The Beard of intrigueHis beard was fascinating.It was a loom, woven with intricate detail and so long it would put any wizard to shame. Each pattern in the coarse mound of hair seemed to share a secret. Perhaps they were memories- I’d heard others collect memories in such ways- etchings on their bodies, collecting objects and even journal writing. Maybe this man was his own journal.The rest of him seemed positively ordinary. He rested in his chair in a blue business suit- albeit a little outdated for fashion, but suited the character I had begun to form in my head for him. His sorrowful eyes narrowed on a frustrated brow of greying features, illuminating a sense of tiredness. Perhaps the beard in all its might was weighting down. His skin was as rough as sandpaper, blotches and scars etching his hands and face with no revelation to the puzzle of his beard.I wanted to move closer, debating whether it was rude to ask. The very notion excited me as I built up theories as to why his beard had the
Shopping and Wizards.A thousand bagsshuffle down the high street between clasped hands, scrunched with new purchase. They’re buggy-dodging the determined mothers, leftward stepping the rushed businessmen-- a pinballmachine shopping centre.A green-robed man, tall with wand and hoodmust be a wizard. He’s happilyprocuring sushi and sparkling waterwhilst his companion; short with her piercings and jeans treats himas if he wore the same.Down the high street, two track-suited parentszoom past on their children’s scooters—half-smoked fags between fingers yellhow fucking amazing this is.and aspotted teen raps his love for Jesus on a muffledmicrophone. He raps for the Father,He raps for the Son and Holy Spirit. He raps for peace, for hope, for you.In a corner, Brown eyes, hefty tears,a snot-ridden face--four years old. A train runs through the mall toot-tootingas grumpy shoppers move out of the way.A
Napo 8- SusanWhy did you lock her out of heavenand throw the keyinto the lions land?A beautiful girl enjoyingyouths ignorance;a new fantasy to live. She'd stopped believing, butfaith stays in a heart longerthan a head. "She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she'll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age"
Napo 7- Teen of the 90'sI wanted to be Posh Spice because myhair was brown bobbed and she dated DavidBeckham; I wanted to marry him. Ihad no internet and recorded songson the radio to tape, daring topause and knock out the DJ’s droll. I sangto S Club and thought I was the coolestin my smiley faced top and my yingyangfriendship necklaces. You had to know theMacarena not just for weddings butschool discos too and then every steps routineto fit in. Slow dances with boys made mewish again that they were David Beckhamand not greasy teens with bad curtains forhair. They pressed themselves against you beforetravelling to the next girl in leopardprint skirt. Viva forever was merelya fantasy ; one I’d dream the whole ofthe nineties, hoping my teenage self couldfind her inner strength, her true girl power.
Napo 6- IreneShe left you a letteroutwitting at last the greatest.A photograph, filched;a King’s humiliation.In your eyes sheholds the highest.
When Life Gives You Pink Lemons[The episode begins with Timmy returning home from work. He walks through the front door.]TIMMY: I’m home! SALLY: Timmy! Thank goodness you’re here! [She grabs his hand and sits him down at the dining room table.]TIMMY: So, how’s spring break going?SALLY: Robert and Linda are driving me crazy! TIMMY: How?SALLY: I can’t get anything done around here. I can’t watch my favorite TV shows or listen to my favorite songs. And just yesterday, I caught Robert reading in his room. TIMMY: And?SALLY: Who reads during spring break?TIMMY: It’s only two weeks, Sally. They’ll be back in school before you know it. SALLY: I know. And don’t get me wrong: I love them. But every once in a while, they just get to be a bit too burdensome.[Timmy pokes his head out of the dining room door and looks into the living room, where Robert and Linda are quietly watching a nature program.]TV ANNOUNCER: The mother penguin feeds her young vi
Something Eerie First RevisionWe open up to a narration of Cedrick, our narrator. Black screen. “I never thought that there was a place for me in this world.” - “Always felt like I'm some kind of alien, sent to Earth on a spaceship or something.” - “I've always been a loner, since before I can remember.” - Cut to Cedrick, in a wheelchair, at the hospital. His mother is carting him to the front desk to be checked out. Cedrick doesn't look too good. Bags under his eyes, dreary look. “Now you're going to be alright if we let you go today, right Cedrick?” Asks one of the nurses. “No more of this overdosin' funny business, ya hear?” - “Yea I hear you nurse Johnson, no I'm feeling better now, thank you.” - “You better be, those pills that you took cost me a lot of money!!” retorts Jane, his mother. “So no more stunts like that, ya hear? Your father needs those medications to do his work!” “Alright.” Responds Cedric
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