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 Hello all,

Today, I will ramble. I shall do this because I have news but am entirely devoid of inspiration today, and so it transpires this entry will be haphazard and disjointed. To remedy this, I am bombarding you with even more pointless verbiage than normal. Now... Onwards!

So on Saturday I am attending a speech by HH The Dalai Lama. Now, this is a big deal. This is a world-class revolutionary, come to preach his message of peace and goodwill to a select (but mostly indifferent) few.  It sets my heart a flutter just thinking about it even while I sigh in exasperation at the uninspiring masses. Now, I am not a religious person, but I do consider myself spiritual at least. So I am very interested to hear his thoughts and his ways, especially regarding "The Material Plain"  However, it is not just him I am looking forward to seeing....

Because, a Mr Russell Brand will be in attendance! About this I am ecstatic. Yes, I adore his comedy, and yes I adore HIM, but much more than this I find him incredibly interesting when he digs a little deeper. For such a seemingly decadent man he is surprisingly giving, and his views on what it means to be human and part of this endless mundane cycle is unique to say the least. He is...an inspiration. 

So that is my weekend, punctuated with various dance rehearsals and an awful lot of pain due to said dance rehearsals. The thought of this amazing opportunity far overshadows all other miseries in my life right now (The Chief one being that I am being forced to study Of Mice And Men, which I hate due to its seeming depth but utterly awful dialogue and 2D characters)

Eight-Leggedly Yours,
The Literary Spider
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The world was drenched in gold that night
She wandered through it fever white
Her frame so thin, with raven eyes
Chained to the ground, her soul in flight

Through ice blue eyes and pitch red screams
She sprinted through pain and thick black dreams
With untamed hair and unbridled ire
Not sure if things are what they seem

She ran through the essence of all she feared
While nightmare horses plunged and reared
At one with desperate lunacy 
And endless flames that laughed and jeered

Eight-Leggedly Yours
The Literary Spider
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 Hello all, 

So I know my LAST post was about my CATS ships, but I still bear no qualms about now posting all my crossover ships, of which I have many. For this, I am assuming CATS characters are more human than cat, allowing them to be with humans. Just to make things easier.

Frank-N-Furter/Bombularina - You can just see it! He's in love with the theater, with dancing and decadence, and to him there is nothing more important than a good time. She is the living embodiment of one, with her flirting and dancing and free-spirit. However, she is one of the Gumbi trio, meaning she also has a caring, soft nature. She would show him how being with one person instead of many is a good thing, and soften him to an extent where he is no longer such a villain. He would show her the joys of the theater. A match made not in heaven, but in the Underworld I should think.

Harley Quinn/Macavity - Do I even need to explain? He's a twisted villain with little sense of drama, she is pure drama. They would feed off of each others evil and would go on to do much worse things, only this time with flair!

Emcee/Victoria/Rumpleteazer - Going by Emcee's "Two Ladies" philosophy. He lives in a Cabaret club, and his live revolves around it. Anyone he is with would have to be performer material. Rumpletezer not only has a playful, impish character he can identify with, but has lived in the circus for a long while. She has been a clown, acrobat, tightrope walker and a quick changer, She would be a favorite at the club, and would be not only Emcees partner but also fierce friend, as the two revel in stardom together. Victoria would be like the lead from Moulin Rouge, an innocent who adores the stage. She would perform with less frequency, but her beauty would make her a favorite, and so would her talent. She would show Emcee the wonders of quiet and softness, something he is not familiar with, and he would show her all the escapism of the Kit Kat Club. Rumpleteazer would look out for Victoria and protect her from the true extent of the madness at the club, and Victoria would teach her how to be a little more of a lady. They would be like sisters almost.

Rum-Tum Tugger/Luna Lovegood - When you think about it, they are actually quite similar. Both do not care what others think of them, yet strangely enough draw people in. He would show off to her, but her queer blunt manner would take him aback and he would be fascinated. She would at first treat him like a friend, opening up to him as she does others, and showing him the wonders of imagination and believing. With her he would be just as cocky, but tender and not arrogant. He would show her the balance between her quiet life-style and showmanship. She, being so talented, would turn out to be a great singer, and he would teach her. It would be a relationship that took a while, but would be worth it.

