Who and what you are.

I just received a comment that made me remember something.

A little around 2 years ago, I was looking to find work and it was causing me a great deal of… stress would be describing it lightly as I would often claw my own face when it peaked.

Now I’m in a better place it allows me to reflect on that time and realise something.

If I’d written my damm c.v with my writing ability instead of what had been pushed into me by various government training programmes and other things to cut it into a square instead of the bizarre shape my writing makes me I would’ve been sorted much faster!

What I’m trying to say is, don’t hide who you are.
If you are a painter, paint your way forward. Always retain your flair for colour, pictures, whatever you have.

Everyone has a talent and with that, everyone can bring something unusual and stand out.

I hope this helps somebody, I was unemployed for a long time, yet using my writing skill got me a job with a very promising future.

Do not forget who, nor what you truly are.
We are artists of our own design.

Liebster award

Well, after my little post about awards I appear to have been nominated for one haha.

Thank you to both
https://thewoundedhealerblog.wordpress.com/

And also https://extemporizedblog.wordpress.com/

I am not sure on if this will show there names as links or full url but there ya go.

So I guess I gotta do those questions now.

11 things About Me –
1) I’m 26, male and married
2) I’m from the West Midlands, basically meaning a little left of centre.
Hey that sounds like a family comedy show…
3) I have played, and enjoyed a variety of video games, systems, genres etc. Though I do not get as much time to do so anymore, sadly I’m a ‘responsible adult’ now so that hobby went out the window
4) I love to create stories, or more, write them down as they unfold in my head
5) strangely, as a writer and more strangely, poet. I do not read many books nor have any favorite poets. I choose mainly to read and enjoy the things I come across on here…
This is where you all stop reading and unfollow me out of disgust right?
6) I have a son who’s 2, the guy who’s in most of my pictures, another boy on the way who will most likely have the same and a long suffering wife who somehow manages to put up with me.
7) I often think of sarcastic quotes to everyday occurrences and if I was faster with my camera I would probably upload 500 times a day.
8) I have a cat called gin, who I am not friends with. Not because I dislike cats or animals, normally I love them.  But this guy… oh he is something else.
9) I think anything is possible if you truly want it.
10) My desire is to give my family a good life, write professionally and visit people that enjoy my writing
11) Lastly, assuming you haven’t unfollowed me and stopped reading, I want to be a prolific writer. Novels, plays and TV. I wanna do it all haha

Now, About the Questions I Need to Answer- there will be another set that I’ll edit on later but for now, since I nicked the post I’ll do these ones haha

1) What is the one thing you’d always want to be?
Always wanted to be a writer. Since I was like… 10 years old haha

2) Which celebrity would you want to meet in real life?
I’m not sure really… Someone fun I guess. I don’t really pay attention to celebs haha

3) What does wealth mean to you?
Nothing. Well not nothing, if I had the money to do everything I wanted that would be nice… but I’m not money crazy.
I’ve always said that I’m happy as I am but I want to give my family a nicer life.

4) What are the top 5 books you could read over and over again and never feel bored?
Uh… hmm.
Probably order of the phoenix.
The dark angel Trilogy
And
Probably kick ass haha

5) What is your wildest dream ever?
My wildest dream would be to solve a crime as a masked hero haha

6) If you were to visit a new country, what would be the first thing to interest you?
The history.
I love places history, the older the better haha

7) If I ask you to tell me about 5 things you love, what would they be?
Family
Food
Writing
Gaming
Being productive weirdly…

8) What, do you think is the most precious thing of all?
Communication. It’s key to everything.

9) If you had the power to change only one thing, what would that be?
I’d want everyone to help everyone else.
I know it’s impossible, but that’s what I’d like to change.

10) What scares you the most?
…balloons that are about to pop.
My insides literally gasp when someone gets a balloon in a dangerous situation haha.
Weird right?

11) If you were asked to spread your message to the world, what would that be?
Don’t be a dickhead.

Now then. The rules. :

1) Thank the blog who nominated you and link back to them. Check

2) Make a blog post telling 11 facts about you, check too

3) Answer the 11 questions from the blog who nominated you, and technically check for now haha

4) Prepare 11 questions for those you will nominate. Oh hang on I’ll get that in a second

5) Nominate 11 new bloggers (those who have less than 200 followers) by commenting in one of their blog posts

Right… 11 bloggers huh? I can do that haha

Anyway those questions.

