"If you work it out, tell me what you find."
Cordial greetings,
I've been using a new word this week: coruscating, meaning bright and dazzling. It's a word to conjure with!
I also had the revelation earlier this week that my natural singing voice makes me sound like a geordie. Odd certainly, given that I'm southern born and bred, but I was able to lead my friend's band in a chorus of "Decent Days and Nights" by the Futureheads. I'm also seeing the Test Icicles live in London next Thursday which i'm ridiculously excited about.
Here's my "most enjoyable piece of pointless trivia" to mull over: Aside from the UK, which is the only country in the world to have hereditary appointments to it's second chamber?
It's an obscure country if that's a clue. Correct answers earn themselves critical acclaim.
Oh, and here's me latest bit o' writing.
A bright light lanced through Mia's eyelids, stirring her reluctantly back to consciousness. The reverie of sleep had been comforting, replaced now with a cold numbness, seeping around her body. She forced her eyes open just slightly, immediately closing them again as a searing white light burnt itself into the back of her brain.
"Apologies my dear," a cultured yet slightly nervous voice announced. "I had not expected you to regain your senses so soon." Mia felt the heat of the light leave her face and forced her eyes to re-open. The image of an aging, silver haired man began to form in front of her, swimming into focus past dancing spots of colour. The man wore some kind of headgear, with a makeshift torch attached, now turned off. He peered at Mia intently, making her feel all the more uneasy and weak. She groggily tried to take in her new surroundings, yet her vision remained clouded and her limbs leaden. Trying to shift her head, she found tubes attached to her nostrils, running away to somewhere behind her. Casting her eyes down, she saw the futility of attempted movement, as her hands and feet were bound to the table upon which she laid.
Mia had been ignorant of the man for many seconds, but her attention was wrested back to him as the torch was turned on again. This time it's light was not directed at her eyes,but nevertheless she felt compelled to look at it, and could do nothing but follow the light.
"Wondrous!" The man exclaimed, snapping Mia again back to the present. "The pupils don't constrict with the light! Let's find out how these lovely things work then!" The man leaned in close to Mia holding a thin piece of metal with a red point of light at the tip. She could feel the heat emanating from the device metres away, and flinched back as far as her bonds would allow. Then suddenly a voice rang out, stopping the man's advance:
"Stop Eldrin, remember this girl is still human!" Upon hearing the warning he withdrew sharply, looking somewhat sheepish.
"Apologies Henryk, but you know how excited I can get; I've never seen a live one before!" The second man joined the first in Mia's still rheumy sphere of vision. The appearance of his grim and imposing features resounded with her: she had attacked this man, and he had done something to her; something which now resulted in her being helpless here.
"Is she lucid?" The new arrival asked, his sharp, beady eyes taking in Mia's pitiable struggles against her bonds.
"Lucid?" Eldrin replied, chuckling quietly as if at some private joke. "Err...yes, at least, she'll be able to hear what you say, although she'll be unable to respond physically. In fact there really is no need for the, umm...restraints."
"There is every need Eldrin," Henryk replied, the so far undemonstrative man jabbing his finger in the direction of the helpless girl.
"I would not relish having to fight her, drugged or not, and I'm sure you would echo my sentiments."
"Quite, yes, most assuredly," Eldrin answered hurriedly, shifting from foot to foot. "You may leave us now" Henryk ordered, in a tone that would clearly brook no nonsense. Eldrin scurried away, now eager to put some distance between himself and his 'patient'.
Henryk turned to face Mia again, and drawing up closer to her, spoke in a more even tone: "you have nothing to fear from us. Although Eldrin may be somewhat...overzealous, all he does is with a mind to your safety." He stopped for a moment and dropped his head, sighing heavily. When he looked up again a weak smile had been etched onto his face: the man was obviously unused to smiling, Mia thought to herself.
"We're going to help you recover," he went on "now, can you tell me your name? It would be a good starting point for us." Mia was disinclined to volunteer anything about herself to this man, who had abducted her, drugged her and tied her to a table. Feeling the hate rise in her again, she opened her mouth and coughed raspingly. She waited as Henryk leaned in closer and then, with as much venom as her aching body could muster, she jerked forward and headbutted the man square in the face.