Mistofelees/________ - I can't cross fandom him, because I only see him with Jemima. I was thinking Joanna from Sweeney Todd, but it still doesn't feel right. Sorry Misto, I'm afraid you're staying in the Junkyard! :)



Eight-Leggedly Yours
The Literary Spider




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 Hello all

So I have even fewer regrets. I just watched all of Cats The Musical and realized I still know all the words. So, as a little self-indulgence, here are the ships I thought best throughout the film:

Jellylorum/Gus - This is very nearly canon, but she is a little younger. I just think they are adorable though! Him, haunted by the ghosts of a past he can barely remember and her, ready to pull him out of the darkness should he need it.

Jemima/Mistofelees - So, I know most see him with Victoria, but really? Just because they look good together. Mistofelees is not shy but he is quiet, a kind of understated gentlemen that not many acknowledge because of his mediocrity. I get the impression that until his magic, not many people care about him, as he is past kittenhood but not yet an adult tom. Jemima however is just as spiritual and soft-spoken as him, and if they were together they would be able to see the beauty in everything and be complete absorbed in the wonder and magic in everything.

Rumpleteazer/Rum-Tum Tugger - He's a rock god who just can't make up his mind, and she's a petty theif with a penchant for raising Cain. She would interest him with a life of danger, something he flirts with himself. He would show her the showmanship of being a lovable rouge. They would finally have someone to identify with, and their life would be full of adventure and scrapes...

Demeter/Skimbleshanks - Demeter has a past with Macavity. Now she is skittish and paranoid. Skimble would bring into her life the simple comfort and routine she craves. There would be no danger, just pure affection and light humor, allowing her to relax for the first time in a long time.

Mungojerry/Bomularina - Its simple. She's flirtatious and dangerous, teasing all those she comes into contact with, and although he's a villain, he's rather awkward and goofy. He would crush on her for a long time and would be too scared to say anything, and she would joke around and make him blush. But she alone would appreciate his irony and his thieving lifestyle, and would boost his confidence around others. He would teach her all the tricks of the trade, and show her how there is more than one way to have fun.

Victoria/Alonzo - I really do not know. I do however know that she is Mistofelees' best friend, and does not at all like Alonzo. I think perhaps, maybe Alonzo, because although he flirts his duties always come first, and he is very protective. She would draw his eye and they would fall slowly, and he would never look at any other cat after her.

So there you are, just my opinion of course.


Eight-Leggedly Yours
The Literary Spider

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 Hello all. 
 
I feel as though I have just feasted on glitter and washed it down with grease-paint. For, dear people, I have just finished my voyage through the most decadent musicals known to me, and it was glory. Pure darkly delicious joy, mixed with brash colors and bold statements, where lines are blurred and so are opinions . Its like a separate world, one that exists to parody and twist the rational daylight hours like carnival glass.

I started with Chicago, then I watched Moulan Rouge, then as an act of pure self indulgence I watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Lastly, I watched Caberet. There are so many parallels between Frank and Emcee. Both are impish characters that live entirely upon the stage, whether they are literally upon it or not. They are the dictators of their own little kingdom, masters of their dens of sins. They live to please, yet are utterly and selfishly absorbed within their universe of glitter, and their skewed morals allow them to do anything in the name of music and dancing. Love and lust, hate and death, all are twisted together in a web of ultimate theater, at which both sit at the heart, pulling threads to bring the object of their desire closer. All in the name of showmanship. Yes, these too make-up wearing marauders are all that is great and terrible about the world, and I adore them for it.

