Monday 31 October 2011

The show must go on

Piece written for first assignment.


The show must go on
Matt sits there flicking the 60 watt bulbs surrounding the mirrors perimeter. Each one in turn blinks out then blinks back on when its neighbor is flicked. It is simple amusement for a troubled mind. 
     “Do you mind. That is annoying and they can break.” John glared at him from the next dressing table. “Anyhow it’s time you got ready.” 
     Matt sat there in just his checkered trousers. He picked up a red ball and perched it on his nose. He then proceeded to make faces in the mirror; mostly gruesome. “Matt will you grow up. You are nearly 19 for christ’s sake.” Matt frowned. “Whats got into you Matt? The only smile I see on you lately is the painted one.” 
     “Its not funny anymore dad. I am not funny anymore. The kids hate me; I hate the kids.” 
     “That’s not true son. I think…”
     “You love the endless key stone cops stuff and the fact that our family have always known the circus life. You don’t know how mundane this has become to me. How I dread each day putting on this charade. I can’t follow in your size 32s it’s too much.” Matt stands with his back to the mirror, perspiration running down his bare chest.
     “I am sorry son, I don’t know what to say.”
     In the prolonged silence a female dancer strides through the dressing tent. “Oh hello sexy,” she titters. Then disappears. 
     Matts face at first begins to frown and then transforms into a mile wide grin. He turns and grips his fathers shoulders. “Thats it. Thats it. I will become a male stripper.” 
     John’s face pales under his makeup. “Er, a what?”
     “It’s perfect. I can do an act with the clown suit to start with. I can keep the suit can’t I dad.” 
    “Now just a minute son. It’s bad enough that the circus is allowing outsiders in and adding Burlesque acts. No stripping, even management wont cross that line.”
     “I didn’t mean here dad. I would set up in one of the cities we breeze through.”
     John straightens and fixes his gaze. “You tried running away once before remember?”
     “That was diff......”
     “Ended up with that crazy bitch Andrea.” John’s voice is now trembling.
     “We were in love.”
      “LOVE! That so called love nearly killed you. This circus saved your life. You owe it.” John stands and pulls Matts red nose off and gesticulates at Matt with it. “If you don’t want this then do something else here.”
     “I don’t want any part of this place dad. This circus is invading my very soul. I don’t feel right. At least when I went before I felt myself.” 
     “I forbid you to leave Matt. You belong here.” John sits down and stares into the mirror. “I have buried one family member already.” 
     Matt glares at his father. “Leave mum out of this. I have made up my mind. I am going to sort some costumes out.” He strides out of the tent. 
     John’s makeup is now tear stained. He removes his red nose and sets it down carefully on the table with his sons. He hears the sounds of someone approaching, grimaces and hurries out of the tent. 
     Grunting and cursing a young woman enters the tent from the opposite side. She is dragging a large heavy wicker basket. She comes to a halt, turns and rests on the edge of the basket. Whilst catching her breath she surveys the area. She spots the one bulb not lit on the dressing mirror and walks over to it. She flicks it and it springs to life. The bulb next to it goes out. She flicks this and the same thing happens. She frowns at the bulb and goes back to the basket. She flips the lid and lifts the top costume out in a cloud of dust. It’s a fur coat with huge brass buttons. She inspects it. A bit tatty, she thinks, but with a bit of work it could become the lion tamers new outfit.  Apparently he got his last one shredded after the lion didn’t take to kindly to being used as a duvet when one drunken night the tamer got lost on the way to his bunk. 
     Matt enters from the opposite side of the tent with a determined look on his face. “Ah! That’s where the costume basket went. I need to.......” He grinds to a halt as the young woman turns to face him. He stares at her, slack jawed. 
     She stares back. “Well, there you are.”
     “Yes,” he manages to utter.
     “And here I am too,” she says.
     “Yes.” The tennis match continues.
