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Cosmic Photo prompt…

Good morning, sorry I’m late again, but here is your prompt for next Monday’s edition of K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge, today set by K’lee; Picture in a frame.

Now, as you know, the challenge is all about how you interpret the prompt, so you can be completely literal or as cryptic and tangential as you like, it’s all good to us.

I had already decided to challenge myself, no matter what prompt K’lee set; by attempting to crowbar in the one thing on my mind this weekend (if you’ve been reading for the last month or so, it shouldn’t be hard to guess what that is) so why not join me on Monday and frame the start of the week with your creativity.

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To get involved with the challenge, post a photo to your blog on Monday, add a pingback to this post (or to K’lee’s) and don’t forget to tag your post #CosPhoChal.
Alternatively, add a link to your blog in the comments of either mine or K’lee’s post and we’ll come and check out your entry.

Any and all effects, editing, Photoshop, Instagram, morphing, collages or whatever other post production techniques you fancy are permitted, (in fact, they’re actively encouraged!) so get creative and turn your photos into artworks for the Cosmic Photo Challenge.

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One liner Wednesday: Alternative dictionary…

This alternative definition occurred to me at the same time as last week’s, so it’ll be interesting to see if this offering is less of a stretch, for those of you who couldn’t get your head round that one.

“Priory” – Similar to before.

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Stream of consciousness Sunday: The Accumulator, part thirty four…

The weather has allowed me to write alfresco again this week, so today’s SoCS post comes to you from the garden, serenaded by screaming children and lawnmowers, where we continue this story with a little help from Linda G Hill and her prompt;

” “language.” Use it any way you’d like. “

Seems straightforward enough…

The Accumulator, part thirty four.

Scene: Inside the black van.
Patrick is driving, Carlisle and Adam are in the back.
Adam sits behind Patrick with his gun trained on Carlisle, who is handcuffed to a leg of the long bench seat which runs down the opposite side of the van.

We get a long, slow pan of the van’s interior, and as the shot returns to Patrick’s profile, he turns, grins at the camera and stretches his hand out to us. A hand reaches from just out of shot to take his, which is when we realise we are seeing this from Cathy’s POV.

Then we get a title screen:

“We did it, we pulled it off!”

Patrick’s eyes shine with excitement and he is clearly elated as he laughs and turns his attention back to the road ahead and the director cuts to the view out of the passenger window, Cathy’s reflection overlaying the passing shops and houses…

…as a new voiceover fades in, only this time it’s Cathy’s voice we hear;

We did it, alright, but if he knew who “we” were, I doubt he’d be so thrilled.

It always amazes me that, no matter how many times we escape the clutches of The Department by the skin of our teeth, it never occurs to him to wonder how exactly they found us in the first place. I mean, ok; most people do assume a sinister global counter-intelligence organisation is somehow omniscient and all-seeing, but as long as you’re careful it isn’t hard to disappear, if you really want to.

He’d never think to suspect someone who was essentially his hostage, an unwilling accomplice to his escape from Braithwaite and his twisted little science project.
Someone who went through all the shit with him, who put up with all the danger and violence, someone who struggled with learning a new language every time they had to flee another home, someone who had never handled a gun until all this madness began, let alone killed people with one.

As far as he knew, anyway.

We never thought he would prove so adaptable, that was the problem. He learnt to harness and control his power far sooner than we originally anticipated, but we decided to run with it, to see how far he could get without raising suspicion.

At first we tried to have a team on him at all times, just in case he did something too public to be ignored, but we underestimated him from the start and the stunt at the quarry put him a few steps ahead of us for a while. It was touch and go for a while there, until we managed to reestablish contact, I don’t mind telling you.

But by then it would have made it too obvious, tracing him to Europe so quickly, and the decision was made to leave him in place while he wasn’t a threat and take him out after he’d become complacent.

