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  • #4424
    TracyTracy
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      Roberto, silhouetted in the frame of back door, smiled smugly as he fingered the skeleton key in his pocket. He was glad he’d brought a few artefacts back from the doline.

      He sauntered up to the trunk, whistling a tune about his mother, and tapped on the lid.

      “I ‘ave a key that opens everrrrything, including trrrrunks,” he whispered.

      “Who are you, please sir, I have a doubt,” the muffled voice inside the trunk replied.

      “I’m not surprised,” Roberto replied, somewhat cryptically.

      “Please, I need the lavatory only, very quickly need it,” Anna tried another approach.

      But Roberto had wandered into the kitchen to confer with Finnley and didn’t hear her.

      #4420
      F LoveF Love
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        As soon as the words had left her mouth, Lottie regretted them. She looked at Albie’s shocked, crestfallen face and knew she had been too harsh. Maybe she wasn’t cut out to be a writing mentor. It was a constant battle for her: should she be brutally honest and possibly save them years of misdirected effort or should she foster their creative spirit at all costs, even if it meant being dishonest? She sighed and tried to backtrack.

        “Look, Albie, there is some good stuff in here but it needs work … “

        “It’s okay,” Albie broke in quickly. “It’s fine. I knew I was no good … it’s fine. Thanks.” He gave an embarrassed laugh. “Mum has been on at me to do something since I lost my job so i thought … well, I thought I’d give writing a shot. Better stick to walking the dog, eh!”

        “Yes, you and Alex are a right pair, walking off the job like that.” Lottie shook her head, causing the thick reading glasses to slip down her long beaky nose. Lottie always wore black and she reminded Albie of a crow. He liked her though, which is why he had asked her to read his play.

        “Anyway what’s done is done.” Lottie continued. And then she hesitated for a moment, pushing the glasses back up her nose and looking down at the manuscript on the table in front of her as though weighing her words carefully before continuing. “Look, Albie, one thing I did notice in your writing was that there was a recurring theme. Perhaps your subconscious trying to tell you something. It often works like that.

        “The Doline thing?”

        “Yes,” said Lottie. “Something to think about anyway.”

        #4403
        F LoveF Love
        Participant

          random plot generator

          A BOOK SHOP – IT IS THE AFTERNOON AFTER ALBIE HIT HIS MOTHER WITH A FEATHER.

          Newly unemployed ALBIE is arguing with his friend JENNY RAMSBOTTOM. ALBIE tries to hug JENNY but she shakes him off angrily.

          ALBIE
          Please Jenny, don’t leave me.

          JENNY
          I’m sorry Albie, but I’m looking for somebody a bit more brave. Somebody who faces his fears head on, instead of running away. You hit your mother with a feather! You could have just talked to her!

          ALBIE
          I am such a person!

          JENNY
          I’m sorry, Albie. I just don’t feel excited by this relationship anymore.

          JENNY leaves and ALBIE sits down, looking defeated.

          Moments later, gentle sweet shop owner MR MATT HUMBLE barges in looking flustered.

          ALBIE
          Goodness, Matt! Is everything okay?

          MATT
          I’m afraid not.

          ALBIE
          What is it? Don’t keep me in suspense…

          MATT
          It’s … a hooligan … I saw an evil hooligan frighten a bunch of elderly ladies!

          ALBIE
          Defenseless elderly ladies?

          MATT
          Yes, defenseless elderly ladies!

          ALBIE
          Bloomin’ heck, Matt! We’ve got to do something.

          MATT
          I agree, but I wouldn’t know where to start.

          ALBIE
          You can start by telling me where this happened.

          MATT
          I was…
          MATT fans himself and begins to wheeze.

          ALBIE
          Focus Matt, focus! Where did it happen?

          MATT
          The Library! That’s right – the Library!

          ALBIE springs up and begins to run.

          EXT. A ROADCONTINUOUS

          ALBIE rushes along the street, followed by MATT. They take a short cut through some back gardens, jumping fences along the way.

          INT. A LIBRARYSHORTLY AFTER

          ROGER BLUNDER a forgetful hooligan terrorises two elderly ladies.

          ALBIE, closely followed by MATT, rushes towards ROGER, but suddenly stops in his tracks.

          MATT
          What is is? What’s the matter?

          ALBIE
          That’s not just any old hooligan, that’s Roger Blunder!

          MATT
          Who’s Roger Blunder?

          ALBIE
          Who’s Roger Blunder? Who’s Roger Blunder? Only the most forgetful hooligan in the universe!

          MATT
          Blinkin’ knickers, Albie! We’re going to need some help if we’re going to stop the most forgetful hooligan in the universe!

          ALBIE
          You can say that again.

          MATT
          Blinkin’ knickers, Albie! We’re going to need some help if we’re going to stop the most forgetful hooligan in the universe!

          ALBIE
          I’m going to need candlesticks, lots of candlesticks.

          Roger turns and sees Albie and Matt. He grins an evil grin.

          ROGER
          Albie Jones, we meet again!

          MATT
          You’ve met?