     “So here we are, both of us .......together.”
     “Talking.”
     “Yes silly. Right here in this tent.” She grins at him.
     “What the hell are you doing here Andrea?”
     “I am the new wardrobe assistant. Isn’t it great.”
     “What. Why? You have a job.”
     “Oh I got bored with working in the fashion boutique. They never made use of my creative talents.“
     “It’s your creative talents that nearly got me killed. Why get a job here of all places?”
     “It was Jess who suggested it. Besides I missed you.” She strokes the material of the fur coat. 
     “You do everything Jess tells you, do you?”
     “No! I.....she’s my friend. My best friend.” She tosses the coat on the floor and turns to retrieve the next costume. It’s a silk jesters outfit. She looks back over her shoulder. “You look great Matt.”
     “What do you want Andrea?”
     “Want. I don’t want anything. That’s lovely what you have on. What is it?”
     “Its clown trousers.” He walks up to her and turns her to face him. “What do you want?”
     She places her hand on his bare chest. “I have always admired your sense of humor Matt.”
     “Andrea! I....” 
     The female dancer from earlier steps into the tent and stops. “Oh sorry! I will pop back later.” She leaves.
     Andrea stares up at Matt. “What is that all about?”
     “What?” 
     “That girl. Are you dating her?”
     “Are you still popping those pills Andrea?”
     “Oh no, not at all. I am all healthy now. I am going to the gym a lot. Although those machines make my back ache and I fell asleep in the jacuzzi the other day. When I woke up I had an incredible headache and now I keep hearing whooshing sounds in my head all the time.”
     “Andrea! I know you. You want something.”
     She stares into Matts eyes. “I want another shot at it.”
     “At what?”
     “At you. I want to make things better between us.”
     “Oh no. Oh no. This is not happening. I can’t handle this right now.” Matt grasps Andrea and shoves her to one side, stumbles forward, grips the edge of the basket and stares into its depths. 
     Andrea circles Matt and flips the basket lid shut. This puts Matt off balance as he retracts his hands quickly and she pushes him onto the lid. She advances on him. “I know I am a mess up. I was reading in this magazine the other day that by the time you’re five you have developed the major patterns for the rest of your life. I mean whether you are going to be happy or ..... a fireman, a lesbian, whatever. It’s not fair I know.” She climbs on top of him and places the jesters costume across his chest. “I will change. There is something about this place that welcomes me and that means we will be good together.” 
     The female dancer reappears in the tent. “Sorry I need to use the dressing mirror. Don’t mind me.” She crosses to the nearest mirror and sits.
     Matt pushes Andrea off and stands. “Andrea just stay away. I don’t know what to think right now. Please just....” He runs out of the tent. 
     Andrea glares at the dancer, throws the costume at her feet and follows him. “Wait Matt. I love you.”
     The dancer sighs. Turns to do her makeup and notices the unlit bulb. She touches it. It comes to life and all the surrounding bulbs seem to brighten. 
     In walks John and spots her. “Gloria, have you seen Matt?” 
     “He’s just left with Andrea.”
     “Oh for christ’s sake.” He slumps down in the chair next to her.
     “He wants to leave the circus Gloria.”
     She turns to him. “You know he can’t do that John.”
     “I know, I know. It’s just he’s unhappy. Perhaps I should let him go.”
     “Sarah left. Look what happened to her. The circus owns us John. It gave him a chance before and brought him back to us. If he leaves it wont give him a second chance.”
     “You mean it used that bitch to bring him back. It looks like it’s using her again to make him stay.”
     “It’s for the best John.”
     “No it’s not. Not for Matt. I need to find a way to break the cycle. Perhaps if I leave that will do it?”
     “You can’t win John.” She stands and lays a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Listen to me and leave things well alone.” She leaves the tent.
     He grasps the red noses, curses and throws them. He catches his tired reflection in the mirror. One by one the lights around the mirror go out. He disappears in the darkness. 