In Chicago, it is the same. Stardom is loved and revered so much that even tasting it or having it taken away can drive one to bloodlust. Corruption and sequinned beauty are worshiped above all else. As is in Moulan Rouge, nothing is as it appears, everyone is a character. And yet, with this facade in place, everyone is more real, more tangible, more themselves than ever before. It just just goes to show the epic power of the stage.

And now? No song, as I can't find a video that I am allowed to embed. No matter, I beg of you still to listen to the songs, as they are beyond divine!

Eight-Leggedly (and decadently) Yours
The Literary Spider

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 Just hit 1,500 words in three hours. Not bad.
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 Hello all,

I did a charity walk yesterday, which went beautifully. Eight and a Half miles of hills, fields and fearsome sun, but I wasn't beaten. I suffered a few casualties though. I was dressed as a "Clockwork Cowgirl" (Steampunk for the win!) and I broke a platform, which wasn't fun as I had to walk on it for three miles. Also, there were bees. I would happily walk around for free, but face bees, that is true sacrifice for the cause. I was badly sunburnt too, but I'm happy!

The money hasn't been counted yet, but I think we're nigh on 2000. That brings the total we have raised in memory of my Auntie (since she died two years ago :( ) to 27, 000 pounds. That is the most anyone in the charity has raised in memory of someone in that time, so we're very proud. It was a good day and a great cause and brilliant memories. I can't wait for next year!

And of course, the music x


Eight-Leggedly Yours,
The Literary Spider

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 Hello all,

So my darlings, I am very tired. I have been dancing even though I have been ill, and do not get off my medication until tomorrow, but I ammaking time to tell you all...
Happy Star Wars Day
May The Fourth Be With You!

and also to tell you all that tomorrow night there will be a Supermoon! Just in case you're not aware, a supermoon is a moon that appears much, much bigger than usual. They are supposed to be breathtaking. I advise you all to keep a sharp eye on the skies!

Last of all, I wanted to tell you I will soon be starting my epic Woodland Tea-Party plan.
 So if any of you any good ideas about what an amazing escapist tea-party in the woods would entail, please tell me. I would love to hear your suggestions! 

Eight-leggedly Yours
The Literary Spider


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 Hello all,

I apologize my hiatus, I had multiple dance shows to attend to. The first was the Bradford heat of Rock Challege, which, incidentally, we won! This was good, though  it does mean we have a tough time in the final ahead of us...but no matter, I am happy beyond belief about it!
The second was my own dance show. This went beautifully. It was utter bliss, and though I won't bore you with details, I won best contemporary AND best cheer, which is amazing. I won other awards too, but I do not wish to sound vain...

Now, onto the problem which prompted me to name this post as I did. I am currently locked in a battle with myself, trying to force myself to be the better person. So far, I am succeeding. However, I think what I think of as the better person, may be different to other peoples, so:

Being the BETTER person: Suffering in silence so as not to upset her. Because her not being nice is no excuse to hurt her feelings, and she may be doing it accidentally. It could just be me, being over sensitive.

Being the WORSE person: Telling her she's upset me and/or severing any  commitments I have to her. ((Doing her work for her, sitting with her, being in her band))

So, I am in great duress. I do not want to hurt her feelings, but why does she do it? I don't care if she carries on, I just wish to know why. There are times when I wish I could be that quiet kid who doesn't talk to people and is just left alone to get good grades and not be talked to.

/endrant. Here is a cool song, on me.


Eight-Leggedly Yours
The Literary Spider

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 Dear higher being of preference, Pottermore is fickle mistress. We wait months, and eventually convince ourselves that we hate all that is the website and that it will be awful when it is finally released, and then when it IS I gush like the pathetic fangirl I try not to be. Potterheads, I highly recommend it, but just for the record, I STILL can't wait for MyHogwarts in June! I got into Ravenclaw! I am exceedingly thrilled. If anyone wishes to duel me/add me, my name is CasteFeather21777. See you there, I suppose.

I should also tell you all that the newest short story is progressing more or less at ease, despite me having no idea where it is headed at the moment. I wish I could tell you learning Mandarin is going as smoothly, but I can't really because it isn't. I don't appear to have the knack, but I am persevering. Hopefully, I will get somewhere at SOME point in the near future...

