Thursday, April 28, 2022

A World Divided

A World Divided

 

L.M Owens



 

Before the earth was divided by oceans and mountains, there were three kingdoms spread across the world. The first kingdom was ruled wisely by kind King Benignus who was the world’s best healer – though he was but a boy. His laws were obeyed by his peoples across the lands of Africia and Oceaniac, and his kindness and loyalty were known across the globe, as was his courage and cleverness – more befitting to a man twice his age. The second ruler was the lily-livered King Mitis, an ally of King Benignus in the south, always to be found wanting at the first sign of trouble, even in the defence of his own territories of Europia and Asiac. In his old age, Mitis had developed a fatal disease but was spared its vengeance, due to herbs and tonics prescribed to him by his noble and generous ally. The last and worst of this trio of kings, whose name was spoken with fear throughout the lands, was the ruthless King Cupiditas. His mind was sharp and his tongue sharper. He controlled North and South Ameraci with an iron fist - callously disposing of of any opposition and his greedy fingers were always grasping for more land. Despite the temptation, he never dared to invade King Benignus’ territory, who he secretly both feared and admired, but he had already made several attempts to conquer Mitis’ land – and would have succeeded had the old man’s ally not come to the rescue. Cupiditas had a sinister influence over a group of giants in a separate self-governing land of Antartictia who he had cultivated as a valuable ally. The other kings always felt threatened by this friendship – knowing that if an attack came from King Cupiditas, supported by the giants then they could never win.

It was on a sunny morning of Thorsday* when the two allied kings’ worst fears were realised. Birds twittered in the garden of King Mitis as a messenger rode into the castle grounds. His appearance was haggard and worn, as though he had been travelling for many days and nights. His message to the weakest king was as follows: “Your Highness, I come from your friend King Benignus, who warns you that your territories face grave danger. King Cupiditas approaches with 20,000 men and and army of giants! They are at least 3 months walk away from you, Your Highness. Alas, the giants’ immense weight has already ruptured the earth’s core and the ground has cracked, causing an underground geyser to erupt and flood the land. He commands you to build a wall of immense strength. His own territory is withstanding the tirade, with a mighty wall, built by the finest stone masons. He loans this service to you and implores you to build a wall tall enough to scrape the sky and strong enough to endure a thousand nightmares.  Hurry for the army approaches and so does the flood!

 Bewildered and frightened, Mitis retired to his chambers leaving his two emboldened sons as regents to conscript every mason and man strong enough to pull a cart to begin construction on the largest wall ever seen in the kingdom. It was to stretch around the perimeter of the entire kingdom. The subjects waited on tenterhooks for news of the approaching army, but none came. The structure began to take shape without delay. The two regent kings spurred on the workers with rallying speeches and assurances of victory - though Mitis’ dejection still seeped through the kingdom and under doorways like a noxious gas, despite his sons attempt to spur the people on. The tension in the air was so thick that you cut it with a knife. A month past. Two months past. On the third month the enemy was visible on the horizon. The giants were so huge, that even from a distance their clubs and massive hands were clearly visible. They moved with long blundering steps, and were so tall and wide it was like watching bits of the mountain behind them moving. Their craggy features, as though carved from rock by a stone mason unsure what a human face looked like, were twisted in evil snarls. The kingdom was in disarray. Everyone was running, shouting, screaming that the giants were coming. But all hope was not lost– for the wall was almost finished. A few days after the herculean job of building the wall was finished, the quiet night was disturbed by a deafening SMASH! Lights flicked on as candles were lit in every window. Pyjama-clad citizens rushed out of their homes all trying to see what had happened. The army of Cupiditas (including the giants) had been hurled against the wall by a giant gushing wave that - like a leopard that had reached the high ground and was pouncing on its pray from above. Loud shouts told that men and giants alike were repeatedly being battered against the hard stone wall, their bruised bodies finally going limp. The whole country waited with bated breath to see if their arduous work would pay off. The wall stood like a fearless soldier constantly denying the enemy entry to their kingdom and every person breathed a long, deep sigh of relief.