Cordial greetings,
I've been using a new word this week: coruscating, meaning bright and dazzling. It's a word to conjure with!
I also had the revelation earlier this week that my natural singing voice makes me sound like a geordie. Odd certainly, given that I'm southern born and bred, but I was able to lead my friend's band in a chorus of "Decent Days and Nights" by the Futureheads. I'm also seeing the Test Icicles live in London next Thursday which i'm ridiculously excited about.
Here's my "most enjoyable piece of pointless trivia" to mull over: Aside from the UK, which is the only country in the world to have hereditary appointments to it's second chamber?
It's an obscure country if that's a clue. Correct answers earn themselves critical acclaim.
Oh, and here's me latest bit o' writing.
A bright light lanced through Mia's eyelids, stirring her reluctantly back to consciousness. The reverie of sleep had been comforting, replaced now with a cold numbness, seeping around her body. She forced her eyes open just slightly, immediately closing them again as a searing white light burnt itself into the back of her brain.
"Apologies my dear," a cultured yet slightly nervous voice announced. "I had not expected you to regain your senses so soon." Mia felt the heat of the light leave her face and forced her eyes to re-open. The image of an aging, silver haired man began to form in front of her, swimming into focus past dancing spots of colour. The man wore some kind of headgear, with a makeshift torch attached, now turned off. He peered at Mia intently, making her feel all the more uneasy and weak. She groggily tried to take in her new surroundings, yet her vision remained clouded and her limbs leaden. Trying to shift her head, she found tubes attached to her nostrils, running away to somewhere behind her. Casting her eyes down, she saw the futility of attempted movement, as her hands and feet were bound to the table upon which she laid.
Mia had been ignorant of the man for many seconds, but her attention was wrested back to him as the torch was turned on again. This time it's light was not directed at her eyes,but nevertheless she felt compelled to look at it, and could do nothing but follow the light.
"Wondrous!" The man exclaimed, snapping Mia again back to the present. "The pupils don't constrict with the light! Let's find out how these lovely things work then!" The man leaned in close to Mia holding a thin piece of metal with a red point of light at the tip. She could feel the heat emanating from the device metres away, and flinched back as far as her bonds would allow. Then suddenly a voice rang out, stopping the man's advance:
"Stop Eldrin, remember this girl is still human!" Upon hearing the warning he withdrew sharply, looking somewhat sheepish.
"Apologies Henryk, but you know how excited I can get; I've never seen a live one before!" The second man joined the first in Mia's still rheumy sphere of vision. The appearance of his grim and imposing features resounded with her: she had attacked this man, and he had done something to her; something which now resulted in her being helpless here.
"Is she lucid?" The new arrival asked, his sharp, beady eyes taking in Mia's pitiable struggles against her bonds.
"Lucid?" Eldrin replied, chuckling quietly as if at some private joke. "Err...yes, at least, she'll be able to hear what you say, although she'll be unable to respond physically. In fact there really is no need for the, umm...restraints."
"There is every need Eldrin," Henryk replied, the so far undemonstrative man jabbing his finger in the direction of the helpless girl.
"I would not relish having to fight her, drugged or not, and I'm sure you would echo my sentiments."
"Quite, yes, most assuredly," Eldrin answered hurriedly, shifting from foot to foot. "You may leave us now" Henryk ordered, in a tone that would clearly brook no nonsense. Eldrin scurried away, now eager to put some distance between himself and his 'patient'.
Henryk turned to face Mia again, and drawing up closer to her, spoke in a more even tone: "you have nothing to fear from us. Although Eldrin may be somewhat...overzealous, all he does is with a mind to your safety." He stopped for a moment and dropped his head, sighing heavily. When he looked up again a weak smile had been etched onto his face: the man was obviously unused to smiling, Mia thought to herself.
"We're going to help you recover," he went on "now, can you tell me your name? It would be a good starting point for us." Mia was disinclined to volunteer anything about herself to this man, who had abducted her, drugged her and tied her to a table. Feeling the hate rise in her again, she opened her mouth and coughed raspingly. She waited as Henryk leaned in closer and then, with as much venom as her aching body could muster, she jerked forward and headbutted the man square in the face.
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