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single crystalline tear away from the corner of my eyes, which were fading back to a pale, mourning silver-grey, like a rainy sky without the rain or the sky, and sat up on my bed, looking around my ‘room’. I had seen more luxurious cupboards. It was only ten metres square, and what had given them the idea to paint it pink? Everyone knew that I wanted it to be black, and had done for whole days! The velvet drapes would have looked more in place in a museum, and the only furniture was hideously uncomfortable and made of cold iron. Well, the lampshade was, anyway.
I didn’t belong here. I couldn’t! Everyone here hated me. George was dead. My parents were callous, boorish types, with no interest at all in deep culture, like MCR, Hawthorne Hotel, and Marilyn Manson. They listened to strange music, shallow and uninteresting. I mean, somebody whose idea of a good title is ‘Beethoven’s Ninth’ Hot Topic logo in hot pink, I peered down at the only clue I had to my real past, my real parents, before my mind was implanted with these false memories. I had had the belly-button piercing for as long as I could remember. It had a gem in it which was the exact blue of my eyes in 10:35:21:9001 happiness/love/sadness/rage mode, held perfectly in the slim silver setting. A tiny flaw in the crystal depths made it seem to shine with a mysterious inner light, just like my eyes in 13:66:6:1 mode.Where did it come from, I wondered. is clearly an imbecile as well as an egotist.
And my parents were boring. We had nothing in common, except for a 97.3% perfect facial match and a genetic surceptibility to contracting syphilis from drinking out of toilets. But Mom and Daddy were too cowardly to do something like that.
Pulling up my black, lacy top, which clung to my slim figure perfectly, accentuating my mild curves, and was emblazoned with theWhere did I come from?
Who, after all, was I?
Who was the ‘me’ that was thinking?
Wednesday, 13 May 2009
Jack Vettriano The Letter
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stepped in and closed the door and saw Frodo sitting on the sofa with a cut on his leg. ‘And what happened to you last night?’checked and he found all his clothes folded neatly and all his other belongings stored away.He got dressed and he found in the small bathroom a basin. He filled it up with warm water and dunked his head in. The water was warm and soothing. He decided to put his injured leg in and sooth it a little for it was throbbing. Afterward, his leg was feeling much better and he was just drying his hair when there came a soft knock on the door. Gandalf had come to fetch him.‘It is time for breakfast now Frodo. Do you feel up to it?’In the time that Frodo had been waiting for Gandalf, he had begun to think about Sam, which made him terribly sad. He stifled his tears and welcomed the wizard as cheerfully as he could.Gandalf spotted his sadness almost instantly but he didn’t questions
‘Well the mattress of my bed was too lumpy so I tried to find my way to the sofa out here. I must have bumped my leg on something, though I don’t know on what.’ Frodo said looking around for any sharp places in the nearby rooms. He couldn’t find anything and soon his stomach could be heard.
Gandalf laughed. ‘I think it’s time that we got some food into you, Frodo. How about some toast and jam? I will go and see what the Elves can prepare while you get ready. I will come and get you when the food is prepared.’ Gandalf got up and closed the door to Frodo’s small home quietly.
Frodo sat on the couch for a little while longer before searching his surroundings for his clothes. In his closet was the last place that he
stepped in and closed the door and saw Frodo sitting on the sofa with a cut on his leg. ‘And what happened to you last night?’checked and he found all his clothes folded neatly and all his other belongings stored away.He got dressed and he found in the small bathroom a basin. He filled it up with warm water and dunked his head in. The water was warm and soothing. He decided to put his injured leg in and sooth it a little for it was throbbing. Afterward, his leg was feeling much better and he was just drying his hair when there came a soft knock on the door. Gandalf had come to fetch him.‘It is time for breakfast now Frodo. Do you feel up to it?’In the time that Frodo had been waiting for Gandalf, he had begun to think about Sam, which made him terribly sad. He stifled his tears and welcomed the wizard as cheerfully as he could.Gandalf spotted his sadness almost instantly but he didn’t questions
‘Well the mattress of my bed was too lumpy so I tried to find my way to the sofa out here. I must have bumped my leg on something, though I don’t know on what.’ Frodo said looking around for any sharp places in the nearby rooms. He couldn’t find anything and soon his stomach could be heard.
Gandalf laughed. ‘I think it’s time that we got some food into you, Frodo. How about some toast and jam? I will go and see what the Elves can prepare while you get ready. I will come and get you when the food is prepared.’ Gandalf got up and closed the door to Frodo’s small home quietly.