Now separated from his ally by an ocean and so unable to receive his medicine, King Mitis passed away shortly after Cupiditas’ failed attack. His two sons continued to rule together - one presiding over Europia, the other Asiac. King Cupiditas drowned along with the rest of his army when he failed to conquer Mitis’ kingdom. The land of Ameraci and Antartictia became uninhabited. King Benignus continued to rule Africia but was unable to rule Oceaniac which had drifted away and its people installed their own system and governed themselves. And that, dear reader, is the story of how the continents were created and the catastrophic events brought about by the greed and lust for power of a ruthless king.


Saturday, March 19, 2022

Expect the Unexpected

 

Expect the Unexpected

L.M Owens



They turned and hurried back down the steps. “I can’t believe you forgot your purse! Now we might miss the movie!” moaned Sandy frustratedly as they pounded down the street, rain drumming a violent tattoo on Jackie’s exposed neck. “I knew I should’ve kept my hair down!” Jackie cursed, covering her drenched skin with her hands in an instinctive attempt to shield herself from the rain. Sandy grumbled something in response, focusing most of her concentration on not slipping on the puddle strewn ground, the lashing rainstorm causing a chaos of ripples on the surface of each. “Here!” shouted her companion a moment later “I told you it wouldn’t take long, didn’t I?” “Oh for goodness’ sake! Just go and get your handbag!” interrupted Sandy shaking her hair to rid herself of water droplets like a wet dog. Jackie rolled her eyes and sprinted into her house.

“Come along then.” Said Jackie jovially as she ran back from the house, in a perfect imitation of Sandy’s most irritated voice - though winking at the same time, “We don’t want to be late.”

The lights shone dimly like fireflies as the two girls searched for their seats in the rapidly filling cinema. Clutching popcorn and sweets for the film, Jackie and Sandy shimmied through the sea of knees to their spot in the last row. Just as they sat down the room was plunged into darkness. There were audible gasps and shushing as the huge screen flashed into life. As the many adverts droned on, Jackie whispered, “I’ve seen her somewhere.” “Who?” asked Sandy dropping her voice and looking around curiously. “Her, the lady in front of us – the one with the glasses.” replied Jackie nodding at a woman with thick spectacles, a ludicrously high bun placed at the top of her head and a plain tweed dress - completely at odds with the crimson high heels bedecked with a large ornamental rose, which would look more fitting for a visit from the queen. Sandy studied her for a few minutes. “I haven’t seen her before.” she eventually said, nonplussed. “We go everywhere together. I think if you knew her then I would remember such an odd looking woman too. And I don’t. The only time you did something without me was when you and your parents watched this movie.” Sandy was convinced that Jackie was imagining it because she had never seen the funny looking woman in her life. Jackie sat wonderingly, pondering the lady and screwing up her face in thought. Suddenly she was jerked out of her reverie as Sandy gasped excitedly, “Ohh! Jackie! Its starting!”

The whole crowd was riveted to the movie – they couldn’t take their mesmerised eyes off it. Jackie found it harder and harder to contain herself. She was like a squawking parrot who wouldn’t shut up. “Oh look!” Jackie would say pointing at a grizzled looking man who just appeared on screen. “Not to give any spoilers but keep watching him - you won’t expect this!” “Jackie. The point of a thriller is to not expect things when they happen!” Sandy would hiss vehemently in Jackie’s ear.

It was a tense watch - full of betrayals and backstabbers. Sandy’s eyes were so wide that you could see the whites all round the iris, as she watched the murderer shroud herself in a cloak of innocence.

 Without warning the lady in front of them stood up, with a purposeful look on her marble features. She strode through the rows with a cold look of determination and clicked her tongue at the unfortunates who had to stand up to let her pass. “Ohh!” keened Jackie furiously, “Sit down can’t she? It’s about to come to the best bit!” There was angry muttering and craning of necks as the stony figure obstructed people’s view.

A few minutes after she had departed, the screen zoomed in on a familiar looking hallway. A tall lady crept into the frame. It was obvious to Sandy that this woman lacked any dress sense whatsoever. Who had even heard of a green dress with red shoes!? She tiptoed across the room and concealed herself behind a door leading into other rooms. A glint of sharp silver was visible in her hand. All was silent. A short squat man wearing a purple waistcoat that bulged slightly at the edges entered the corridor. His hand was clasped around the concealed handle of a gun. He was waiting on someone. He took another tentative step forward, which was the hidden figure’s cue to pounce.