          ALBIE
          Yes. It was a long, long time ago…

          EXT. A PARKBACK IN TIME

          A young ALBIE is sitting in a park listening to some trance music, when suddenly a dark shadow casts over him.

          He looks up and sees ROGER. He takes off his headphones.

          ROGER
          Would you like some wine gums?

          ALBIE’s eyes light up, but then he studies ROGER more closely, and looks uneasy.

          ALBIE
          I don’t know, you look kind of forgetful.

          ROGER
          Me? No. I’m not forgetful. I’m the least forgetful hooligan in the world.

          ALBIE
          Wait, you’re a hooligan?

          ALBIE runs away, screaming.

          INT. A LIBRARYPRESENT DAY

          ROGER
          You were a coward then, and you are a coward now.

          MATT
          (To ALBIE) You ran away?
          ALBIE
          (To MATT) I was a young child. What was I supposed to do?
          ALBIE turns to ROGER.

          ALBIE
          I may have run away from you then, but I won’t run away this time!
          ALBIE runs away.

          He turns back and shouts.

          ALBIE
          I mean, I am running away, but I’ll be back – with candlesticks.

          ROGER
          I’m not scared of you.

          ALBIE
          You should be.

          INT. A SWEET SHOPLATER THAT DAY

          ALBIE and MATT walk around searching for something.

          ALBIE
          I feel sure I left my candlesticks somewhere around here.

          MATT
          Are you sure? It does seem like an odd place to keep deadly candlesticks.

          ALBIE
          You know nothing Matt Humble.

          MATT
          We’ve been searching for ages. I really don’t think they’re here.

          Suddenly, ROGER appears, holding a pair of candlesticks.

          ROGER
          Looking for something?

          MATT
          Crikey, Albie, he’s got your candlesticks.

          ALBIE
          Tell me something I don’t already know!

          MATT
          The earth’s circumference at the equator is about 40,075 km.

          ALBIE
          I know that already!

          MATT
          I’m afraid of dust.

          ROGER
          (appalled) Dude!

          While ROGER is looking at MATT with disgust, ALBIE lunges forward and grabs his deadly candlesticks. He wields them, triumphantly.

          ALBIE
          Prepare to die, you forgetful aubergine!

          ROGER
          No please! All I did was frighten a bunch of elderly ladies!

          JENNY enters, unseen by any of the others.

          ALBIE
          I cannot tolerate that kind of behaviour! Those elderly ladies were defenceless! Well now they have a defender – and that’s me! Albie Jones defender of innocent elderly ladies.

          ROGER
          Don’t hurt me! Please!

          ALBIE
          Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t use these candlesticks on you right away!

          ROGER
          Because Albie, I am your father.

          ALBIE looks stunned for a few moments, but then collects himself.

          ALBIE
          No you’re not!

          ROGER
          Ah well, it had to be worth a try.

          ROGER tries to grab the candlesticks but ALBIE dodges out of the way.

          ALBIE
          Who’s the daddy now? Huh? Huh?

          Unexpectedly, ROGER slumps to the ground.

          MATT
          Did he just faint?

          ALBIE
          I think so. Well that’s disappointing. I was rather hoping for a more dramatic conclusion, involving my deadly candlesticks.

          ALBIE crouches over ROGER’s body.

          MATT
          Be careful, Albie. It could be a trick.

          ALBIE
          No, it’s not a trick. It appears that… It would seem… Roger Blunder is dead!

          ALBIE
          What?

          ALBIE
          Yes, it appears that I scared him to death.

          MATT claps his hands.

          MATT
          So your candlesticks did save the day, after all.

          JENNY steps forward.

          JENNY
          Is it true? Did you kill the forgetful hooligan?

          ALBIE
          Jenny how long have you been…?

          JENNY puts her arm around ALBIE.

          JENNY
          Long enough.

          ALBIE
          Then you saw it for yourself. I killed Roger Blunder.

          JENNY
          Then the elderly ladies are safe?

          ALBIE
          It does seem that way!

          A crowd of vulnerable elderly ladies enter, looking relived.

          JENNY
          You are their hero.

          The elderly ladies bow to ALBIE.

          ALBIE
          There is no need to bow to me. I seek no worship. The knowledge that Roger Blunder will never frighten elderly ladies ever again, is enough for me.

          JENNY
          You are humble as well as brave! And I think that makes up for hitting your mother with a feather. It does in my opinion!

          One of the elderly ladies passes ALBIE a healing ring

          JENNY
          I think they want you to have it, as a symbol of their gratitude.

          ALBIE
          I couldn’t possibly.
          Pause.

          ALBIE
          Well, if you insist. It could come in handy when I go to the Doline tomorrow. With my friend Matt. It is dangerous and only for brave people and a healing ring could come in handy.

          ALBIE takes the ring.

          ALBIE
          Thank you.
          The elderly ladies bow their heads once more, and leave.

          ALBIE turns to JENNY.

          ALBIE
          Does this mean you want me back?

          JENNY
          Oh, Albie, of course I want you back!
          ALBIE smiles for a few seconds, but then looks defiant.