Frodo sat on the couch for a little while longer before searching his surroundings for his clothes. In his closet was the last place that he
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
Jack Vettriano Betrayal First Kiss 2001
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sigh. There were weeks to go until his wife and son were scheduled to return from Imladris, and he did not know how he was going to stand the wait. He knew that the few weeks Legolas spent in the Last Homely House every year were his sole respite from the duties of a young warrior, and he did not grudge his son the well-earned rest. But normally Lindariel did not accompany him. She had gone this time at the invitation of Celebrían.
He heard a soft cough behind him and turned. Almárean, the head of the household, was standing in the doorway.
“My King, the archery trials are scheduThranduil stood outside a few minutes more before he collected his cloak and went to the practice fields where the Archery Masters were awaiting his arrival to begin the trials.The trials were held once a month, and were an occasion for the Archery Masters to assess the progress their young charges had made. The King and the commanders usually made it a point for at least one of them to attend as well, so that they would know what to expect of the next generation of archers.It had been on one such occasion a couple of centuries previously that Thorontur, watching Legolas make a series of perfect shots, had turned to Thranduil and said in an undertone, “The boy is mine.”Thranduil had laughed and said cheerfully, “He will be on routine led to begin in ten minutes. The Archery Masters want to know if you will attend.”
“Has Thorontur returned from Lothlórien?”
“Not yet. He sent word that he was delayed. He will probably be here in a few days.”
Thranduil nodded.
“I will go, in that case. Arbellason has gone to secure the eastern border and the Elflings will be disappointed if none of us is there to admire their skill.”
Almárean nodded and left. patrol duty until he can count seven centuries. If you want him to ride with the Colhador, ask me then.”
sigh. There were weeks to go until his wife and son were scheduled to return from Imladris, and he did not know how he was going to stand the wait. He knew that the few weeks Legolas spent in the Last Homely House every year were his sole respite from the duties of a young warrior, and he did not grudge his son the well-earned rest. But normally Lindariel did not accompany him. She had gone this time at the invitation of Celebrían.
He heard a soft cough behind him and turned. Almárean, the head of the household, was standing in the doorway.
“My King, the archery trials are scheduThranduil stood outside a few minutes more before he collected his cloak and went to the practice fields where the Archery Masters were awaiting his arrival to begin the trials.The trials were held once a month, and were an occasion for the Archery Masters to assess the progress their young charges had made. The King and the commanders usually made it a point for at least one of them to attend as well, so that they would know what to expect of the next generation of archers.It had been on one such occasion a couple of centuries previously that Thorontur, watching Legolas make a series of perfect shots, had turned to Thranduil and said in an undertone, “The boy is mine.”Thranduil had laughed and said cheerfully, “He will be on routine led to begin in ten minutes. The Archery Masters want to know if you will attend.”
“Has Thorontur returned from Lothlórien?”
“Not yet. He sent word that he was delayed. He will probably be here in a few days.”
Thranduil nodded.
“I will go, in that case. Arbellason has gone to secure the eastern border and the Elflings will be disappointed if none of us is there to admire their skill.”
Almárean nodded and left. patrol duty until he can count seven centuries. If you want him to ride with the Colhador, ask me then.”
Jack Vettriano The Smooth Operator
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“Nana! Ada! LOOK, LOOhe burst-in on them. Miniel giggled as she picked her tiny 4 year old elfling. He was so small that one would mistake him for a 2 year old. “No! NO, Nana! Come with me! Look at what I found!” but being very, very lazy the couple just looked lovingly at the child and waited patiently. “You must see, you must see, you must see, you must see, you must see—OOOH! BIRD! Let me down, let me down, let me down~!” Miniel placed him on the ground where he scrambled-off to where he saw the bird flew; faithful Galion following him. Both the King and the Queen laughed happily as their gazes follow their young. “You really should have Elrond take a look at him, Mela-nin. I do not think his level of attention-span is normal.” The queen gave her husband a warming smile. “Aye, that I will do.” Thranduil K!!!” A tiny Legolas ran to the garden where his parents where having a peaceful afternoon tea—that was until nodded after sipping at his tea. “Thranduil?” even the Queen’s voice is smiling. “Yes, Mela-nin?” the King turned to her once more. “What did I just say?” A blank air met the question. “Never mind taking him to Elrond, love. He takes forgetfulness out from you.” Her laugh resounded in the gardens like tinkling little bells as the King pouted—un-kingly.
