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  • #3541
    ÉricÉric
    Keymaster

      Funny thing was, none of this would be possible, if not for Liz’ impeccable release of new literary works. Despite her feigned struggles, she managed to release them like clockwork.
      Prolific line-pissing writers like King had nothing to envy to her. She would document and expound on nearly every bit of news passing. As a matter of fact, most of her morning rituals were to document the press review, and make clippings out of the most absurd or mundane events, and somehow, weave enthralling tales with it.

      The last past years had been the most flourishing ones, mostly focused on tales of social responsibility in magical gardens, civil disobedience in cetacean societies, and financial collapse of ayahuasca economy based Amazonian tribes.

      Well, to be honest, the magic had to be left to the Finnleys. It was nor the endless cleaning nor the unnerving bluster that had them resign. It was mostly that they were literary agents in cover aspiring to more than a life of cleaning. For what Elizabeth had as gift of prolixity, all the Finnleys were hired to put it all together, while sworn to secrecy.
      Of course, with each best-sellers, they had to find a new one most of the time.

      Despite the occasional ill-temper, all of it seemed now like a well-oiled machine.
      However, Godfrey was growing concerned about the last one of the Finnleys. Very concerned.

      #3540
      ÉricÉric
      Keymaster

        That Liz had started to become a few sandwiches short of a picnic when she’d hit her 57th birthday was an open secret.
        Her editor had to personally recruit frequent replacements for her dame de compagnie, whom, no matter how different they looked, she would invariably call ‘cleaning lady Finnley’, stuck with her remembrance of a certain period of her life.

        Godfrey often had wondered… were he to resign, and be replaced like so many Finnleys before this one, would she also call his replacement “Godfrey”? The though made him titter, as he put the kettle on the stove.
        At times he wanted to scream that he wasn’t her bloody man-servant, but her personal doctor had made a point to explain to him that Elizabeth’s frail grasp on reality would only be strengthened if everyone continued to play the charade of her life.

        Truth was, she really did seem to grow younger as the years passed, and as she was bossing around everyone with great enjoyment, Godfrey had often wondered if she wasn’t in cahoots with her physician to have everyone believe she was truly losing it.
        He had to admit, she was doing a terrific job at it.

        #3480

        “It’s a fine thing Godfrey, really I am at a loss for words. One day, that’s all, just one day off, and what happens? Everything’s been rearranged or written off completely, it’s utter chaos. You just can’t get the staff these days.”
        “You could have robots, like everyone else, Elizabeth.”
        “Pah! Robots! Don’t talk to me about robots, too bloody predictable.”

        #3455

        “I feel awfully responsible for the downfall of Karmalott, Godfrey,” Elizabeth said. “If I hadn’t mentioned aphids this disaster might never have happened to those poor people.”
        “Yes, a few wooly aphids does seem to have snowballed into a crisis, doesn’t it?” he replied with a lopsided grin.
        “It’s as if I transposed the crisis onto Karmalott to save my plants, somehow. As soon as I mentioned that the beanstalk had aphids, I haven’t had any aphids on my plants. Which is great, don’t get me wrong!” she added, “But I do feel a bit guilty.”
        “But no feelings of guilt about all that debris from the beanstalk flattening the walls of Gazalbion?”
        “Er, no. No, that feels fine.”

        #3447

        Sadie tucked her legs up under her body and snuggled down into the large armchair in the lounge. Her wet hair was twisted in a towel; her skin smelled like tropical coconuts from the body butter she had slathered on after her shower.

        Just because no one can see me doesn’t mean I have to turn into a bag lady, Sadie told herself sternly.

        She turned the television on and the wall became alive with one of her favourite home makeover programmes—a series on portable home design. With the light building materials nowadays, it was pretty common to transport the frame of a house in a backpack, just printing out the additional materials to construct it as required. Sadie set the screen to view only—sometimes it was fun to interact with the programmes, but right now she needed to think.

        Her own home, built early last century in an industrial area which had long since been converted to residential housing, was sparsely furnished, but tastefully accessorised with soft colours and rich textures to give it a homely feel.

        I love to touch and feel things, she thought, stroking the mossy green velvet arm of the chair.

