This frustrated Gerry. He had dropped out of school at fifteen, but he knew perfectly well how to read and write and had always prided himself on his innovative nature.

Did you like that crap? Then read on!

“A-C-E,” Gerry spelled out the name under the skinny bloke’s picture. “Ash. No, Ace. ‘Is name is Ace. Lad looks like a Frank, though, like from that Rocky Picture movie. Frankie Furter. Sez ‘ere that Ace is a night nurse. Well, that makes sense, don’t it, since he’s always around ‘ere at night.”

Gerry turned his attention to the picture of the big fellow.

“T-O-M,” he read. “Toom. Tomb. Well, that’s a dreadful name. C’mon, Gerry, ‘is name ain’t Tomb, ya ninny, it’s Tom. I always call him something else, though. It’s another bloke from the Rocky Picture Movie. Freddie, innit? Nah, that ain’t quite right. It’s Eddie. ‘E looks like Meat Loaf Man from the Rocky Picture Movie. The note says ‘e’s with security.”

Gerry turned his attention back to the sentence he’d written. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on being what Gerry really was and not a symptom of his corrosive brain.

“Brain ain’t corrosive,” Gerry murmured. “The disease what’s eating it is corrosive. Ain’t gonna sit ‘ere and quibble with meself about syntax. That’s just a ruse ter throw me off the scent of danger. I’ve gotta use all me questionable detection skills ter work out what’s goin’ on in this place. I’ve gotta consider every possibility, no matter ‘ow crazy it might sound.”

Gerry smacked the heel of his hand against his temple as if to shake the thoughts free. Frustrated, he began slamming both hands into his forehead.

“Blast this useless feckin’ rotting sponge in me dome!” he snarled.

“Oi, Gerry!”

Misshapen Realities

A pair of hands firmly grasped Gerry’s forearms to stop him from hitting himself. Gerry opened his eyes to see the black-haired nurse and his big friend looking at him with concern. When Gerry ceased his aggressive battle with his broken brain, the nurse released his arms, smiled at him, and patted his shoulder. He sat on the bed beside Gerry while the big fellow pulled up a chair.

“No sense in beatin’ yourself up, Mate,” Ace advised. “So, what’s goin’ on here, Ger? What has you in such a whirl of ambidextrous pugilism against yer forehead?”

“Well, you ain’t no use if yer gonna talk like that,” Gerry admonished.

Thomas smirked and Ace shot him a withering glare.

“Got ya dead ter rights there, Mate,” Thomas chuckled.

“Zip it, or I ain’t givin’ you none of me deviled ham,” Ace warned.

“Oi, I like deviled ham,” Gerry declared.

“Well, then, we ought to have some. Tom, go grab the tin of ham and loaf of bread from me bag. So, what’s goin’ on here, Gerry?”

“Well, I was just tryin’ ter make sense of this higgledy-piggledy hodge-modge I wrote earlier,” Gerry explained. “I know I wrote it, ‘cause that’s me writing. I remember you lads being in ‘ere when I asked about it, or at least I think I do. It’s so ‘ard ter tell sometimes what really ‘appened and what I just imagined. These bloody misshapen realities in me head are quite enough to drive me stark raving barmy.”

“Yeah, I don’t blame you fer feelin’ that way. It would starch my shorts too. If it helps, me and Tom were in here earlier and you did show us that sentence.”

“So that bit was real realities.”

“Yeah, definitely real realities.”

Thomas entered the room carrying a tin of deviled ham, a loaf of bread, and a spreading knife. He portioned out the deviled ham and bread for Gerry, Ace, and himself.

“Tom, you remember the sentence that Gerry showed us earlier?” Ace inquired. “Do you remember what you said to him?”

“Yeah. I said it looked like a couple of them words were from an alien language.”

“Well, that’s what I was tryin’ ter think about,” Gerry stated. “See, I suppose it don’t matter if I sound crazy, ‘cause I ain’t goin’ home for me wife to cuckold me no more in this life. You lads don’t wanna hear about that soap show, though. The thing is, ever since me brain decided ter fuck off ter shite, I’ve started remembering things about this other place. It looks like a city from the future, like on one of them space programs like Star Tracks or such, but see, I know it’s from the feckin’ dark past. Them weird words, Lads, they’re from that life.”

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Acknowledgments

The Rocky Horror Picture Show is a 1975 musical horror/comedy film written by Jim Sharman and Richard O’Brien, based on O’Brien’s 1973 stage production of the same name.

Prompts Used

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Photo Challenge

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/02/02/photo-challenge-352/

Sunday Writing Prompt

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/31/sunday-writing-prompt-31st-january-discovering-the-past/

Tale Weaver

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/28/tale-weaver-312-making-sense-of-nonsense-january28th/

Wordle

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/02/01/wordle-225/

Lure

Ruse

Danger

Detection

Dry

Corrosive

Blast

Crazy

Cuckold

Snarl

Ambidextrous

Basement

October Spooky Writing Challenge: Haunted

https://thewritershandbook.tumblr.com/post/630699213481705472/this-years-october-spooky-writing-challenge-is

Putting my Feet in the Dirt

http://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com

About the Story

This is the final chapter from my WIP, The Key of Eidolon, which is the second book in the Tales from the Dreamlands series. If you enjoyed this chapter, please consider picking up a copy of Ketil and Yitzy's Adventures in the Xura Dream House.

 

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