Oh, and guys? You will never guess what I am doing in the summer. I  don't know whether to be terrified or ecstatic, but I am attending this bad boy:


Yes, I'm aware this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but everyone else attending (from the look of the promotion) are far beyond me in both skill and confidence, and I do not know how I am going to measure up. What if they try and make me sing solo? What if all of them are "those kids from the ballet school"? What if they expect me to be able to do ballet?(which I've never done ever in my life and don't plan to!)
To say the least I am frightened, but how bad can it be? Plus, it's only a week, and some of it (Like the end performance) could be so GOOD!

I'm in two minds....

Another thing I'm going to see this summer...


AMERICAN IDIOT LIVE! I'm on no uncertain terms for this, I am very excited indeed. I like Greenday, and I adore musicals, so I am going to have the time of my life! 

But enough about my summer, it seems so far away right now to be real.I suppose I shall have to trudge through the rest of the year first, no? What are your plans?

Eight-leggedly Yours
The Literary Spider

The Nerve

Apr. 15th, 2012 06:48 pm
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 The nerve! I was listening to Radio 4, and they were lamenting the lack of decent books for up to 12 year olds. As per usual, Twilight was being slandered, and they were blaming the current kids book drought upon it, because it was causing authors to write floods of supernatural romance for teens. This I can deal with, because I myself am tired of the many mary-sue's and their moping boyfriends. But then, something was said that I found most annoying. One author on the program said she was horrified that kids were reading Twilight and The Hunger Games at10 or 11 years because they were blatantly and disgustingly age-inappropriate.

I'm sorry, what?! You think it is bad that children of 11 are reading the Hunger Games. I'm sorry, but at 11 me and all my friends had read things like 1984, which has a very similar dystopian premise and decidedly more inappropriate-ness. yet no-one bats an eyelid at this because it's a classic. It's like how many people do not object to kids reading Lolita, because it is a classic. Lord of the flies is a classic, and that has some very "innapropriate" things also. I think the whole issue is full of double-standards, depending on the books place in history.

Also, to all of you bookish people. When talking about how the standards of teen fiction have fallen, please don't talk about Twilight and The  Hunger Games interchangeably. They are barely any similarities beside target audience, and one is considerably more well-written than the other. 
 
/endrant

And now, some music that you should treat your ears to



Eight-leggedly Yours
The Literary Spider
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This is intended for nine year olds
No regrets

Eight-leggedly Yours
The Literary Spider
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 Hello all.

Today, I am deviating slightly from the theme this blog usually has. Instead of bringing you something, uplifting, insightful and beautiful, I am giving you something dark, something ugly. Yet, I dare say this is just as insightful, just as involving. So, without further adoo....
 
May I present Mr Morgue. He is a philosopher and self-surgeon (odd combination I know) At a first glace he deals in shock horror, putting spinal needles through his face, swallowing eight-balls and the like. However, this is only one side of the unconventional gentlemen. Amid his stunts his you-tube channel features videos like "how to be happy" and "Satanic Prayer for the Christians" it seems that he is more interested in shaking things up, and showing people another side to things, than using gore and shock for their own sake.
 
 He runs his own website (Terrorsofman.com) which is an uncensored platform for people to post things too dark for the mainstream; it also contains debates about things like politics and religion, as well as informative pieces about things like lucid dreaming and its connection to sleep paralysis and sleep demons. Beneath the attention grabbing gore and anarchy there is an intelligent individual, bent on showing people how different isn't always dangerous, and how changes can be made. Like Marilyn Manson, Oscar Wilde and many other important thinkers before him, he has unique and revolutionary ideas that could mean a better and more free-thinking world, if only more people looked past the shock factor...