        In a world of so much clutter, her peaceful apartment was a haven of tranquility. She enjoyed silence, or maybe it was just that outside noises could so rudely interrupt the conversations going on in her head. Her boyfriend, Owen, an architect, was currently working on a big development project on Mars and not due back for at least another few months. So, other than when she was on a job, she had spent a lot of time alone lately.

        She felt bad about scaring poor old Finnley, remembering her wide and terrified eyes darting around the room before she took off out the door.

        She has probably gone to see that strange Elizabeth lady she works for. I hope they don’t think she is losing it and fire her.

        And still no word from Linda Pol. Sadie was philosophical.

        Being invisible wasn’t so bad.

        Not now that she had got over the initial shock. In fact, the possibilities were starting to seem rather intriguing.

        #3439
        TracyTracy
        Participant

          “Finnley, you’re late again” admonished Elizabeth. “And you look tired”.
          “It’s complicated” Finnley said. “It’s my other job, it’s hard to explain.”
          “Well if you’re too old to hold down two jobs, Finnley, perhaps you should give one of them up.”
          “Are you firing me?” asked Finnley in astonishment.
          It was Elizabeth’s turn to be astonished. “Certainly not! That’s not what I meant at all!”

          #3012

          In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

          TracyTracy
          Participant

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            #2941

            “Godfrey, I can’t help but wonder if all this imagined mayhem in my house (Mari Fe’s house, not Ed’s although Ed did choose some of Mari Fe’s furniture, when they were lovers in the past, as you know of course you old peanut) caused the electricity blackout lasting several hours last night.” mused Elizabeth. “I feel sure there is a connection, especially as the ten dogs all appeared (or not, as the case may be) to be wearing invisibility cloaks in the dark.”

            #2861

            In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

            ÉricÉric
            Keymaster

              “Feels a bit empty now, doesn’t it? A bit of bloody hoarding wasn’t all that bad after all,” Elizabeth now mused amused, while her newly acquired pet lemur was massaging her cheeks with velvety paws.
              swat
              All had been oddly strange lately. She’d even felt in the mood for some sweeping,… not to mention managing to remind something to her editor.
              swat
              That was a first, as memory matters had usually been all shades of grey for her.
              swat SWAT!
              What next she would create, she wondered.

              The drowsy lemur voiced a shriek of panicked anguish when she abruptly left her armchair.
              “Oh, you bloody shush now, don’t get all bossy on me just because I forgot where I put my bloody satisfied-or-your-money-back coupon.”
              Malicious as it were, the lemur had been for a purpose, and was quite good at it. Fly swatting. She wasn’t getting a refund on the rascal, dead flies were piling around, almost blocking the door, and that was a sight she reveled in.

              #2859

              In reply to: scattered grasps

              F LoveF Love
              Participant

                “Uh Oh Godfrey, now we’re in trouble, there’s a typhoon in the random daily quote! We really must improve the weather before all hell breaks loose!”

                But Godfrey’s mind was on other matters and he wasn’t paying attention to Elizabeth.

                “GODFREY!!” she shouted “This is serious! Pay attention, do!”

                “I really must say, Liz,” Godfrey shuffled the papers he was reading into a neat pile, “That when it’s too elaborate, it’s too weirdo, and when it’s pure delirium, it’s increasingly rubbish.”

                #2854

                In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                TracyTracy
                Participant

                  Elizabeth gasped in horror. She shrank back, making the sign of the crossed feathers. “Organiser?”

                  #2853

                  In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                  ÉricÉric
                  Keymaster

                    “You know, I think they got a name for your condition” Franlise said while throwing another piece of rotten furniture and a dusty half-plucked stuffed pheasant from the window.
                    “Oh no!” Elizabeth was crestfallen “not my favourite plucked pheasant, let’s at least keep this! A perfectly functioning piece that one, Lewis Someteenth, French expensive furniture dammit!”
                    “You’re a bloody compulsive hoarder, that’s what you are!” Franlise said authoritatively. “Now, move along, let me do my job.”
                    “Your job? And what are you now?”
                    “A professional organiser, of course.”

                    #1295

                    In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                    ÉricÉric
                    Keymaster

                      “Guess it was about bloody time I got back here” Franlise said, her feather duster firmly clutched in her left hand.
                      The matronly black woman started dusting vigourously, sending myriads of half-written papers flying in the air.
                      “My draaafts!” Elizabeth shriek was lost in the gusts of winds.