Tuesday 11 October 2011

A363 online exercise 1


Online exercise 1

Matt sits there flicking the 60 watt bulbs surrounding the mirrors perimeter. Each one in turn would blink out then blink back on when its neighbor was flicked. It was simple amusement for a troubled mind. 

     “Do you mind. That is annoying and they can break.” His father glared at him from the next dressing table. “Anyhow it’s time you got ready.” 
     Matt had only managed to don his checkered trousers. He picked up a red ball and perched it on his nose. He then proceeded to make faces in the mirror; mostly gruesome. “Matt will you grow up. You are 24 for christ’s sake.” Matt frowned. “Whats got into you Matt? The only smile I see on you lately is the painted one.” 
     “Its not funny anymore dad. I am not funny anymore. The kids hate me; I hate the kids.” 
     “That’s not true son. I think…”
     “You love the endless key stone cops stuff and the fact that our family has always known the circus life. You don’t know how mundane this has become to me. How I dread each day putting on this charade. I can’t follow in your size 32s it’s too much.” Matt stands with his back to the mirror, perspiration running down his bare chest.
 “I am sorry son I don’t know what to say.”
     In the prolonged silence a female dancer strides through the dressing room. “Oh hello sexy,” she titters. Then disappears. 
     Matts face at first begins to frown and then transforms into a mile wide grin. He turns and grips his fathers shoulders. “Thats it. Thats it. I will become a male stripper.” 
     His father’s face pales under his makeup. “Er a what?”
     “It’s perfect. I can do an act with the clown suit to start with. I can keep the suit can’t I dad.” 
    “Erm sure.”
     “I can start with the local clubs.” Matt grabs his fathers arm and leads him off.
     “Where we going son?” 
     “To print some flyers to give out at this afternoons parade. This is ok with you isn’t it dad.”
     “Er as long as you are happy son. Although running away from the circus is a new one.” 

A363 Activity 2.10


Activity 2.10

Calm, interested…..
She’s got the volume up again on that stereo next door. It’s tunes vibrate through my thin walls and lull me on my comfy sofa. 

     It means that soon I must go tap on her door and politely ask if she minds turning the volume down a bit. Then I can watch her wiggle her cute ass to the stereo as she leaves the door ajar and complies with my request. 

     She then offers me a cup of coffee in payment for being so inconsiderate. I will of course accept the terms of the punishment and indulge in the comforts of her sofa. She will then proceed to intoxicate me with her charms and we will soon be making our own music. 

Irritated, distant…..
She’s got that bloody volume up again on that stereo next door. Its’s noise vibrates through my thin walls and disturbs my rest as i lay on my sofa. It means that soon I must go bang on her door and beg her to turn that racket down. She will then wobble her flesh on her journey to the stereo. As she turns it down with an evil grin on her face she will offer me a ‘coffee’ in penance for her sins. I will trudge wearily into the room and slouch down onto her well worn sofa and wait. Her dominant charms cannot be resisted and soon we will add to the noise of the day. 

     

Karma strikes

Hmmmmm my studying seems to have an obstacle to overcome lol

A363 Activity 2.6


Activity 2.6

“The price of a cuppa is ridiculous now a days.”
    Nathan looks up from his iphone as an elderly lady sits in the chair opposite him. She looks like she is wearing an outfit made from his mums awful flowered curtains and smells of roses.  “Missus you have a strawberry crusha with a cherry on the top.”

     “Yes young man very observant. I refused to pay £2 for tea when for only 25p more i can have this wonderful concoction.” 

     Nathan stares as he watches the old dear get comfortable and proceed to rummage through her hand bag. He glances round the cafe. All the other tables are empty. His iphone beeps at him and he returns to the endless stream of communication. 

     “Ah there it is.” She exclaims as a small leather journal is placed on the table. “Thats my ideas and memories place that is,” tapping the journals worn surface.  Nathan ignores her. “I suppose that’s your modern day version is it? 

     Nathan sighs. “Missus this is my iphone. I speaks with my mates and it keeps me happy.”

     “You don’t store ideas and memories on it then?” 

     “Well it can take pics and vids and access the internet and stuff. I don’t use it much for that kind of thing though, just chat and maybe games on the net.”

     “So what do you do young man if you get an idea for something and need to write it down somewhere.”

     “Well there’s probably an app for that. Although i don’t really get ideas, so no point.” 

     “Oh I get the most wonderful ideas. Too many to contain in the old noggin. So must have somewhere to write them down.” She picks up the journal and holds it out to Nathan. “Here have a look. I am sure you will find something to inspire you.” 