Which would have been fine, (he’s a nice enough guy to shack up with, after all, and it’s not like living the simple life in the french countryside for a few years was a hardship) except then they screwed up the hit at the harbour and he got all bloody gung-ho about going back home to exact his awful revenge.
I really thought we’d have to take him out then, before he did some serious damage to the programme but, amazingly, it actually worked rather well in our favour.

Ok, the business at the hospital did cause a bit of a stir in the media for five minutes, but the pros far outweighed the cons when all the wrinkles were finally ironed out of that one; Braithwaite dead, Patrick arrested and under suspicion, Subject:Beta a publicly wanted man, (I can’t get used to calling him “Adam”, he’s a failed experiment, that’s all) all of which make for perfectly legitimate reasons for either of them to suffer unfortunate accidents, should the need arise.

And, frankly, we’re beyond that point now.
Subject:Beta is displaying much greater aptitude than Patrick did at this point, or has even exhibited thus far, for that matter. More worryingly, he seems to have evolved an almost unlimited potential for Accumulation and is fast-developing abilities that even we didn’t foresee, leading me to conclude that termination with extreme prejudice was the only viable option.

Carlisle has always done sterling work for us in the past and I’m disappointed, to say the very least, at his performance on this job. He will certainly be facing disciplinary sanctions, if the recommendations I make in my next report are acted on.

But that’s by the way, first of all we have to work out how to get this situation back under our control, then we can decide how best to dispose of Patrick and Carlisle, once we know there’s a way to contain Subject:Beta safely, preferably alive.

But we have Felix’s notes, all his records and equipment; even now The Department’s top medical teams are studying his work and researching new candidates for treatment, so it won’t be long before we can duplicate the good doctor’s work ourselves.

Then all three of them will all be expendable.

Our view out of the window changes, the shot narrowing until the wing mirror fills the screen.

We see Cathy’s reflection as she gazes at the passing scenery, then, as if she knows we’re watching her, she looks down, straight at us.

And she smiles, as the screen…

Cuts to black

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To be continued (using next week’s prompt)…

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#atozchallenge: Reflections on Peaking in a vacuum…

Hello and welcome to the retrospective Reflections post, wrapping up the #atozchallenge for 2017.

Let me start with an apology.
I’ll be the first to admit that I didn’t interact with the wider challenge as much as I should have done this year; it has been a busy couple of months and I never seemed to find the time to visit as many other blogs as I would have liked. I did however visit a few and I did appreciate the WordPress link site, which was far easier than having to deal with Blogger.

It didn’t help that, having forgotten which it started, I’d arbitrarily decided to instigate my own personal blogging challenge in March, only realising the day before the first post was due that I was going to be posting for over sixty days in a row!

Now, to some of you out there in blogland, that probably doesn’t seem much of a problem, since i know many of you post daily as a matter of course, but to me that’s a lot of random nonsense to come up with. Especially whilst juggling a full-time job, regular blogging features, additional online collaborations, spending time with Rhonda and Audrey, preparing for our imminent house move and generally having a life in the real world.

But I didn’t want to pass up the chance to take part altogether, (because, busy or not, I still like a challenge) so I created some strange artwork out of nature photos to get the ball rolling and wondered what I was going to do for the rest of April.

Then, later that evening I had a flash of inspiration about what I could do for my second post, prompted by something I’d seen on the Facebook page of one of those aforementioned extracurricular collaborations; the very wonderful Woolhouse Boys.

Which is how B is for Billy (Zane, of course) became the first post in my B to Z of Twin Peaks, synching nicely with the impending new series and the fact I was rewatching the original two seasons at the time.

So I think it only fair that I should tie up this year’s challenge with a taster of season three, via a spectacular bombshell that was dropped by one of the Woolhouse’s founder members a few weeks ago.

This naughty, well connected Woolhouse Boy (I daren’t say who) had somehow got his hands on a treasure trove of inside information, leaked by a recognizable member of the new cast and he was trying to think of a way to share it amongst those who wanted to know more.