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 Hello all,

I attempted band practice earlier today, to a certain degree of success. Things were certainly practiced, but these things were mainly talking, procrastinating, and writing mock-up songs about certain fire elementals I care not to name due to their exceedingly bad manners. Likewise, things were also banned, namely the mention of afore mentioned elemental. Because of this (and the fact we wrote but a single verse) I'm not sure if it could be called a productive practice. However, it was fun, and by the end of it we had not the great burden that was our deep bitterness and shame regarding the fire elemental who we shall call flame...

But on a completely unrelated note! Much of today was spent mulling over the prospect of partaking in the Mori girl lifestyle. I mean, I have the dress sense, the tea-drinking and the love of vintage down, but it also requires one to be quiet and thoughtful, and being eternally polite and nice is also an intrinsic part. Now, polite I can do. Many a cutting remark or piece of witty satire works much better when said politely, as does the articulate insults no-one else understands. The thing is that niceness entails a lack of sarcasm, and speech devoid of any teasing patronizing or gentle but razor sharp irony. How will I survive..? 

No matter, I think it will be good for me. Whether my friends will think me strange for abandoning my brashness is irrelevant, the quest to become a nicer person is much more worthy a cause; anyone with me? I shall leave you with my current muse, a beautiful song I'm not sure I  could live without at the moment.


Eight-leggedly yours
The Literary Spider

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 You guys are artistic individuals right? Well, I've come across another sub-culture I think is worth mentioning, ideal for all the arm-chair whimsical folks and professional dreamers I know frequent this site.  So here we are, and I hope you find it worth your time..?

 In the hustle and the bustle of daily Japanese life, there is a style that has emerged to cater for those who enjoy slowing down, looking around and drinking in the everyday magic of our planet. With links to the Western Bohemian and Hippy styles, it has all the style and sophistication of England, mixed with the whimsy and wonder of all the Eastern styles. For those who love lolita, natural kei and dolly kei, I present to you.... Mori Kei.
 
This style involves multiple layers, ragged or fraying hems, beige's, whites, browns, greens and creams; boots, long socks, loose fitting dresses and wool. Mori means forest, so it is no surprise that the clothes originate from wishing to look like you've just escaped into a woodland utopia. Shops and brands that sell such clothes are: Favorite One, Wonder Rocket, Little Mori, Onepi-C, Freak Style, Franche Lippee and Pink House.
 
Yet this is not a fashion movement. For some, the visual aspect is the overwhelming factor, but for others Mori is a lifestyle. Mori girls are the quiet observers, the lovers of literature, the quirky, not-quite-there people that others look at with a kind of bemused fascinated envy. The ones who don't just hear but listen; the ones who don't just look but see. The write, they watch the sun rise each morning with a renewed sense of wonder, they sip tea, they rummage through grandma's attic. For these people, everything is filled with magic, indeed they are filled with magic, because they have realized the simple truth that the simplest of things can bring the most joy.
 
These are many rules to being a Mori Girl, and you can view all of them here, but these points are all required to be a Mori Girl. So... are you a little forest girl too?
 
 
Seemingly Natural type fashion style with little quirk
 Finds old items charming
Loves fairy tales
 A  collector
 Loves winter and autumn 
A girl with soft air about her

Eight-leggedly yours
The Literary Spider
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Hello all,

 Attended a showing of The Hunger Games film the other day, and I thought I would share my all-important opinion (Note: that was intended as irony) From Haymitch to Rue and back again it was a great show, so here are my two cents...
 
Haymitch and Katniss were cast perfectly. From the start you could see the fragmented, distant relationship between Prim, her mother and her sister, even if you hadn't read the books. The reaping reminded one of The Lottery, a short dystopian story that can be read here, complete with a dismal yet clinical atmosphere captured beautifully by Gary Ross. Even the slow evolution that was Effie's un-likability was portrayed brilliantly and with humor, without the seriousness and relevance of the story being lost.
 