                      “Bugger, bugger, bugger” the impromptu cleaning lady started to enunciate in a most perfect Queen’s English. “Nothing like some good buggery bugger to start the day and clear the lungs. And many a little makes a damn buggery mickle, isn’t that right darling?”. She said, striking a pilates pose in between the cleaning.

                      Elizabeth stood aghast, not knowing what to say but a meek “Didn’t I fire you?” to which Franlise knew better than to answer with nought but a smile.
                      Drawing a sharp letter opener from behind her back, she nimbly leaned toward Elizabeth, with all her white teeth glowing in the dark apartment where even the aspidistras had long gone dried up and wrinkled, their pots now no more than mere ashtrays.

                      “Well, now, what shall we do about all that spider cobwebs you’ve got yourself wrapped in…”

                      #1294

                      In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                      TracyTracy
                      Participant

                        There didn’t seem to be enough hours in the non sequential moments to sort the appalling lack of continuity out. Elizabeth could sense the invisible threads of white ink all around her, but rather than conveniently accessing their continuity enhancing properties she felt trapped inside them, unable to move.

                        #1929

                        In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                        TracyTracy
                        Participant

                          “The interesting thing about the Godfrey2012 meme” Elizabeth said, “is that it seems to have completely backfired. In much the same way that your cunning plan to try and corral me into continuity by being unravellingly discontinuous failed.”

                          “Pass the peanuts” sighed Godfrey. “What are they saying now?”

                          “Well, what happened next, notwithstanding real, perceived, imagined, distorted or merely misinformed sequence, what appeared to happen next was that the plan completely backfired, although one does have to wonder if anything backfired when it appears to have worked out perfectly”

                          #2092

                          In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                          ÉricÉric
                          Keymaster

                            “Now what? T-R-E-X ? To be serious?…” Eliza was patronizing again. “What’s a Trex, by all means? That’s not even in the dictionary, I’m sure!”
                            “As if you’d started to care” Flinella rolled her eyes, while at the same time managing to discreetly wink in passing at the little reptile whose tail was wrapped around her neck as though it were the latest fashion. “By the way, it spells T-Rex, you dimwit.”
                            “Well, good for you sweetie, it only scores a measly 21 points.” Eliza bit her lip ignoring the offending remark. Then hit by a sudden realisation, she stopped dead in her tracks, all thoughts of vexation lost in the current wave of thought.
                            “Wow, I’d never thought of that, but just imagine the size of those dinos’ fleas … Makes me shudder at the thought of it.”

                            #2157

                            In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                            TracyTracy
                            Participant

                              “oooh, er!” replied Eliza, admiring his impish grin. Suddenly realizing she was in the wrong thread, she made a hasty retreat.

                              #2164

                              In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                              TracyTracy
                              Participant

                                Doctor whoo? asked Eliza.

                                #2172

                                In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                                F LoveF Love
                                Participant

                                  “Silence,” commanded a loud voice. “Speak not of the Kraken, or indeed any other matters you do not understand.”

                                  “Well, that covers most things” muttered Flinella.

                                  “Why the bloody hell not?” Eliza was indignant. There was nothing she liked better than to discuss things she knew little about.

                                  The island groaned and rumbled and slowly began to move.

                                  #2751

                                  In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                                  TracyTracy
                                  Participant

                                    “It’s mother earth crying because humans are destroying the planet” ventured Kerry. “And before you ask, I don’t know how I got here. I was doing the remote view practice, and I got a direct hit, it was a picture of a kraken. Then I heard this rumbling noise in my head, and well, here I am…”

                                    “Well you’re all wrong” said the guy with the blonde hair. “It’s the Galactic Federation of Light, and they’ve come to arrest all the criminals that are preventing the shift.”

                                    Flinella slipped behind Eliza, surruptitiously looking to see where she could hide. What did he mean by criminals?

                                    “What do you mean by criminals, my good man?” asked Eliza, sensing Flinella’s alarm.

                                    “He means anarchists and protesters” said the politician.

                                    “No he doesn’t, he means big pharma” interjected Kerry.

                                    “Where the bloody hell did all these people come from?” Flinella looked around wildly, and then “Oh now really this is too much!”

                                    The grey squishy guy just laughed, his thin shoulders jumping up and down with mirth.

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