“Nana!” Legolas’ tiny voice called both their attentions. A green apple flew out of nowhere and landed straight on the Queen’s open palms. “Oh?”
The tiny elfling ran to her filled with giggles and laughter. “Galion’s dead!” the young one grinned, shocking the couple. The King hurried-off to where he saw them disappear earlier. “Ioneamin!” (My son!) the Queen gave a silent prayer that his son was merely jesting. “He is! He fell down and he didn’t stand-up!” Legolas insisted as he subconsciously took the apple from her. The Queen gasped as she was torn into going to their friend and staying with her son.
Thranduil came back to them fuming. Demanding an explanation from his
“Nana! Ada! LOOK, LOOhe burst-in on them. Miniel giggled as she picked her tiny 4 year old elfling. He was so small that one would mistake him for a 2 year old. “No! NO, Nana! Come with me! Look at what I found!” but being very, very lazy the couple just looked lovingly at the child and waited patiently. “You must see, you must see, you must see, you must see, you must see—OOOH! BIRD! Let me down, let me down, let me down~!” Miniel placed him on the ground where he scrambled-off to where he saw the bird flew; faithful Galion following him. Both the King and the Queen laughed happily as their gazes follow their young. “You really should have Elrond take a look at him, Mela-nin. I do not think his level of attention-span is normal.” The queen gave her husband a warming smile. “Aye, that I will do.” Thranduil K!!!” A tiny Legolas ran to the garden where his parents where having a peaceful afternoon tea—that was until nodded after sipping at his tea. “Thranduil?” even the Queen’s voice is smiling. “Yes, Mela-nin?” the King turned to her once more. “What did I just say?” A blank air met the question. “Never mind taking him to Elrond, love. He takes forgetfulness out from you.” Her laugh resounded in the gardens like tinkling little bells as the King pouted—un-kingly.
“Nana!” Legolas’ tiny voice called both their attentions. A green apple flew out of nowhere and landed straight on the Queen’s open palms. “Oh?”
The tiny elfling ran to her filled with giggles and laughter. “Galion’s dead!” the young one grinned, shocking the couple. The King hurried-off to where he saw them disappear earlier. “Ioneamin!” (My son!) the Queen gave a silent prayer that his son was merely jesting. “He is! He fell down and he didn’t stand-up!” Legolas insisted as he subconsciously took the apple from her. The Queen gasped as she was torn into going to their friend and staying with her son.
Thranduil came back to them fuming. Demanding an explanation from his
Monday, 11 May 2009
Jack Vettriano Bluebird
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Glorfindel tried.
"Yes. It’s the language we speak i species?" asked Gornnir."I used to be human." After I said this, it was like one collective gasp."Me too," Almira said quietly.They all just kind of stared at us, until Glorfindel asked, "How?""I have absolutely no idea. There are no elves in our world. Only humans.""So how did you know who I was, and where you were, if this place isn’t supposed to exist?"I sighed; this was the really difficult part. "In our world, Middle-Earth is a fictional place created by a man named J.R.R. Tolkien as a bedtime story for his children. But it became much more. His stories were so popular, people wanted more. So he began to outline the history of Arda. All n the United States of America, which is where we are from."
"I have never heard of such a place," Glorfindel said, while several of the elves shook their heads in agreement.
"That’s because it’s either in an entirely different universe or thousands and thousands of years into the future."
"Impossible," Glorfindel murmured, as the other elves muttered similar sentiments.
"That’s what I thought, until I got here and changed species."
"Changedthe major happenings in Middle-Earth from its creation by Eru through the Fourth Age are available to read or study for anyone who wants to do so."
The silence was almost deafening. You could literally hear crickets chirping (we are
Glorfindel tried.
"Yes. It’s the language we speak i species?" asked Gornnir."I used to be human." After I said this, it was like one collective gasp."Me too," Almira said quietly.They all just kind of stared at us, until Glorfindel asked, "How?""I have absolutely no idea. There are no elves in our world. Only humans.""So how did you know who I was, and where you were, if this place isn’t supposed to exist?"I sighed; this was the really difficult part. "In our world, Middle-Earth is a fictional place created by a man named J.R.R. Tolkien as a bedtime story for his children. But it became much more. His stories were so popular, people wanted more. So he began to outline the history of Arda. All n the United States of America, which is where we are from."