Just copy paste these, hope there decent:

1) what’s your style?

2) What are currently doing. Right this very second. No censoring people!

3)What is your true calling?

4)where are you from and 1 random fact about that place!

5) 1 album/artist you will always love

6) What made you want to start a blog?

7) 3 things nobody knows about you

8) why is this the title of your blog?

9) furthest place you’ve ever been from home?

10) What are you looking to work on with yourself.

11) a motto to live by.

Thank you for answering!
Happy blogging!

The block

The air burned as St Verne drew breath within the icy cave.
His rival , King St James stood at the far end.
The echoes of war carried up the mountain and hammered on the walls just outside as they stood opposite each other.

“I’m here to avenge my brother!”
St Verne yelled, his shout reverberating off the walls as he did.

“Your brother was a fool! He would have wasted that power given half a chance”

“That was not your decision! Die!”
They rushed at each other, long swords drawn and clashing violently.
Sparks ignited as the blades danced off each other, illuminating the cave.

Dodging and swinging, the two moved gracefully, with a twist of brutality as they kicked and punched outwards.

Suddenly they stopped.
Standing roughly two feet apart, they stopped fighting and stood expectantly.

“Why have we stopped?”
St James asked.

“I think he’s run out of ideas.”
Verne replied, a bemused shrug accompanying the speech.

“Out of ideas? But we where mid fight? What else is there to think about?”

“Who won?”

The battle outside drew to a standstill as well, one lone soldier looks up to the sky
“Yeah. Who won?”

I don’t know? I don’t really even know why your fighting!

“What? You mean to say, that you brought us to this mountain cave, freezing our arses-”

“Your a saint. Think of your words”

“Bollocks to the words, this guy dosent even know why were fighting”

How dyu know I’m a guy?
“Cause I’m in your head dumbass!”

Huh.

St James and Verne
“St Verne if you please”

OK, St James and st Verne stood amidst the cave. Their swords now at their sides, both looking up at the ceiling of the cave, annoyance clearly shown on their faces.

“Yeah we can see that bit, and the readers have probably guessed it as well. So what happens next?”

Uh… how about

“Wait! Stop your fighting! I live! I can reclaim my rightful place!”
St James brother runs into the cave from the shadows, bringing
“Wait. I don’t have a brother”
What?
“I… don’t have a brother…”

But isn’t that why you guys where fighting?

No! It’s my brother that died!”
St Verne shouts angrily

The brother speaks at this point
“Plus it’s a bit contrived really… brother back from the dead? Never really dead blah blah blah… boring…”

OK how about this then?

And with my return I gained incredible necromancer powers! Which I will use to create a Kingdom of… of… look my hearts not really into this-”

Oh fine!

The brother erupts into dust as quickly as he had arrived.

“NO my brother!”
St Verne drops to his knees at the pile of dust.

“Wow you just killed his brother like that? Not. Cool.”

Oh come on… what do you guys want from me!?

“As long as we don’t get a cliff hanger-”

Something rumbles from the shadows, a low growl threatens the pair of warriors

“Oh for fu-“

R.C: After the golden PT 5

The lid creaked-
Stop. You know there’s no way back from
It ached inside as she lifted it light wood, plastic texture.
Her eyes desperate to see what was hidden
Stop this! It’s a trap!
She held still.
What if it was? They had arrested her and locked her up away from society
“For her own protection and the public”

Lian looked around the dusted room, sunlight peering through the beams, catching glittering dust as it fell from the ceiling.
It felt like magic still hovered in the air here, with a deep breath, reassured that there was nobody there
That it wasn’t a trap or a figment of her imagination, she fully opened the box and…
Nothing.

She stared into the black lining of the box, but there was nothing.
Had it been prepared for something that never managed to happen?
Maybe it was a crate to pack their stuff up and leave town if it went sour one day…
But how?
She was hit by the car and awoke from the hospital barely an hour later to see them get
Blown up.
Yes. That.

She spent some time in the room, trying to figure out what could have happened.

The sunlight passed out of the building slowly as she sat racking her brains for an answer, a plausible explanation that could cover this.
She paced across the room and something glint ed in the box.
Moving back and forth, she looked for it again but it evaded her now…

However.
The lining of the box was slightly smaller then the box. Not small enough for it to be the lining thickness but small enough to hide
Something you shouldn’t be messing with.
Back to the box she went, fumbling around the inside, when it caught her finger.
Tiny and metallic, a small lever stuck in her finger as she ran across the Base.