“My goodness,” said Sandy as the two girls exited the cinema that was now flooded with light. “What a terrifically terrifying film!” “I know” grinned Jackie “brilliant wasn’t it.” “SOMEONE!? QUICK! PHONE AN AMBULANCE!” yelled a loud voice from the entrance hall. There were terrified screams and indistinguishable shouts. Jackie and Sandy stared in horror. Their blood ran cold. What just happened? They raced to the large entrance hall. A man dressed in an old fashioned purple waistcoat lay in a pool of blood with a dagger buried in his chest. Sandy pointed shakily at a tall lady walking down the steps, a casual smirk crossing her face as she watched the crowd congregating around the dead man, with callous indifference. “Jackie. I was wrong,” said Sandy faintly, “You weren’t imagining it.”

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children Book Review

 

Text Box: Genre: Young Adult/Dark fantasy
Author: Ransom Riggs
Year first published: 2011
Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children






Book Review

 (5 stars)



Have you ever watched Tim Burton’s movie, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children? Well, it was based on a young adult/dark fantasy novel - written in 2011 by the author, Ransom Riggs. Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children is the first book in a series of six. It is a chilling fantasy based in modern day Florida and written in the first person. It follows the life of sixteen year old Jacob Portman who witnesses his grandpa’s death, not before he shares his final last words, “Find the bird in the loop. On the other side of the old man’s grave. September 3rd, 1940.” After hearing this cryptic message, Jake sees a monster from childhood stories looming in the distance - ready to attack again. Was it really there? Was this his grandpa’s killer? As a child, Jake’s grandpa would tell him stories of children with supernatural abilities, their headmistress Miss Peregrine, who could transform into a bird – and shadow creatures with tentacles for tongues that hunted them. Believing he is maddened by grief, his parents enlist the help of a psychiatrist who attempts to convince Jake that the trauma had caused him to imagine this creature.  After finding an old letter addressed to his grandpa, dated 1940 signed ‘Alma Peregrine’, along with some mysterious photographs, Jake starts to wonder whether his grandfather’s crazy stories weren’t so crazy at all. He decides to go to Wales to try and contact Miss Peregrine and see the children’s home his grandpa grew up in. Arriving at the children’s home in Wales, he finds it destroyed by a bomb in WW2 and the residents surely long dead.  Jake searches the wrecked old house for any clue – any hint explaining his grandpa’s murder – but as he walks through each passageway and bedrooms it seems – impossible as it may be – that the children are still alive...

I enjoyed reading this book and I found it both exciting and bloodcurdling. The book contains many creepy vintage photos and gradually reveals more about Jacob’s grandpa’s character (Abe Portman) – unveiling more and more secrets throughout the book. I disliked Jake’s personality from the very start and found him ungrateful, rude, and overall, a big pain. However, I think that the plot deserves five stars as it really keeps you on tenterhooks, wondering what’s going to happen next. Despite the amazing aspects of the book, I have rated it only four stars because the language used is terrible. Swear words and cursing is common throughout the first half but I connect this to the fact Jake is lonely and it becomes less frequent after his circumstances change. Ransom Riggs excels in describing character’s feelings but lacks in any description of appearances which leaves the reader to decide themselves what characters look like. I would recommend this book to people who have previously read Sherlock Holmes or enjoy thriller and murder mystery.

 

Saturday, January 22, 2022

In Memory Of

 Hi! Happy new Year! I got the inspiration for this story off of a website full of story ideas there is hundreds of these on the web that really help when your trying to think up a plot. Hope you like it!

In Memory Of

L.M Owens



 Her foot slipped and she started to fall. She was hurtling down through eternal darkness and as she plummeted, she remembered the good times and the bad times, the fights and the friendships. As the flood of memories washed over her, she found it harder and harder to withstand them.

Kathleen sat on the hard wooden pew. She wore a plain black dress and a veil. Her eyes were wet with tears. As she listened to the priest claiming how good a man he had been, she stared at a stained glass window depicting God showing mercy and forgiveness. And Kathleen wondered for the first time in her life if it was worth it. “But God didn’t show mercy for my husband. God’s love didn’t stop him crashing his car. So why should all my praying and devotion to God save me? All my life I have prayed for the love of God and thanked him for what I have. And what good has it done? Maybe it’s time I lived my own life.” Their children sat around her, consoling each other. Kathleen would have liked them to visit her more often but they were all adults now with families of their own. Almost the whole village had arrived to commemorate him. Mr. Robson had been a good man, always friendly, a generous father-a loving husband. She swallowed the lump in her throat, knowing deep down she could never love anyone else.