"I have never heard of such a place," Glorfindel said, while several of the elves shook their heads in agreement.
"That’s because it’s either in an entirely different universe or thousands and thousands of years into the future."
"Impossible," Glorfindel murmured, as the other elves muttered similar sentiments.
"That’s what I thought, until I got here and changed species."
"Changedthe major happenings in Middle-Earth from its creation by Eru through the Fourth Age are available to read or study for anyone who wants to do so."
The silence was almost deafening. You could literally hear crickets chirping (we are
Jack Vettriano legs Eleven
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just like that we moved apart and rolled away from the tree. As the Orc began to advance on Almira, she fainted.
“Oh good. You just had to pass out now,” I muttered. Seeing as I wasn’t a Mary-Sue, I had been pretty much ignored by the Orc. Acting on pure instinct (or stupidity) I kicked the Orc in the back of the knee seeing as it had turned its back on me. As annoying as she was I just couldn’t let Almira be kidnapped or killed. Not that I didn’t entertain the notion, but seeing as I believe in the hereafter I figured letting her die would be points off at the Pearly Gates.
The Orc whirled around and snarled at me. “Uh-oh. Not good,” I said as I struggled to my feet and began to back away. “A little help here?”Glorfindel said as he walked towards me. Blasted Elven hearing. “Are you alright?” he asked while kneeling down in front of me and looking me over.“Oh yeah, (cough) I’m just fine (cough),” I said as sarcastically as possible, which wasn’t very much seeing as I was still having trouble breathing.“What about your shoulder?” he asked, ignoring my I yelled to my Elven companions. The Orc lunged and this time I didn’t move fast enough. It grabbed me and threw me to the ground, further aggravating my shoulder, and proceeded to try and strangle me. Seeing as my hands were still tied behind my back, I couldn’t really defend myself. The situation looked grim, very grim. Just as my vision started getting fuzzy, the Orc was pulled off me and a sickening squelching sound left no doubt in my mind as to what had happened to him. “It’s about time,” I muttered amidst my coughing fits.
“You’re welcome,” pathetic attempt at sarcasm.
That surprised me because I did not think he would have noticed. But now that he said something, the throbbing pain in my shoulder came to the forefront in my mind. I had managed to block it out while fighting for my life, or trying to. “I think I might have dislocated it,” I replied.
“Then it will have to be set,” he said and cut the rope binding my hands.
just like that we moved apart and rolled away from the tree. As the Orc began to advance on Almira, she fainted.
“Oh good. You just had to pass out now,” I muttered. Seeing as I wasn’t a Mary-Sue, I had been pretty much ignored by the Orc. Acting on pure instinct (or stupidity) I kicked the Orc in the back of the knee seeing as it had turned its back on me. As annoying as she was I just couldn’t let Almira be kidnapped or killed. Not that I didn’t entertain the notion, but seeing as I believe in the hereafter I figured letting her die would be points off at the Pearly Gates.
The Orc whirled around and snarled at me. “Uh-oh. Not good,” I said as I struggled to my feet and began to back away. “A little help here?”Glorfindel said as he walked towards me. Blasted Elven hearing. “Are you alright?” he asked while kneeling down in front of me and looking me over.“Oh yeah, (cough) I’m just fine (cough),” I said as sarcastically as possible, which wasn’t very much seeing as I was still having trouble breathing.“What about your shoulder?” he asked, ignoring my I yelled to my Elven companions. The Orc lunged and this time I didn’t move fast enough. It grabbed me and threw me to the ground, further aggravating my shoulder, and proceeded to try and strangle me. Seeing as my hands were still tied behind my back, I couldn’t really defend myself. The situation looked grim, very grim. Just as my vision started getting fuzzy, the Orc was pulled off me and a sickening squelching sound left no doubt in my mind as to what had happened to him. “It’s about time,” I muttered amidst my coughing fits.
“You’re welcome,” pathetic attempt at sarcasm.
That surprised me because I did not think he would have noticed. But now that he said something, the throbbing pain in my shoulder came to the forefront in my mind. I had managed to block it out while fighting for my life, or trying to. “I think I might have dislocated it,” I replied.
“Then it will have to be set,” he said and cut the rope binding my hands.
