Still not EMO, despite drenching rain. All the EMOs are thrilled they’re not sparkling today (Ed almost smiled). Bring back the sun! * “Cheer up,” said Mum, “I’ve decided to have a wedding.” “But. . . you’re married.” “Don’t spoil it. It’s exactly what all those EMOs need.” ——————————————————– Wedding advice: Step 1: Elope. StepContinue reading “Daylight Day 5: Wedding Advice”
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Daylight Day 4: Science
“Ed, it’s the holidays. Don’t you feel a LITTLE happy?” “No,” he said. “Bell, would it be okay if I drank you – just a little?” “NO!” * “Exodermal Melanin Occlusion is spreading fast,” the news said. “Symptoms now include sparkling in sunshine, darkening hair, and whining.” * Ed tried to bite me, and IContinue reading “Daylight Day 4: Science”
Daylight Day 3: Apology
On the news: “The EMO subculture has now become a pandemic. EMO teens can be recognised by their depression, dark clothes, and bad poetry.” * I walked in the yard just as Mum set some weeds on fire. “Mum,” I said through the smoke, “Ed’s EMO.” “That’s nice dear.” * My name’s pretty bad, butContinue reading “Daylight Day 3: Apology”
Daylight Day 2: “Am I an EMO?” quiz
In Civic, Ed kissed me and sighed. “Oh, Bell. Cloudy days are so deep.” “Oh no!” I cried. “Ed, tell me you haven’t been bitten by an EMO!” * He didn’t laugh once at our preview of “Saw VI”. I yanked him into a rare patch of sun – and he sparkled. My boyfriend hadContinue reading “Daylight Day 2: “Am I an EMO?” quiz”
Daylight Day 1: FAQ
EMO used to stand for ‘emotional’ – the teen subgroup that’s only happy to be sad. Now it’s become a disease eerily similar to vampirism. My name’s Bell. I considered being EMO once, but then I saw a pretty butterfly and got over myself. Got bored and decided to save the world. This is theContinue reading “Daylight Day 1: FAQ”
New story, new blog theme
Do not adjust your screen. This is still the same blog – but a brand new shiny story begins tomorrow (“Daylight” runs from 2 October until 31 December 2009)! PS what do you think of my new, emo* picture? *Emos are sorta post-goth. They dress mainly in dark clothes, but often with brilliant redContinue reading “New story, new blog theme”
Worse Things Happen at Sea (whole story)
August 1. Sun. Pain. I cracked open my eyes and saw land. ‘Sol!’ I said. ‘CAPTAIN Sol,’ she said – and crumpled. ‘We’re saved,’ I said. ‘Right? SOL!’ * Sol awoke. She sat up, unsticking her tarred hair from the deck of our stolen boat. ‘We’re sinking.’ I leapt overboard and swam to saveContinue reading “Worse Things Happen at Sea (whole story)”
Companion to Day Sixty-One: THE END
Captain Sol has a new, more violent crew and a better ship. Ulandin is alive (since Sol can pretend to be stupid when she pleases), and Oldy has wandered off into the sunset (probably walking on water too – the show-off). A happy* ending! *Well. . . unless you’re the rest of the world.
Companion to Day Sixty: Final Picture
Sol screamed at me from the bridge. ‘A captain goes down with her ship!’ ‘It’s not your ship, remember?’ She paused. ‘Oh, FINE! Let’s go.’ We dived into cool water and blinked ash from our eyes. The kids lined the shore. Sol pointed at a better ship, and they went to fetch it. Sol andContinue reading “Companion to Day Sixty: Final Picture”
Companion to Day Fifty-Nine: Pirate Law
‘Um, sir?’ said Oldy, waking me, ‘should we go on deck now?’ Behind him a flaming wall bent inward then fell to bits, spraying fire. ‘Hi boys,’ said Sol; a glowing outline. ‘Thanks for trying to save my ship, but it’s over. And that lying Hin is gone.’ We dived to safety. Sol walkedContinue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Nine: Pirate Law”
Companion to Day Fifty-Eight: Fakts
Oldy healed my arm – or close enough. We poured oil into the hold, each cabin, and the galley. ‘This is it then,’ I said, and made a spark. We sat on the galley tables drinking rum and pouring it on the walls. ‘How long will it burn?’ I asked. Oldy shrugged: ‘She’ll come.’Continue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Eight: Fakts”
Companion to Day Fifty-Seven: Story so Far
This story is only sixty-one days long. So, including today and the final day, there are just five days left. Which makes this the last “Story so Far” entry. WORSE THINGS HAPPEN AT SEA 1 August. 8am Sun. Pain. I cracked open my eyes and saw land. ‘Sol!’ I said. ‘CAPTAIN Sol,’ she said –Continue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Seven: Story so Far”
Companion to Day Fifty-Six: Ship’s Cat?
