I have a record of maintaining my cool in the trickiest of the situations.
- Including all the times I was attacked – both verbally and in action!
I have practiced to take deep breaths when the quake had struck this time. My palpitating heart had calmed down way before I had realized. So far, I have never rushed out- screaming- Earthquake! Instead I visit the washroom, change, check the locks (I have 6 verandas in this house), pick the keys, handbag, some “essentials” and my cell before walking down carefully.
I haven’t done any fiction yet. But would want to.
I mean why not? Writing about something based purely upon mindly imagination, whereby you take the seat of a narrator; isn’t that like becoming demi- God? The words you write would play upto your mood and appear in the exact sequence to spell a consequence or a stance?
It’s been about a 10 days now I have been thinking of trying my hand- writing one.
It won’t be a fairy tale for sure. Although the image hints at a Devil’s story.
A demon ready to gorge on his newly acquired victim. He seems to be a cultured one since he would use a fork to skin the flesh. He definitely seems to be health conscious too, since he would add some lemon juice on his “preyed” meal.
Ignore those stains, he is a demon after all, doesn’t matter if he has smeared it all over. Some was smudged over my camera too while doing that image..
I guess I already tried a fairy tale version. For happy endings, this demon always killed the bad guy. Thus he was everyone’s friend..
No, I don’t look at it that way. It doesn’t appeal to me. It would have to be either a science fiction or may be thrilling murder mystery. There, I said it.
I have fantasized enough about how a murder be committed and in a fool proof way; in a way that absolutely no evidence is left to reach out to me.
Was I loud?
If you don’t get involved too emotionally in the act, there’s a certain technicality related to it. A perfect murder would be when the suspect leaves no clues, resulting in an utter- confusion; whereby, guessing about “who may be” proves out to be walking in the woods on a no moon light. Yeah, I say no moon; because the new moon is the next day.
If you haven’t yet figured out, I am talking about escaping the charges after the act has been committed. Just so many times I have woven a story in my mind wherein the victim flees away after “freeing” herself.
Deep down my heart, I feel it’s justified.
I feel highly vindicated if dominated. In a way, I feel she is violated. So in my fiction, it has to be a lady calling the shots. You guessed it, I plan to write about cold blooded murders.
- Kill n disappear!
- Leaving no evidences behind.
- Instead, if the time permits, also burrowing through his assets.
- And walking out in the most composed gait.
- When home, never ever think about what had happened.
If the “criminal” was cruel enough to have napped a woman trying to whatever; I feel he needs to be annihilated. In such a mysterious manner that certain anonymity prevails about the whole instance. I feel restful within after weaving the calm disposition of her exit.
I feel completely aimless after having thought of such a “story”.
As if that’s all that was required to be done. One isolated case of a brutal murder with no facts to build up any case. This may be my dark side. Or the bloody side. Or this exactly may be the Me.
On a lighter note: A lemon feels murdered if the lemonade is not perfected.
Wait, The book if I get to write one (based upon these murderly kills) would be named as “The Lemon Murderer” after her being a smooth operator and also suggesting that she is a woman. The character would stab the “criminals” with her iron fork and celebrate her victory with a bowl full of sprouts salad (as I am now) which can only be perfected with a dash of lemon juice! And no, she won’t leave any behind for a mark- Thanks!
On a serious note: first it was a pitch fork, now a murderer’s fork, where is it going?
- Posted for Magpie Tales 55. Check out the link to read some more of those blood smeared tales 😉
“A lemon feels murdered if the lemonade is not perfected.” Interesting thoughts, here. Great Magpie!
You are a weaver of great tales, my dear…. go for it….
It was interesting on how your story had this lyrical staccato beat to it, a roller coaster ride, one minute there was lemonade and the next well, a jolly good old fashion perfect murder was conjured up.
Actually, I know your wrote this to the magpie tales photo prompt, never-the-less, you had a really great idea.
Thanks Joanny for your absolutely lovely words- I am gloating already!
hehehe.. I had so many things popping all together at the same time and they all screamed to be typed here 😀
sending you love
A novel is a huge undertaking.
I haven’t dared to take one on yet but i have written some screenplays and they are difficult enough. lol
You should definitely try doing one.
Even if only to say you have done it.
u bet K!
After it’s written looking for a publisher is even worse 😦
I may have couple of things ready but for the want of a publisher..!
Screenplays? That’s a great job- all impressed 🙂
Oh I would follow the lemon murderess gladly on her trek …
ooo la la
thanks for your visit sweetie
Awrite, I have a few people now I can gang up with- lolss
Thanks for stopping by- Love xox
what an interesting blog! Thank YOU for finding mine. You are ALWAYS welcome 🙂
Aloha from Waikiki
Thank you Cloudia! Hugs xx
I love the way your mind works! Take me with you on your vindictive ride!
Will do- Promise.. xx
Oooohh…chilling!! And here, I really hope I am in your good books, Olivia! 🙂 Cuz I don’t want no lemon juice sprinkled over my silken skin (or should I say “rotting flesh”?).. Either ways, it’s me 🙂
Umm.. when your book’s out (and I’ll pray it happens soon), please lemme know.. I am a sucker for suspense stories! 🙂
I approve this comment without any guilt- you know what I mean- that’s “our” lingo.. 😀
Oh well! I am now getting ideas to write those pre- meditated sequences- somebody help- my mind’s at work.. lolss
Even without those smileys (winkie), you are in my good books….errr…. blog.. hahaha