It’s an idea for a play I’ve decided to pen down. It’s going to be a horror, and I want to hear your opinions. So let me know!
Mr and Mrs Lennon live happily in their beautiful mansion, a result for Mr Lennon’s success as a lawyer and Mrs Lennon’s small business as a florist. Little does Mrs Lennon know that her husband has been having an affair with their housemaid, Eleanor.
Eleanor has fallen madly in love with Mr Lennon, filled with hope that he will leave his wife and they will one day be together “and live happily ever after”, like he promised. But her increasingly possessive behaviour soon leads to him finishing with her. The problem is she can’t let go and pretend that nothing happened.
Mr Lennon realises something isn’t right. Eleanor is very cold towards him and things start happening around the house to which she denies having anything to do with her. Before he knows it, Mr Lennon is in a dangerous game of Cat and Mouse, and his wife is in the centre of the bloodshed.
The book started off straight to the point: a text message sent to Mallory saying, “I HAVE YOUR SISTER. DO EXACTLY AS I SAY OR I’LL KILL HER”. Straight away, I was in the book. I find when I read good books I become a part of the book. I’m no longer Claire Miller, a person, but I’m not a character either. I’m almost the atmosphere, which may sound strange, but it’s how it is. And the first line was the trigger – BAM! I’m in the shopping mall, I can see the text on the phone, and I can see the shock and terror in Mallory’s eyes. In fact, the first half of the book was brilliant. It was intense, dramatic, and empathetic. You could really feel Mallory’s fear and humiliation, and sickeningly I found myself empathising with the perpetrator as well. The story gave small yet blatant hints of what Mr Campbell went through in the past to which you can therefore comprehend how he justifies what he does. Of course, nothing can ever justify what he did.
But then something changed, and soon I found only curiosity was spurring me to continue reading. The spelling and grammar went from the occasional blip to substandard, and the storyline became obvious and typical. It’s so typical for the killer to be killed by a 13-year-old girl with a mutilated hand as opposed to a young ex-soldier-gone-security-guard. It rapidly became ridiculous, and therefore disappointing.
So I wouldn’t really recommend it, especially if you’re shocked easily or find graphical scenes unpalatable. Or if you’re easily irritated by poor English for that matter.
Anyway, I’m now onto another book: Misery by Stephen King. I’ve watched the film, but books are nearly always better.
No, I’ve managed to find myself a spot of delicious work experience to sink my teeth into in Southport! Yaaayyyyy!
Yes, I know people who know other people and this one person I know knows a guy who directs plays and he has said that in the summer I can accompany him, like an acquaintance. So I am vair vair vaaaiiiiiiirrrrrrr happy.
Why do I change language?
So yappies guysies! This is goin’ daowwn!
I might also talk to him about my musical, ‘How NOT To Be A Dumbass’ (HNTBAD for short). I’ve been writing it on and off for just less than a year, and apart from a real pain-in-the-arse song I need to write, I am very nearly done. It’s kinda lame and daft, but hopefully it’s good enough as a first play to be done. It would be a dream come true to actually direct it and perform it in front of people. Sigh…
So that’s that! I will keep you all up to date with anything else that happens. After all, what else am I doing with my life? Oh, yeah… A Levels. Gah!
That’s all for now, folks! I’ll tap again some other time! Keep smiling!
Je voudrais un croissant s’il vous plait – moi j’ai faim!
Gosh, been so busy this week! Been drowning in coursework and homework, and then there’s work and my voluntary work for Derian House. I’ve struggled to find any time to do any writing, but I will treat you to the first chapter of my novel ‘The Long Way Home’. It’s about a teenage boy who has to come to terms with the fact that he’s gay and find his place in life where he feels accepted for who he is, and can call home. I guess at times it can be considered a little soap opera, but…I’ll let you decide as you read more and more of it.
Otherwise, life hasn’t been filled with the most interesting of events. In my very little free time I’ve been slobbing around, buying punk rock jewellery on eBay because that’s how I seem to roll these days (I need to stop buying so much on there…). Oh, I’ve also been writing a lot of poetry, because again, that’s how I roll.
Anyway, without further ado, I’ll post Chapter One of ‘The Long Way Home’ for y’all. Hope you like it.
Canst thou knock and break my bones?
Maybe if not for a little hesitation,
Sprawled I’d be, atop black and white,
And thy driver will come and cry apologies
Or be cold and continue regardless.
But be it no matter, dear speeding car
For the pain you drive through my body
Would never compare to that through my soul.
It compresses upon my shoulders,
A pressure unwanted-
Ha, fool; a pressure wanted doth not exist.
Stupid statements may spell my end
For I will not face death today
Nor tomorrow. But one day, I pray
I will no longer feel this pain.
But no one mind must worry, for I
Will never let my bladed hand slip
And my throat will never suffer a slit
From me. Nor suffer lacking breath,
For a coward canst not deal that hand.
Or is a coward the one who can?
For they leave when the going gets tough
And I pity them, as much as I do their family,
For feeling so down as to want to
Move these last six feet low;
Several feet towards the Paradise (or Hell)
Which they now belong to
In peace my hopes do plead,
But who knows the consequences of actions?
By golly! Why so morbid?
A poem of death and pain fills the heart
And beats away good feelings that once embraced it.
Again my mouth is floating; I shalt hush now
And I shalt forget thee, fast car,
For thou art the fool, not I.