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six: of Elephants and Endings.
And there was darkness, and the darkness was troubled.
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five: Alice's adventures underground and in the air
Falling into an aeroplane should not take a long time, or so Alice supposed,
and yet here she was floating through the darkness at a rate that could only be described as slow.
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Falling into an aeroplane should not take a long time, or so Alice supposed, and yet here she was floating through the darkness at a rate that could only be described as slow.
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four: Alice’s Adventures on the Island – and what she found there.
The Baron huffed impatiently. “People are always in the middle of something, everybody knows that.”
“Not everybody,” Alice scowled, “because clearly I didn’t know that.”
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Three: men. maps and metal
Walking away from the hut of the fast-fingered old woman, I could see the Captain tending to the last of some cargo as it was hauled up from the dock on a treacherous looking pulley; the captain nodded to me and then raised his eyebrows at the ensuing four letter invective that I let fly. Falk had heard just about every sailor’s curse in his time at sea, but rarely so explosively and so continually. I was still swearing and spitting as I strode up to the gangplank.
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Two: The Island
The proud dark ship slipped into the harbour like a cold hand stealing into a glove – waiting for the soft surroundings to warm the tense flesh. Around the shallow inlet there were tropical leaves and petals from a dozen different varieties of flower and tree, layer upon layer, the sunset splashed red and rich and so the dark ship waited for colour also.
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this is the first chapter of the redrafted new Babylon Dutch story,
which i hope makes a little more sense now...
see previous:
http://wytchcroft.livejournal.com/44827.html
http://wytchcroft.livejournal.com/52348.html
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so now i have read this phrase c/o ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
larsok ; Все таки, в каждой бабе сидит ведьма!
i think i will add it to my profile!^^)))
and wow - many congratulations tostoshagownozad , rezoner and all the other writers of вавилонский голландец gathered here: http://chingizid.livejournal.com/1055898.html great news! :))
larsok ; Все таки, в каждой бабе сидит ведьма!i think i will add it to my profile!^^)))
and wow - many congratulations to
stoshagownozad , rezoner and all the other writers of вавилонский голландец gathered here: http://chingizid.livejournal.com/1055898.html great news! :))a word in your shell like - pt.4 / 4
Jan. 20th, 2009 05:25 pmPart 4: in which there are pancakes and illuminations
A few seconds later and Nina and her Granddad were dancing about the kitchen with bowls, and flour, (Granddad managed to get that in his beard as well) and - "eggs! Where's me eggs!" Grandpa sounded stricken. "The eggs..." said Nina slowly, "from the chickens?"
"From MY chickens I'll have you know" Granddad sounded proud.
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a word in your shell like Pt. 3 of 4
Jan. 19th, 2009 06:26 pmPart three: in which there are chickens and bubbles.
Nina was grateful for the voice she heard bellowing orders, she couldn't make out the words but the men seemed to recognise the sound if nothing else for they jumped as one and scuttled back to their duties.
"I should think so too!" Nina was still hot-faced.
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a word in your shell like - pt.2
Jan. 17th, 2009 10:10 pmPART TWO: in which there is cake and a shell...
Granddad stood in the doorway, blinking and looking a little confused. "Greetings!" Nina said quickly,
"We are the delegation from the planet of cake!"
And she held out the box.
Grandpa looked down at the box and then at Nina.
"Cake y'say? Well then - you'd better come in!" and he laughed his trumpeting laugh.
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a word in your shell like
Jan. 17th, 2009 02:42 pmPART ONE: in which there is a car and a castle...
It was Nina's job to hold on to the neatly wrapped box with the cake inside.
This, she felt was an important job - even if her parents didn't say as much. No, it was important and she was glad to have volunteered for the task.
They were going to see Granddad today.
Grandpa lived in a strange place that Nina liked to call The Castle -made of little square towers and rooms and odd abutments.
Her parents called it The Home - which of course it was, for Grandpa.
Granddad himself called it "This PLACE" as if it was the whole world - which of course it was, for Grandpa.
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It was Nina's job to hold on to the neatly wrapped box with the cake inside.
This, she felt was an important job - even if her parents didn't say as much. No, it was important and she was glad to have volunteered for the task.
They were going to see Granddad today.
Grandpa lived in a strange place that Nina liked to call The Castle -made of little square towers and rooms and odd abutments.