 

“Mum, are you sure about this?” It was a month after Mr Robson’s funeral and Kathleen Robson was packing a suitcase while her eldest child Maria stood over her. “You could go on a nice camping trip instead but you can’t climb a mountain! Especially alone.” Maria pleaded with her. Kathleen took a deep breath, staring at her daughter. “Life’s too short Maria, look at your father. Who’s telling when it’ll be my time. I want to enjoy it as much as possible. It was always your fathers wish that we could climb Ben Nevis together. I’m not letting anything stop me.” She felt that this final act in memory of her husband would soothe her far more than the priest’s words. She was determined to carry out his final wishes. “But-” Maria began. “There’s a caravan site nearby, I can stay there” Kathleen interrupted. “I wouldn’t worry. I’ll only be away for the weekend; I’ll be back before you know it.” she assured her. Kathleen picked up her rucksack, waved goodbye and marched out of the house. She had waited all winter for this moment and as soon the first burst of spring sun shone through the murky grey clouds, she was off!

 

It was time. Ben Nevis loomed in front of her, its peak blanketed with impenetrable grey mist. “Easy” she said, though her stomach fluttered with anxiety. Heaving her rucksack off her back she detached her walking poles. “And these are for… oh well I’m sure I’m fit enough to manage without them.” And she threw them into the boot of her car before setting off. Without her husband, Kathleen was an inexperienced climber, not that she would admit it.

 

Looking up onto the mountain she saw four small specs descending the path. Hikers. Scanning the area, she discovered an obvious trail leading to the peak. So that was where to start. She began to climb the slope. After fifteen minutes of walking, Kathleen met the hikers she had seen in the distance. “You sure you want to go up today?” One of them said. “The bad weathers coming in fast.” “I’m sure I’ll be fine I’ll watch out.” she said confidently. They continued on their way. Despite waiting for spring to arrive, her fingers were soon numb with cold and her breath condensed in the crisp air. After an hour of nonstop walking, Kathleen’s feet felt like lead. She sat down on a rock and massaged her blistering toes.

 

Before she knew what had happened, grey fog suddenly impeded her vision, rain hammered down like bullets and the rocks became slippery and wet. Trying with all her might she attempted to gaze through the fog. Thinking it would be best to continue, she got to her feet. But Kathleen couldn’t see a thing and without realising, she strayed right off the path. All around her the dense air reminded her of her childhood days in London and the yellow pea souper fogs. Scratchy branches tore at her hands and she knew must have walked off the trail. In an effort to find her way back, Kathleen pushed branches aside, desperately feeling her way through nothingness. Just as she was sure she would soon be back on the path, the ground disappeared. Kathleen fell, plummeting like a brick. A long drawn out scream escaped her lips as the hard rocky ground materialised out of the gloom and she lost consciousness.

 

Kathleen surfaced from her death like slumber as soft footsteps approached her. Slowly, she opened her bleary eyes. She lay in a warmly lit room. Gold shimmers sparkled on the walls and ceiling. The floor was covered in a crystal white carpet which was light and bouncy to the touch. Looking down at herself, Kathleen noticed that her waterproofs and dirty tattered old hiking boots had been replaced by a gentle white gown, not unlike the one she had worn on her wedding day that fell to her ankles. Her hair was smooth and silky, set in bouncy blonde curls like it had been in her youth. Her skin almost glowed and as she stood, she felt as light as air.

 

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Kathleen spun around - hardly daring to believe the voice that she heard. He was just as she remembered him – tall, handsome, his chestnut locks falling casually over his eyes. “Peter?” she whispered staring at her husband. He gave a wide smile and took her into his arms. Behind Peter stood a crowd of people. Noticing her gaze, Peter added, “They’ve been waiting too.” Staring into the crowd she picked out her mother, father, aunties, uncles. They were all there. “Oh, Peter I feel so happy as though I’m in heaven!” she said beaming at him. “My wonderful dearest Kathleen,” he replied stroking her hair, “You are.”

THE END


A World Divided

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