Needless to say, a frenzy of requests for clarification was forthcoming from many of the group’s members and a new, private page was set up; Woolhouse Boys Secrets, to which anyone tempted by the forbidden fruit of possible spoilers could request access, at their own risk.

I was one of the many who succumbed to temptation and what I saw before me as I scrolled down the page almost made me spit out my damn fine coffee.

Script pages! With handwritten notes!

Our Brother in the Wool explained to us that because some of the scrawled notations in the margins would easily identify who the script belonged to, he’d had to disguise the pages somewhat. But even so, this was dynamite!

My source has given me permission to share them here, in exchange for a guarantee of his anonymity, which I will do in the pictures below.

Just enough to pique the interest and hint at a storyline or two, not enough to spoil anything, pitched perfectly to give long-time fans like me mild palpitations…

WOW!

Like, WOW!!


I mean, good grief, that’s just…

Wait.

Hang on a minute, what’s the date?
That’s right, it was April 1st.

All the build up, (for weeks before) the agonising over whether he should reveal what he knew, the private page, all one huge prank.

And we all fell for it, hook, line and nerdy sinker, in our lust for secrets from a place both wonderful and strange.

How many of you fell for it? 

What, not even a little bit?

Hmm, well ok, I’ll take your word for it.

Anyway, it was brilliantly done and, aside from some good natured abuse directed at the prankster, the rest of us April fools took it very well, all things considered.

So thank you, Joel Peacock, you wiley Woolhouse Boy, (yes, I think it’s safe to unmask him now) for keeping us on our toes in the run up to Twin Peaks: The Return in less than two weeks time.

#atozchallenge: Reflections on Peaking in a vacuum.

 

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Cosmic Photo prompt…

K’lee is choosing the theme for this week’s prompt, so it’s up to him what Monday’s edition of K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge looks like.

He has chosen a twist on last week’s prompt and gone with; The beauty of steel.

Shiny, rusty, galvanised, stainless, blue, mild, there are a all sorts to choose from, so cast your steely gaze over the possibilities and show us your metal on Monday.

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To get involved with the challenge, post a photo to your blog on Monday, add a pingback to this post (or to K’lee’s) and don’t forget to tag your post #CosPhoChal.

Alternatively, add a link to your blog in the comments of either mine or K’lee’s post and we’ll come and check out your entry.

Any and all effects, editing, Photoshop, Instagram, morphing, collages or whatever other post production techniques you fancy are permitted, (in fact, they’re actively encouraged!) so get creative and turn your photos into artworks for the Cosmic Photo Challenge.

#CosPhoChal

 

One liner Wednesday: Alternative dictionary…

Today’s alternative definition might cause a few double takes, I know it almost made me spit my coffee out when it floated into my mind this morning;

“Bestiality” – Very good friends, with benefits.

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Stream of consciousness (not)Sunday: The Accumulator, part thirty two…

Bank holiday Monday is the new Sunday, as far as my SoCS posts are concerned, anyway, so let’s see what Linda G Hill left as a prompt for us on Friday, with which to continue this strange tale;

” “yard.” Use it any way you’d like. You can even add letters to it to make a whole new word! “

That shouldn’t present too much of a problem…

The Accumulator, part thirty two.

Scene: Patrick and Cathy’s living room. Patrick is sitting in an armchair by the fireplace while Carlisle is lying face down on the sofa facing him, with his arms tied behind his back and his ankles tied together, a length of parcel tape stuck firmly over his mouth. Adam watches Carlisle from his position at the window overlooking the small back yard and Patrick smokes silently, staring into the fire.

From our vantage point at the end of the room, we can also see across the hallway and into the kitchen, where Cathy keeps watch on the street outside, perched on a stool by the window.

It is half an hour ago.

As the camera drifts towards the centre of the room, Patrick checks the clock on the mantlepiece and stands up, flicking his cigarette into the hearth in a shower of sparks. He walks over and rips the tape off Carlisle’s mouth in one swift movement, ignoring the grunt of pain and bending down so that his face is level with the incapacitated hit man.