Sunday, 10 May 2009
Jack Vettriano Midnight Blue
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, ring ring, Alexander Bell?” Living in a school came with a price. Logan gave up. Everyone in this ‘Brie’ and ‘Eerie Ardour’ was mad, including Strider. Either that, or he had somehow been teleported into a very backward third world country where they did not know about telephones. “Oh, never mind. Don’t think I can explain it very well anyway.”
He took Strider’s money and went and ordered himself a pint of beer and a meal of stew. The bowl of stew did smell wonderful, but the lumps of meat in it looked odd. Some of them looked like bits of offal. Logan shrugged. He was hungry, and he’d had haggis before. He attacked his meal with a spoon. “Aren’t you gonna eat?” he asked Strider in between large mouthfuls. “We’ve been walking the whole day.”
“You can eat. I cannot afford to be distracted,” said Strider. Logan finished his meal, and then stared longingly at Strider’s pipe. He still had three cigars in his pocket, but once he finished them, he wasn’t sure if he could get more in a place which didn’t even have telephones. He contented himself with thinking about what he would do once he got back to civilized society.
The door of the pub opened again, and four mcan’t.”“Just because you can’t feel anything doesn’t meant that it does not exist.”The four hobbits spoke to the innkeeper, who happened to be the man who had given Logan his foam, for a while, asking about the availability of rooms. They were led away by the cheerful fat man. Moments later, they returned. The dirt had been washed from their faces. Beer was brought to them, and the food came later. Logan goggled at the vast amount. How could four small people eat so much? ore of those ‘hobbits’ came in. They were soaked to the skin. The one in lead looked about him warily, and Logan could sense his fear. He was behaving as if he was being hunted. Strider gently touched his elbow to catch his attention. “Watch them,” he said.
“Why? You think they’re gonna get up to some mischief?” asked Logan. Those four mid—hobbits didn’t look like they could do much. In fact, they made him feel as if he was back in the Xavier mansion and babysitting.
“I don’t know,” said Strider. “Just watch them. Danger is nearby. I can sense it.”
“Really? I The younger of them laughed as they ate and drank, but the older one, the leader, had a thoughtful expression on his face, as if there was a lot on his mind. That did not interest Logan in the least. Now that he’d drunken and eaten, he wanted to sleep and take a bath, not in
, ring ring, Alexander Bell?” Living in a school came with a price. Logan gave up. Everyone in this ‘Brie’ and ‘Eerie Ardour’ was mad, including Strider. Either that, or he had somehow been teleported into a very backward third world country where they did not know about telephones. “Oh, never mind. Don’t think I can explain it very well anyway.”
He took Strider’s money and went and ordered himself a pint of beer and a meal of stew. The bowl of stew did smell wonderful, but the lumps of meat in it looked odd. Some of them looked like bits of offal. Logan shrugged. He was hungry, and he’d had haggis before. He attacked his meal with a spoon. “Aren’t you gonna eat?” he asked Strider in between large mouthfuls. “We’ve been walking the whole day.”
“You can eat. I cannot afford to be distracted,” said Strider. Logan finished his meal, and then stared longingly at Strider’s pipe. He still had three cigars in his pocket, but once he finished them, he wasn’t sure if he could get more in a place which didn’t even have telephones. He contented himself with thinking about what he would do once he got back to civilized society.
The door of the pub opened again, and four mcan’t.”“Just because you can’t feel anything doesn’t meant that it does not exist.”The four hobbits spoke to the innkeeper, who happened to be the man who had given Logan his foam, for a while, asking about the availability of rooms. They were led away by the cheerful fat man. Moments later, they returned. The dirt had been washed from their faces. Beer was brought to them, and the food came later. Logan goggled at the vast amount. How could four small people eat so much? ore of those ‘hobbits’ came in. They were soaked to the skin. The one in lead looked about him warily, and Logan could sense his fear. He was behaving as if he was being hunted. Strider gently touched his elbow to catch his attention. “Watch them,” he said.
“Why? You think they’re gonna get up to some mischief?” asked Logan. Those four mid—hobbits didn’t look like they could do much. In fact, they made him feel as if he was back in the Xavier mansion and babysitting.
“I don’t know,” said Strider. “Just watch them. Danger is nearby. I can sense it.”
“Really? I The younger of them laughed as they ate and drank, but the older one, the leader, had a thoughtful expression on his face, as if there was a lot on his mind. That did not interest Logan in the least. Now that he’d drunken and eaten, he wanted to sleep and take a bath, not in
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