          ALBIE
          Well you can’t have me.

          JENNY
          WHAT?

          ALBIE
          You had no faith in me. You had to see my scare a hooligan to death before you would believe in me. I don’t want a lover like that. And I am going to the Doline and I may not be back!

          JENNY
          But…

          ALBIE
          Please leave. I want to spend time with the one person who stayed with me through thick and thin – my best friend, Matt.

          MATT grins.

          JENNY
          But…

          MATT
          You heard the gentleman. Now be off with you. Skidaddle! Shoo!

          JENNY
          Albie?

          ALBIE
          I’m sorry Jenny, but I think you should skidaddle.
          JENNY leaves.

          MATT turns to ALBIE.

          MATT
          Did you mean that? You know … that I’m your best friend?

          ALBIE
          Of course you are!
          The two walk off arm in arm.

          Suddenly MATT stops.

          MATT
          When I said I’m afraid of dust, you know I was just trying to distract the hooligan don’t you?

          #4402
          F LoveF Love
          Participant

            (With thanks to random story generator for this comment)

            Albie looked at the soft feather in his hands and felt happy.

            He walked over to the window and reflected on his silent surroundings. He had always loved haunting the village near the doline with its few, but faithful inhabitants. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happiness.

            Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ma. He felt his mood drop. Ma was ambitious and a mean-spirited bossy boots.

            Albie gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an impulsive, kind-hearted, beer drinker. His friends saw him as an amusing foolish clown. But he was kind-hearted and once, he had even brought a brave baby bird back from the brink of death.

            But not even an impulsive person who had once brought a brave baby bird back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Ma had in store today.

            The inclement brooding silence teased like a sitting praying mantis, making Albie anticipate the worst.

            As Albie stepped outside and Ma came closer, he could see the mean glint in her eye.

            Ma glared with all the wrath of 9 thoughtless hurt hippo. She said, in hushed tones, “I disown you and I want you to leave.”

            Albie looked back, even more nervous and still fingering the soft feather. “Ma, please don’t boss me. I am going to the doline,” he replied.

            They looked at each other with conflicted feelings, like two deep donkeys chatting at a very funny farewell.

            Suddenly, Ma lunged forward and tried to punch Albie in the face. Quickly, Albie grabbed the soft feather and brought it down on Ma’s skull.

            Ma’s skinny ear trembled and her short legs wobbled. She looked excited, her emotions raw like a rabblesnatching, rare rock.

            Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Ma was dead.

            Albie went back inside and had himself a cold beer.

            #4398
            EricEric
            Keymaster

              “Flat as a pancake!” she said with a doleful air and grandiose waves of her hands. “The world is flat as a pancake. Oh, sure it turns, about just as slow as needed so we won’t notice, little bugs that we are on that big flat pancake.”
              “Really? And the doline…”
              “At the center of it, obviously.” She paused mysteriously. “And if the legends are true, when the gates open, all the other stuff freely goes in and out.”
              “From where?” another student asked
              EVERYWHERE” she leaned her head forward, matted hair sticking to her temple, a feverish madness twinkling her eyes. “All the dimensions take a turn, turn, turn, turn.”

              #4395
              AvatarJib
              Participant

                Daisy the dung beetle’s daughter applauded when she finished her creation. She had completed a big mandibala of coloured sand, patiently extracted the previous years from dungs her uncle had brought back form the outside world. He had said some of it came from a faraway land where their ancestors had been worshiped by giants. Daisy had tried to imagined being worshiped, but her limited experience of life and of the world made her Goddess dream short lived.
                But what she liked most was that she could put all those pieces of faraway lands in her own composition. She looked at the result, satisfied. At a certain time, she knew a cone of light from outside the Doline would come directly warm her mandibala and her wish to see the outside world would be granted.

                #4390
                F LoveF Love
                Participant

                  “She found the entrance, you say?”

                  “I am afraid so. I am sorry indeed to say that this is the case.”

                  “How could she have found the way in? Where were the guards? And who is she who would dare to enter the Doline?”

                  “It’s been so long … I think the guards got lazy. And who can blame them … so many years they stood at their post and nobody even trying to find the way in. I think they got tired of waiting for something to happen. And as to who it is … all I have heard is she is a traveller and not anyone from the Village. A traveller from far off parts, I have heard.”

                  “Dearie me … always the way, isn’t it? Heads are going to roll of course and I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes. What’s going to happen now?”

                  “It’s very hard to get someone out once they have found the way in. That’s a well known truth.”

                  “It is indeed. Indeed it is.”

                  #4387
                  EricEric
                  Keymaster

                    The Doline was brimming with unseen life, glistening below the twinkling star-lighted sky overhead. Albino geckos were dancing on the walls of ancient stones, while the twirling bats were hunting near the flowing streams of pristine water. Cooing late birds were singing old stories, while the scurrying rodents shuffling the leaves coverage ventured outside, carefully out of the gaze of nocturnal birds of prey.

                    There was a traveler that day who had found the entrance long forgotten. The trees had parted to let her gain access. So it began.

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