“We had better be getting ready, if you think they’re coming at ten, that is. You wouldn’t be lying about that, would you?”

Carlisle glares at him for a second, working his jaw to try and ease the stiffness in the raw skin around his mouth.

“That’s the usual procedure after this long without contact. If they haven’t come by now, it means they’ve got someone keeping an eye on the place and know I’m still in here. Looks like they don’t trust me as much they said.”

“Well you better hope they still have your health and safety as their priority, because otherwise you might be in for a very abrupt retirement.”

“I’ve no interest in making life difficult for you, it’s not like I’m going anywhere, is it?”

“Oh no, perish the thought, you were just going to brutally murder us all for money, not do anything that would make life difficult for us, that’s a relief.”

The scathing tone in Cathy’s voice as she enters the room gets a chuckle from Adam, but elicits no further response from Carlisle, who merely shrugs and stares blankly back at her.

“There’s a black van a little way up the road, it hasn’t moved for hours and I just saw someone in the driver’s seat who wasn’t there earlier. I can’t see who it is, but they’re just sitting there, I don’t like it.”

Patrick looks at Carlisle and sees something in his face that tells him all he needs to know.

“Ok, that’s them. You all know what to do.”

Leaving Carlisle on the sofa, Patrick walks into the kitchen and peers through the blinds at the van, parked about thirty meters away on the other side of the road from the house. The driver’s window is open but the angle of sunlight on the windscreen makes it impossible to see who is at the wheel. 

He turns to see Adam placing a stool outside the kitchen, facing down the length of the hallway, as Cathy comes out of the living room, closing the door behind her. The camera follows Cathy as she walks down the hall, closing doors to the dining room and cloakroom, then drawing the curtains across the window next to the front door. She stops on the way back, picking up two thick rugs which cover the shiny laminate flooring, leaving them rolled up at the foot of the stairs. 

After Cathy rejoins the others, Patrick pulls the kitchen door closed so they are plunged into near-darkness and Adam nods with satisfaction.

“That should do it; coming in from the bright sunshine they’ll be practically blind for a few seconds, that’s all I need.”

“I hope so, otherwise we’re screwed.”

“Oh ye of little faith, Patrick, I’m hurt at your lack of confidence in me.”

“Just stick to the plan and we might get out of this alive. Cathy, time to get you upstairs.”

Taking one of the heavy rugs each, Patrick and Cathy head up the stairs, as we follow Adam into the living room; where we see that Carlisle has managed to roll off the sofa, only to get himself wedged underneath the glass coffee table, and he still lies there like some sort of bizarre and furious museum exhibit.

“Hahaha, is that your best attempt at an escape, you’ve really made a pig’s ear out of that, haven’t you?”

Adam stops, raises his arm and, much to Carlisle’s surprise, the steel and glass table lifts smoothly into the air and hangs there, swaying gently, a foot from the ceiling. Adam reaches down and hauls the Department man from beneath the hovering table by his bound ankles, then glances up and makes a small gesture with his hand. The table sinks slowly down, hitting the floor with nothing more than a soft thud and a rattle of an ashtray on the glass top.

Adam bows with a dramatic flourish and grins at the scowling assassin.

“You’re welcome. Now, it’s time for your big moment. Patrick are you ready?”

“I’m here, let’s do this…Shit!

This last exclamation is a reaction to the sudden noise of approaching sirens in the street outside, followed by the sound of screeching brakes and car doors slamming.

Moving quickly now, Patrick and Adam grab Carlisle, carry him out of the living room and place him on the stool facing the front door. They sit him with his arms tied behind the stool’s low back and Adam shoves a broom handle between the two, meaning he can’t lift his arms free, even if he stands up. 

Then Patrick heads for the stairs, vanishing around the corner on the first landing as Adam ducks into the kitchen and closes the door, leaving Carlisle alone once more, in the dark.

Which is when the front door crashes open and all hell breaks loose.

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To be continued (using next week’s prompt {Which can now be found HERE)…

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