Another artfully composed scene was the one in which *SPOILER ALERT* Rues tragic death occurred. So carefully done was this part that even the most dry-eyed haters (Both the tributes who thought the adaptation was sacrilege and the film buffs who said shaky camera angles and hallucination scenes were oh-so cliche) were moved to tears. The games themselves were awe-inspiring, and inspired total immersion, as well as highlighting at least several hundred ships that fan-girls will be drooling over until at least the next movie.
 
My only criticism was that of Gales casting. I thought he didn't match up to the books, and the his fractured, introverted, angry personality didn't exactly come through. I suppose though that is personal opinion, just as some wished for a Kristen Stewart Katniss or a Daniel Radcliffe Peeta. So in conclusion, this is a film for tributes and non-tributes alike, especially those who wish to talk with inflated self-importance of  "The relevance of a dystopian film in a doomed economy era"....

Eight-Leggedly Yours,



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This man is an absolute genius.
Eight-Leggedly Yours an' that.

My Favorite!

The Funniest!


The Cleverest!
 
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Hello All.

As you can no doubt tell from the title, I am too tired to blog today. I have masses of Homework even though the first week is barely cold in it's grave, and I am less that enthusiastic about it. So I shall just chuck out another bleary eyed section, then love you and leave you.
 

Carlton stood before the door of the Third Eye for a long time, contemplating what would await him inside. The he gave up guessing, and went inside anyway. To find the entire tavern in the middle of a brawl.

 

He was just quick enough to avoid the first fist that swung towards him, but he was unable to block the second. He was thrown off his feet as the breath whooshed out of him and he hit the wooden panelling of the wall with a thud. Grimacing, he spat blood and staggered to his feet. All around him, big, burly men were being thrown over tables and chairs, and there was the sickening sound of bones shattering. Carlton looked around, panicked, and aimed a wild punch when he felt someone closing in. He felt the victims nose collapse under the strain.

 

Behind the bar, two young barmaids were crying and hugging each other. Carlton made his way over and crouched next to them, ignoring their stricken faces. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked gruffly. The first maid, a woman with a pixie cut and too much eyeliner, nodded, but beside her the other girl shook her head. She rolled up what Carlton had taken to be a black sleeve, but under closer inspection was dark red and sticky with blood, to reveal a messy gash around three centimetres long, glittering with powdered glass. A tear dripped on to it and the girl hissed. Carlton tutted and tore a strip off his jacket, wrapping it around the cut. The girl cried again. ‘What’s your name?’ he asked softly. He had to lean in close to hear the reply ‘Sophie’

 

Eyeliner girl was whispering franticly. ‘I don’t know what happened. There was this man, a regular of ours, Jamie, and he was sat there drinking. Then this big guy, never seen him before, walked in and slammed a bag on the table. Whatever it was, he looked pretty angry about it, and he kept trying to give it to our Jamie. Jamie was terrified though, he wouldn’t take it, and then, totally out of the blue like, the man punched him in the face. Then, you know what people are like when they’ve had a bit much to drink, everything just went mental, and people just kept joining in. I nearly got a black eye, but poor Sophie here got a smashed bottle stuck in her arm. I got it out like, but it looks pretty nasty.’ She paused to take a breath, poor girl looked really torn up.

 

‘Are either of the men still here now?’ Carlton asked. The girls shrugged. In the chaos though, he could see it would be hard to tell. He cringed as a body flew over their heads and smashed into a conveniently placed mirror. Clutched in his hand was something black and white and, ironically, red all over. A newspaper.He quickly slipped away (after leaving more strips of his jacket and warding off wads of cash from an hysterical and grateful Sophie) to find what he had come for.

 

Climbing through the mirrors now empty frame, he found it was actually concealing a staircase. From the bloody trail smeared across them, he guessed the poor man had bumped his way down each painful step. Carlton picked his way down, avoiding the places that were slick with blood, and found himself in the wine cellar. Hundreds of casks of wine, still fermenting, were laid in neat rows that stretched far in front of him. There were huge barrels of ale piled haphazardly in the corners, and a few delicate champagne bottles were gathering dust in a glass-fronted cabinet. It looked quite impressive, Carlton decided, but the effect was quite ruined by the corpse laying face down in the middle of the floor, clutching a newspaper in one fist.

