Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Episode 9 - Chapter 100

 NOW....

So many plans were once set in motion
So many seeds were scattered around
Start with a place, the simplest notion
And wait for those germs to root in the ground.

A place full of stories, sadness and woe
A home for the tragic, the root of a song
Such fertile ground to help those seeds grow
Then let nature work, it wont take too long

Along came the child, after a while
A vessel to groom, a mind to shape
Stroking her dreams with cunning and guile
All to ensure she'd fit the landscape

Now all these seeds are reaching fruition
Branches so full of ripeness to choose
No one can say that bird lacked ambition

Touching the Warp with nothing to lose.

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Monday, 14 April 2014

Episode 9 - Chapter 99

 Robert's seizures finally shuddered to a halt. He brought the back of his hand to his mouth to wipe away any remaining drops of phlegm. “What...?” he began to say but I stopped him with a finger to his lips.

“Shhhh,” I told him, “Just sit quietly, get your breath back. There'll be time for questions later.”

“I'm not so sure there will be,” Raven said as that colourfully dressed midget approached his side. I was about to ask about this new arrival when I caught a meaningful glint in Raven's eye. His gaze flicked between me and, seemingly, the legs of Robert's chair. Looking down, I found a short arm protruding from beneath the seat, shortly followed by a diminutive shoulder and head.

“Oh, I say,” was all I could manage to say.

“That's enough,” Oak commanded from the far side of the room. Looking at him, I saw he'd managed to mend his branch, which he was once more waving threateningly at the room. Behind him, the wall began to shimmer like the surface of a puddle.


“No,” Raven told him, “No it's not. There is a war in the Weave, and this house may well be its' battleground.”

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Sunday, 13 April 2014

Episode 9 - Chapter 98

 Fiona, trapped by her own eyelid, fighting a darkness that feels like it's swallowing her whole. She can't move forward, nor wriggle back, with a burning that lives in her lungs but fills every atom of her whole body. She wants to give in, just let go and let the black take her, but a voice, distant yet solid and confident, keeps pulling at her. As much as she'd like to surrender, that voice wont let her, wont let her do anything in fact but search for it with her mind. And so she does, listening carefully, letting it grow until it fills her mind. Now she's caught between the voice that fills her head, the gloom that fills her body and the eye that traps her legs. She feels like she's being pulled in a thousand directions all at once until this world ends with a deafening pop!


Fiona opens her eyes, gasping with shock as she realises she's somehow returned to her body.

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Saturday, 12 April 2014

Episode 9 - Chapter 97

 Raven crouches by Fiona's body, speaking softly but with purpose and conviction. “You're doing well,” he tells her unconscious body, “Not far now. Just keep listening to my voice and follow it, it'll bring you back to us.”

When he hears Edward gasp his eyes fly round the room, grasping at every detail. He's not surprised to see Curly walk through the living room door, looking more than a little lost and confused, but his voice doesn't waver. “Wont be long now,” he continues, “Just a few more steps.”

Mary, meanwhile, kneels beside her son, his body racked with mini seizures as his mind returns to the Warp. “There, there,” she says, as gently as she can while she rubs his back, “You've come back to us, you're safe here. Just try to relax and breath.”


“Follow my voice,” Raven says evenly, “Everything will be fine, just follow my voice.” With his hand he gestures at Curly, summoning the midget to his side. He's more than aware that he's lost track of Oak, so he wants the little fellow close at hand should his colleague do anything inappropriate.

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Friday, 11 April 2014

Episode 9 - Chapter 96

 My wife tended to our son while Raven crouched by Fiona, talking to her recumbent body in a slow steady voice.

“I know you can hear me,” he said, “It's not far now. Keep listening to me, keep following my voice. Whatever else you can hear, that's not real. That's the Weave trying to keep a hold on you.”

Her head turned slightly, eyebrows raised above closed eyed, a low moan escaping her lips. It was the most human sound she'd made.

“Whatever you can see,” Raven continued, insistent, “That's not real. It's not really there, just a figment of the Weave trying to distract you.”

Fiona moaned again, her left arm moving, bringing the back of her hand to her brow.

“You're nearly there,” Raven told her, “Not far now. Keep following my voice.”


Even as he spoke, I found myself gasping with shock as a very short chap, a dwarf of some kind I think, wandered blithely into the living room.

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Thursday, 10 April 2014

Episode 9 - Chapter 95

 Robert was sat there, bent over double, his body seized by fits of coughing. I crouched beside him, rubbing his back, trying to get him to relax. “It's okay,” I muttered gently by his ear, “You're back now. Just take it easy while you recover.”

My husband was bending over Fiona. She was lying on her side, mouth open, her body convulsing with dry retches. Raven stepped over to join them, kneeling by Fiona's head.

“Can you hear me girl?” he asked her, reaching forward to raise her eyelids. He examined her pupils for a moment or two, frowned, the seemed to reach some sort of decision.


“You're nearly there, Fiona,” he said loudly, “Just listen to my voice. Can you hear me?” He paused to study her, waiting for a response. Her fingers twitched, which seemed to satisfy him. “That's it,” he continued, “Follow my voice, we'll have you back in the Warp in no time at all.”

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Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Episode 9 - Chapter 94

 Fiona fights the darkness that threatens to engulf her, struggling to retain her consciousness as her arms flail through the gloop before her. She stretches and strains to find any kind of purchase, anything to grab hold of and pull herself forward. Her legs kick behind her, her body twists left and right, all the while she feels thick, oozing jelly filling her lungs, suffocating her. Her throat retches, body convulsing with spasms, trying to push the mire out from within her. But it's no use, she's stuck, drowning as she tries to enter her own eye. The darkness washes through her once more, barely conscious at all, when a familiar voice in the distance suddenly ignites hope when it says “There, there, girl, try to take it easy.”

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