     “Look no offence missus. I am trying to have a conversation and was happy until you sat here.”

     She places the journal down in front of Nathan and fixes her eyes on his. “Why do you talk to your friends on that. Why are they not here in person to have a proper conversation like i am trying to have.” 

     “Missus I have Leukemia and my friends have a life. Are you happy now.”

     The old lady removed her fur hat exposing a matching bald head. “My journal details how i have survived 3 cancers.” 

     Nathan switched off his iphone. 

Sunday 2 October 2011

A363 Activity 1.5

Hi all
This is my attempt at this activity.

Activity 1.5
Invent your own characters and situation and write the first page of a story (up to 500 words) containing elements of style from one of the Mitchell narratives you have seen historical seafaring; futuristic interview; post-apocalyptic story or one of the genres you have not looked at epistolary; farce; thriller. Consider the ways in which you might be writing with or against the grain of a particular genre.
The forest was perfect at 6am. 
     The earth beneath his feet was cold and moist. 
     He inhaled the sweet fresh air revitilising his weary body. 
     The sunlight had only just started to peek through the trees and illuminated his naked trek amongst a stirring, living, breathing being called earth. 
     It had been a long time since he felt this good, this alive. He remembered the intoxicating fumes of city life in the high rises. He had felt trapped and slowly dying from within. A number in this infinite world. A non entity. A rat in a cage. A victim in a game show. A ......... “Alert, alert incoming message imminent!”
     “Wha.....What? Eh!”
     Dave opened his weary eyes. Blinked and focused on his surroundings. He was in his pod on the 233rd floor. Shit he thought it was just a dream. 
     “Alert, alert message waiting. Please accept!”
     Dave glances at the clock. “Its 3am for Christ’s sake!”
     “You have been fined 3 credits for blasphemy. Your debt is now 432 credits.”
     “Oh for f.....”
     “Alert, alert message still waiting. Please accept!”
     “Ok, ok I accept message.”
     “Good morning Mr Jones. I hope all is well with you!”
     “Eh no! Its 3am and I was in blissful sleep.”
     “Even at this hour the world keeps turning and credits keep earning Mr Jones!”
     “Hmmm not in my case.”
     “That brings me to the purpose of my call Mr Jones. You have been pre selected as a possible candidate to fill an exciting vacancy at Value-Corp. This is your interview to assess your compatibility.” 
     “An interview at 3am. I am still in bed, naked and horizontal.” 
     “Your attire and current position are of no importance and will not affect the outcome of the interview. So please do not feel you have a disadvantage over the possible other 20,326 applicants.” 
     “So why should I apply? I mean with so many after the same job and....my pod and food and water is all provided free by, Value-Corp. It just seems pointless.”
     “Mr Jones have you seen your credit status lately. Its not good. What you do not have is entertainment. To gain entertainment you need credits. Entertainment means friends and possible mating partners. With this role you will gain these much needed credits.”
     “Groan. What is this vacancy and what do you need to know? Please be quick so I can get back to sleep.”
     “That is very simple Mr Jones. Out of the 20,326 interviews taking place simultaneously, 19,489 have already been completed since we started conferring.” 
     “Just a number in an endless........”
     “Excuse me sir?”
     “Nothing carry on, just provide the information please.”
     “I am happy to report that this exciting opportunity is for official tea maker, can you make tea?”
     “What.....I....er.....no I cant make tea, machines make tea.”
     “That is correct sir. Our new CEO is of Japanese origin and wishes the personal touch. You would be making tea 3 times a day. Are you sure you could not learn this skill in the next 24hrs?”
     “No, I couldn’t! I don’t want to, now go away and let me sleep.”
     “Are you declining to continue sir?” 
     “I am not listening anymore, goodnight!”
     “Interview terminated at 3.06 am. 20,326 interviews concluded. 20,318 incompatible, 7 deaths and 1 incomplete. Will return to finish interview another time Mr Jones. Good day.”
     “Holy shit!”
     “You have been fined 5 credits for inappropriate language. Your debt.....”
             “Shit!”
                  “You have been fined......”
                         “Shit!”
                               “You have......”
                                    “Shit!”