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Revelation Don't Waste My Time You've Come Back I Never Meant To Hurt You This Is Goodbye
In the Deep Never Quite Enough Please Don't Let Me Go Bright Light Sever All My Ties
Wasted Love For You On the Shore WILD CARD (writer's choice) So Cold Running into the Dark
Till the Street Lights Came On Right Before The Rain All That I've Waited For Time Slips to Nothing Standing Still
Just Drive Empty of Anthems Courage Insecurity Falling Over

Wild Card
Criminal Minds Nonet
alicia_h: (Mycroft Holmes)
Wake from Silence

The silence in the hours before dawn was absolute. There were no birds heralding the arrival of light into the world and no sign of the familiar dirigibles or bi-planes flying overhead as Felix strode across the wet grass to the stables.
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I have a few ideas brewing for the long fic for the writerverse Phase 5 Table of Doom challenge. The prompts I thought I wanted to use straight away were "diary" and "Blitz" with "mystery" and "lies" following close behind.

Now I have begun to write a character's diary but rather than being the diary of someone who might be about to witness the Blitz, it's the diary of Nell, my main character from my Nanowrimo novel from around 1954/5. I might also write diary for members of Nell's family during the 1940s. That might give me a chance to revisit Erica, the flyer stuck on the Channel Islands during last year's Nanowrimo, as, at the point where I've started her diary, Nell has just met Erica's sister and presumes she is going to find out all about her mother and her mother's family.

Rough possible beginning - Nell's diary )
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The word count goal is 10,000 words spread over however many stories written from the 25 prompts. There are bonus points for writing one 10,000 word story so I'm giving that a go as well as any shorter pieces inspired by the prompts.

List Beta Prompts )

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This is in response to a challenge at [ profile] writerverse to write a story inspired by three randomly generated words or phrases. Mine were "Bus Stop", "Traditional Values" and "Shout".

I would have paid no attention to the woman had she not been sitting at the bus stop. Going by her appearance, she was one that perfectly boring housewife set that I dread socialising with for fear that I will become one when I finally consent to marry Simon. His grandmother's wedding dress came out of hiding the other day and I dearly wish it would crawl back there. It currently lurks of the cracked and crooked hook on the back of my door. It is waiting to be taken out to be professionally cleaned and tailored to fit me. I wish the door hook would snap in two and tear the ghastly white shroud to unrecognisable shreds.

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alicia_h: (Pilot)
I've had a good day. I went across to the doctor's at 10 to book an appointment, primarily for my bruised elbow and back combo from tumbling down the stone steps in the woods whilst carrying a box of books, but also the doc I'm seeing is the one who referred me to therapy/counselling/whatever you call it for depression. He had asked me to book an appointment for after I started my counselling but between searching for jobs, searching for somewhere to live, moving my copious amounts of stuff and being a bit useless at making appointments, this was my first proper chance to actually do that. Well, I tried yesterday and the lady on reception said that they were only booking urgent appointments. It was a different lady today and she did what you're actually meant to do when booking an appointment and look for the next available time, which is next Monday evening. This actually works well for me because the elbow and back will have either healed or not but on the counselling front I've got an appointment for that earlier on the same day, so it'll be on the surface of my mind when I update my doc about life, the universe and counselling.

After I'd sorted that out, getting rid of a huge weight of worry while I was at it, I wandered down to the canal (taking care on the evil steps!) and up to Milnsbridge to have a gander at the charity shops. I bought a few books from the second of the two I found. When they're going at 30p each, I'm not going to argue. One of them was actually 50p but another one was knocked down to 10p because it's short and looks a bit scruffy, apparently. They've put a Star Trek DS9 episode guide/companion book (along the same lines as the Buffy Watcher's Guides) to one side for Friday because I didn't have enough money in change to buy it then and the one cash machine in Milnsbridge was broken. It really is a teeny tiny place.

When I got home I spent a couple of hours finishing off "I Capture the Castle". I fell absolutely in love with the book while I was reading it and I'm lending it to one of my friends next week. I need to stick the first three pages back in first since they randomly fluttered out when I was about halfway through.

I waited until I'd finished reading it before going outside. We share the same communal back yard area as my old place, just further down and with a picnic bench in the bit outside ours which earns this house definite brownie points. One of my housemates has the back door in her room. It'd be lovely to be able to step from my room to the garden but the room I'm really coveting is the one in the house next door, slap bang in the middle of the old house and new house. It has a double garden door set in an archway and the little stretch of garden outside is shaded by tall bushes and it has an overall feeling of a fairytale grotto. I know my housemate has her eye on it so I might see what happens with that and ask about going in it whenever she's ready to move on, which would certainly be at least as far into the future as my current lease running out and hopefully give me time to get a job that would cover the higher rent for a larger room with a back door. It's worth asking the landlord when I get him round to move one of the bookcases up from the empty room downstairs (the one without a back door). I want to be able to dream and plan and save up for my little fairytale grotto.

I started reading one of my new books outside in the glorious sunshine. This one is called "The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society" and it is not one of the books I'd decided I was definitely going to read next. It's told through letters and one of the letter writers shares tales of German occupied Guernsey, so it should be both quick going and relevant to my alleged novel.

I did get some writing done, somewhere between it going cold and the sun setting and the stars coming out, and writing by lamplight and starlight until it was too cold to stay outside even with coffee and a blanket. I've definitely been influenced by my reading today because my first bit of writing had Erica writing a letter to Hauptmann Haber that she knows she has no way of delivering before she sees him again in person. In my second piece Erica's writing had a bit of a feel of Cassandra from "I Capture the Castle" but, from what I've read of my November writing, she's always been a bit like that anyway.