Her parents called it The Home - which of course it was, for Grandpa.
Granddad himself called it "This PLACE" as if it was the whole world - which of course it was, for Grandpa.
( more story )
memory lane - a quick guide.
Jan. 15th, 2009 03:59 pmMemory Lane is a loose environment in which several stories and/or fragments have ended up being set, either by design or by implication or simply accident.
( notes )
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Memory Lane
Jan. 3rd, 2009 07:48 amThis story (the prequel to Babylon Dutch, for those who have read it and a newer version than than that seen by two people here on lj) has its tongue firmly in its cheek...
( here it be )
Part five: into light…
I dreamt I was remembering.
I was in a room, some sort of office, there was a table and there were bright lights but they flickered and nobody seemed to like them, the people in the room kept their eyes averted from the light or put their hands up against it. The hands – I could see them clearly, fine boned and slim.
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вавилонский голландец pt 4
Dec. 21st, 2008 06:08 amPart Four: Through Darkness...
Mariana pauses for a moment after slamming the hard metal door behind her to lean against it. Her jaw clicks as she counts. “Yes?” asks the captain.
She looks up, a feral flash in the eyes and then she pushes herself out from the door again and she’s firm on her feet. “Time’s not laughing,” she says. And though she doesn’t want it to, one of her hands jerks up and flicks at the unkempt fringe of her hair.
“But you know who you are?” The captain, Falk, sounds like a doctor, the same neutral concern and she meets this with a jut of the chin. “On the inside,” she says, and her eyes are watchful now, “yes.”
( into the dark )
вавилонский голландец pt 3
Dec. 12th, 2008 01:05 am(This is a strange chapter - hope it makes sense! i've drafted it several times - but might come back and change it again - i need to see it up on lj to decide...)
Part Three: Time laughs .
I was surrounded by books they circled around me spinning in a vortex of their own devising, a tornado summoned up for them to ride. “Stop!” I yelled my frantic hands were tiring – and there was an image in my mind now of a dark creature pecking at me as I tried to defend myself. “No more!” I yelled. “I’ve had enough of –“
And if books were birds they’d fly away. I watched them, so many colours, grow wings, chirruping with tropical splendour they were flying about - they were displaying themselves, I realised, they were SHOWING OFF.
“STOP!” I yelled.
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Part Three: Time laughs .
I was surrounded by books they circled around me spinning in a vortex of their own devising, a tornado summoned up for them to ride. “Stop!” I yelled my frantic hands were tiring – and there was an image in my mind now of a dark creature pecking at me as I tried to defend myself. “No more!” I yelled. “I’ve had enough of –“
And if books were birds they’d fly away. I watched them, so many colours, grow wings, chirruping with tropical splendour they were flying about - they were displaying themselves, I realised, they were SHOWING OFF.
“STOP!” I yelled.
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вавилонский голландец Pt. 2
Dec. 8th, 2008 01:50 pmPart two: An Awakening.
I woke up when the bell went – or, I mean, I think I heard a bell – come to that maybe I only think I woke up. I didn’t open my eyes straight away but just rested a bit, feeling my way into wherever I was. I had no idea where that might be. I knew I must have been asleep for a while – there were dreams still making me foggy but, weird I know, I felt good. There was a fresh breeze blowing in from somewhere and over me. I felt hungry I was starving actually it felt like. That got my eyes open more than anything.
( explore... )I woke up when the bell went – or, I mean, I think I heard a bell – come to that maybe I only think I woke up. I didn’t open my eyes straight away but just rested a bit, feeling my way into wherever I was. I had no idea where that might be. I knew I must have been asleep for a while – there were dreams still making me foggy but, weird I know, I felt good. There was a fresh breeze blowing in from somewhere and over me. I felt hungry I was starving actually it felt like. That got my eyes open more than anything.
вавилонский голландец Pt. 1
Nov. 30th, 2008 05:12 pmPart one: Lost At Sea
Some rooms seem to welcome you with open arms whilst others push you away;
"Private!" they yell. "No trespassing!"
Then there are the rooms that seem so cold and neutral that they look like a mask, daring you to peer behind the impersonal even as your belly tightens with cold anticipation at what you might find and you fight the urge to back away.
( enter the strange... )
вавилонский голландец
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(Это нет Seabird - не пока…)
( below deck... )
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(Это нет Seabird - не пока…)
( below deck... )