 

Carlton walked slowly towards the body, trying his hardest not to retch. The steps had obviously taken the last bit of life out the guy, and he felt a rush of sympathy towards him. Kneeling down beside what had once been the man, he prised the cold fingers away from the paper. It was horrible work, and he had to stop himself from thinking about what he was actually doing, but eventually he was holding his prize, the newspaper, in his own hand.

 

Opening it with trembling fingers, he found nothing out of the ordinary. There was a story about the newest politician to disgust the masses, and a progress report of the security measures of Asylum, the prison for differently sane. He sighed, and tore the paper in half. As he did so, an envelope, parchment, not paper, dropped out, and fell with a rustle, to the floor. He picked up the paper, but threw away the rustle, as it wasn’t needed. The envelope was unmarked, not addressed to him, but he tucked it into his now incredibly frayed, sleeveless coat, and got the hell out of there.

There we are. 

Eight-Leggedly Yours
The Literary Spider.


 

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 Hello All

So, I have been back at school. I can't say i'm happy about it, or that I'm even slightly enjoying it, but for the sake of the vague concept called the future, and my parents sanity, I am suffering it. We're studying the Gothic horror genre at present though, which is a welcome rest from the normal tedium.

As you've probably noticed, I'm feeling rather pessimistic, but I have had a good weekend at least...

...I went to Bingley Music Live!


It was amazing, and I'm not kidding. I managed to stand on top of the crowd a cluster of times, along with nearly being dragged into the biggest pit I've ever seen. Have you ever started a circle pit on a bouncy castle? Well, I have now, which was an experience in itself. The gig of the weekend though was most definitely  Feeder, although Skindred and Young Guns came close. Mainly what I couldn't get over was how FRIENDLY everyone was. It was a great end to an amazing holiday to say the least.

Here is by far my favorite song from the entire gig. This is when I hit the crowd. 




Eight-Leggedly Yours
The Literary Spider
 
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 Hello All.

After a hiatus, I have returned with a vengeance. In truth I only vanished because every time I wrote an entry, I pressed some unknown button on my keyboard (I'm a fast type) and my entire entry upped and left. But enough dwelling, I'm back, and with me I have brought the third part of Cults and Cogwheels, although it is much shorter and double-ey as awful.Good Luck.


IIn a long forgotten corner of Wales, three people met under the cover of darkness. They walked through back alleys and side streets, looking over their shoulders at various intervals, and then finally, they stopped. It was the tallest of the three that spoke first ‘We may not have much time’ he said. The others nodded sombrely, and a woman with an Irish lilt to her voice, chimed in quietly.

 

‘We know that Damika, what we don’t know is what to do about it. We all know the Bloodreds are dabbling with the shadow arts, expanding their repertoire, and every day we get closer to oblivion. They must be stopped. The best thing to do would be to murder someone big, someone on their hit list, and they’ll be there quicker than bees to a honey pot. Then we kill them.’

 

The first man, Damika, spoke again, his voice so cold it was icy ‘Once again Lily, I know times are bad, but we’re not desperate enough to kill someone on our side. You want to prevent The Burning Times as much as I do, but the fact of the matter is, we must consider war as an option. If we come out against The Bloodreds openly, it will be dangerous, but we will have surprise on our side, and we cannot afford to wait much longer’ He glared around, as if daring someone to contradict. A soft voice spoke up from a girl, no older than 13.

 

‘I know what we have to do Dami. Lily’s right, we have to kill someone important. I know who’ she whispered. Damika smiled at his pet name and glanced at his little sister, deciding to humor her ‘Go on then, who love?’

 

‘We have to kill Detective Carlton.’


There it is. I hope against all odds you like it, whoever you are. I shan't start blogging here, as I'm inclined to go on, so I'll see you very soon with an assortment of news. 


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