Could this cat be a pirate cat? YES: She’s survived many a long fall, so clearly she’s more or less indestructable. YES: She kills large birds, so rats should be no problem. YES: She likes water. YES: . . . and sunshine. NO: The reason she survives so many falls is because she’s so uncoordinated.Continue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Six: Ship’s Cat?”
Companion to Day Fifty-Five: Daylight preview
I didn’t sleep or eat. The kids patrolled the streets, mockingly calling for me. ‘Come out, come out, Ulandin. Captain wants to see you.’ ————————————————————- Here’s a random post from the upcoming twittertale, “Daylight” (humour) beginning October 2. My name’s Bell. I considered being EMO once, but then I saw a pretty butterfly and gotContinue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Five: Daylight preview”
Companion to Day Fifty-Four: Females at Sea Part 2
‘Kid, what’s your name?’ I asked. ‘Hin.’ ‘Take a message. Tell Oldy to draw Sol away from here – somehow.’ Hin ran straight to Sol. I fled. ——————————————————————– The following story is PROBABLY not true. . . but it isn’t definitely NOT true (historians argue about it, so it must be at least slightly plausible). ThereContinue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Four: Females at Sea Part 2”
Companion to Day Fifty-Three: Females at Sea Part 1
Sol ordered a throne of gold, and we made it. ‘Bring me a slaver,’ she said. We brought one – and she stabbed him. Sol killed, and killed again. No one seemed to know why any more. Bile rose in my throat. Oldy remained at the ship, so I was alone. ——————————————————- Today’s female atContinue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Three: Females at Sea Part 1”
Companion to Day Fifty-Two: Pictures!
My illustrator has done more work for us! If you can rewind a bit in your head, please do so. Otherwise, scroll down a bit to Friday’s “Story so Far” companion and you can see them in context. The lovely Mel (aka The Illustrator) is found on deviant art under the handle veleven.
Companion to Day Fifty-One: Multiple Choice
All the guards went to save their homes. We anchored off-shore. The guards returned black-faced with ash and rage. ‘Tomorrow,’ said Sol. ———————————————————– What happens tomorrow? a) It’s Sol’s seventeenth birthday! b) Sol decides she’s has enough of this island and they sail away. c) Wacky hijinks ensue. d) Summer Glau shows up and FIGHTSContinue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-One: Multiple Choice”
Companion to Day Fifty: Free Story
The horizon was red with fire, and the air tasted bitter with smoke. Our kids came back from their missions grinning and scorched. —————————————– In honour of International Talk Like A Pirate Day, here’s a story for ye. . . It takes place a lot of years after “Worse Things Happen at Sea”, and isContinue reading “Companion to Day Fifty: Free Story”
Companion to Day Forty-Nine: Story so Far
1 August. 8am Sun. Pain. I cracked open my eyes and saw land. ‘Sol!’ I said. ‘CAPTAIN Sol,’ she said – and crumpled. ‘We’re saved,’ I said. ‘Right? SOL!’ 9am Sol awoke. She sat up, unsticking her tarred hair from the deck of our stolen boat. ‘We’re sinking.’ I leapt overboard and swamContinue reading “Companion to Day Forty-Nine: Story so Far”