With a click, she tugged the lining out and knew inside this was what she had been waiting for.
Since she got released, this was the moment that she had needed as it lay before her, neatly folded, mask fresh as the day she made it, her stone twinkling with what could only be described to her as “a look of love”.
And at the bottom, something new.

It looked like a polished metal rod, two bands on either end.
She had always wanted to use a staff, but the rules stated “no weapons, we’re there to help, not break bones”
So that was a no go, but her training had always been to use one, coupled with her gymnastic prowess.
But a baton was always a good place to start.

She reached for it when the voice screamed at her
Trap! Free gifts like this!? It has to be, someone knows you where coming and placed it here! White room, white room! Don’t touch!
With a deep breath, pictures of the cell flashed before her eyes as she reached toward the rod. A final bite of her cheek and she clenched the rod in its box.

For PT 1
https://sixwriting.wordpress.com/2016/05/13/revenant-city-after-the-golden-pt-1/?preview=true

PT 2
https://sixwriting.wordpress.com/2016/05/16/r-c-after-the-golden-pt-2/?preview=true

For PT 3
https://sixwriting.wordpress.com/2016/05/23/r-c-after-the-golden-pt-3/?preview=true

For PT 4
https://sixwriting.wordpress.com/2016/05/24/r-c-after-the-golden-pt-4/?preview=true

I will

I will hold the bags for you
As they are heavy

I will take him in the morning
As the rest is much needed

I will clean what you can’t

I will do what you can’t.

I will love you

Forever I will.

Well, I do miss it.

30 weeks.
30 weeks minimum.

Possibly more, but around that time.

Wow do I miss it.
That little 5-10 minutes of nothingness
The crisp burning sound in the silence and peace of the night.
That orange glow that erupted with every drag, casting it’s light across the environment when dark.

It’s familiar tickle
Down into my chest
Stretching as I breathed
Raising my heart beat
Quietnening my head with its soothing
Taste
Texture
Very thought of it

I don’t struggle.
I have not caved
I can sit next to a smoker and think nothing of it
I’m lucky in that aspect
Lucky that it hasn’t been stronger
Lucky that I haven’t caved into its craving
No matter the stress
No matter the time nor the location

No matter if the sex was fantastic.
I stayed the course and resisted the little white sticks of leaf and (in some cases)
Wood coloured chips.

It’s been hard
Like missing an old friend.
Yet here I stand
Smoke free
Non addicted
Not craving nor climbing the walls nor scratching at my face with a headache.

Simply wishing for a postcard that says
“I miss you just as much.”
But I know that won’t happen.

Just know that I miss you,
You poisonous lil bastards.

British swear words.

OK so I know there’s some words that are “globally offensive” but there are some that just sound so good in British.

BASTARD. Woad sorry bout the caps there…
Pronounce it bar-sted instead for that little stiff upper lippedness.

Bollocks. Pretty much as it is
Also my favorite one haha.
“Oh bollocks.” “It’s bollocksed” and finally
“What a load of bollocks”
Boom. Now your British.

Oh also “bloody” pronounced “blood-ee” seems to be something English though I’m not a fan myself.

Maybe I’ll make another of these when I feel…
Inspired.

Or pissed off somewhat haha

That face, those words

I sit in my usual place
The buzzing vibration passing up my legs
Staring out into the world that passes
The glass, a shining transparent reflection of me.

So I look to your words
Pass the time
See what you’ve said as i admire you

Then I read it
Suddenly aware I’m in a public place
Fighting the urge to not read-
I click the link
The words draw me in
Too afraid to hear your voice
That would be too much
I shouldn’t
Shouldn’t
But like the addict
I give in
Read your words
Imagine your actions

My mind pictures you writhing
Hears your breathing
Watches you as you work
My chest pounds
Trousers get… uncomfortable.
Read further
Cannot stop
the images
The movement
Drawing me in deeper and deeper

I can almost feel you,
Want to do more
My pictures change to what I would do
Touch
Feel
Kiss
Lick
Fuck

Then I realise I’m still on the fucking bus and your on the other side of the world.

“Bollocks.”