I'm typing those up tonight after I've taken a long enough break from looking at my notebook. Hence the journal update. The second piece, which is for the "bus stop", "traditional values" and "shout" random prompts and is due to be submitted before five in the morning, definitely needs to go up before I go to sleep and I might as well do the letter at the same time and work out if I've unconsciously fulfilled the requirements for another challenge. I'll share the part of my nano writing I've been reading as well, but that can't count towards any of the challenges as I'm only making tiny edits where it desperately needs it.
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One of the challenges on the go at [ profile] writerverse involves making a story out of three random words gerated here. That site's good for playing about with and I might challenge myself to make a story from a generated title, scenario, character names and descriptions and first line. If I make a little game of that perhaps I can get away from Erica and company a bit and let them decide who they are and what they want and only write about them when it feels right.

Anyway, my words were:

Bus stop
Traditional values

A few ideas that I got from the words:

A bus stop that isn't a bus stop anymore but simply a bench, perhaps a rather fetching one donated by a Dr De la Mare. Erica would feel guilty about sitting on it.

What if the person extolling the traditional values is not traditional themselves. It's possible they are both having affairs with German officers during the channel islands occupation.

An ensuing argument, or imagined argument restrained. Or a shout of joy perhaps to be away from the hypocritical bus stop companions.
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01.Gray (WC) 02.Action/Adventure (WC) 03.First (WC) 04.Coming Home (WC) 05.Happy (WC)
06.Once Upon a Time (WC) 07.Quote (WC) 08.First Line (WC) 09.Song (WC) 10.The Great Escape (WC)

ideas )
alicia_h: (Pilot)
Title: Freiheit (Freedom)
Prompt: Silver lining
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any) none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/RPF etc): none
Summary: The day the flyer escapes, the sky must be a perfect blue. There should be no clouds. Not even those with silver linings.

I despise anybody who trots out the old saying that every cloud has a silver lining. They do not understand that to us any cloud signifies a lost day of flying. I know people who often comment on the beauty of clouds, particularly when they are fretted with silver, gold or red. What I see when I look into the sky is a warning for oncoming storms or else a vast and impenetrable sheet of grey. Then I would inevitably return to my book with it's complicated diagrams or else lug another can of oil in the direction of the hangar as I readied myself for taking apart the engine for the sake of practising putting it together again. I think now I initially threw myself into those countless hours of grease and sweat, and constant patronisation, for the sake of never wasting another day away from the planes.

When I moved here to marry him, I expect I was imagining an endless string of sunny days. Clearly I'd hoped that we would be far enough from the mainland to escape the irksome mercurial weather that is the bane of British flyers. We have had such runs of cloudless days. The one I remember most vividly was the week the invaders landed.

I wonder at the tales of heroism I overhear from their flyers as I flit between mechanics and engineers, playing the island floozy for the sake of a few nuts and bolts and being able to watch them work. I must always remind myself not to respond to the men unless they address me in English, even as I listen to one crew telling another how they decimated the factories in my home town.

Con is on hand to extract me if I get too crowded by airmen coming to gawk at the girl with streaks of grease on her dress. The others appear to treat him with far more respect than his rank and age would demand. I know it is because they are wary of his father and stepbrother. They ought to be wary of me as well, though I'll take care to ensure they never realise that. I will let them assume we are lovers for I know that will allow me to continue haunting the airport like a harmless ghost.

It's strange how little I mind them thinking that. I could never see Con in that way, though he has the same eyes that first drew me to his father. They are the colour of the sky on the perfect day for flying. In Con's eyes I see that he is constantly sizing up and evaluating everyone and everything he encounters. In those eyes I try to read what he thinks of me, if I am still the potential stepmother he wants to worship or if I'm the woman who will callously abandon them all when my plane is finally fixed.

Con is a fool to help me. He must know that, when our situations are reversed, I cannot help him.
alicia_h: (Pilot)
"He's a strange little fellow."

"Strange? How so?"

"He's spent half the time he's been here refusing to answer any questions but suddenly he just opened up. The problem is he keeps lapsing into German whenever he gets too excited and I have to keep asking him to slow down and repeat himself in English. I can't help feeling a bit sorry for him to tell you the truth. He gets this desperate look in his eyes sometimes, like he knows exactly where he's going after we get through with him."

"Why do you want me to see him, Peter?"

"Officially because you're a convenient and trustworthy interpretor. He can rabbit away all he likes in German and you can tell me what the blazes he's saying."

"And unofficially?" Erica prompted.

"He asked for you. Someone delivered your message the other day while I was in with him and he got excited and a little agitated. He seemed to be convinced your name was Haber. That's his name, by the way, Haber. We got some of them on their way back from Sheffield and he was one of the better flyers among them. Executed a perfect landing with smoke pouring out of his engine and handed himself in as quiet and calmly as you please."

"You said he thought my name was Haber."

"Yes and he was really rather insistent. I told him in no uncertain terms that I wouldn't let him see you if he kept up with that nonsense. Now if tell me you're secretly married to a German flyer who was barely out of short trousers when you were learning to fly, I'm going to look a real fool."

"No, no I'm not married to him. I'm his stepmother."

"Stepmother? Then what happened to your young doctor? I knew you'd taken his name but I had no idea if he didn't make it out with you or he didn't want to leave when you did... but you're implying now that you married a Jerry while you were stuck out there. I'm not sure if... Well, I think, my dear, you owe me an explanation and perhaps a stiff drink if that will make the whole thing easier to swallow."


I started this for the prompt "I will always find you." at [community profile] stayintheroom but what I've got so far doesn't really fit. I'm pretty much just toying with an idea for how to start off a short story version of the novel that I began in November now I have my main strand of plot more or less worked out.


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