It's the truth, honest... Can the scientists be trusted? The next part of The Gone #thegone #amwriting
Month: May 2015
Work in Progress
Today I hope to finish inking up the picture. How about a teaser? This is the first layer of the painting. Eventually I will use watercolour and acrylic to create the look I want. Sorry about the quality of the photo... but I think you can see what it is going to look like. 🙂
A Very White Room
A Very White Room – is the WHO safe and are they able to help? #amwriting #thegone
As we move deeper into the complex I am struck by how white and sterile everything is. It is feeling more and more like a hospital and as we move my fear increases. I know that Max will be able to smell it and as if sensing my unease he takes my hand and squeezes it.
“So,” Jonas says as he walks. “What happened to the cure?”
“We had to use it,” Max says, his voice a low rumble that echoes down the corridor.
“Had to use it…” Jonas looks shocked.
“Don’t you realise how important that was!” The woman says, her voice high and fast.
“Temple,” Jonas snaps. “I’m sure they had reason.”
“I did,” Max rumbles, but I can tell he is angry.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say, trying to dispel the rising tension.
“How can you say that?” Temple says, rounding on me and stopping in the…
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Fuzzy head…
I blame the bank holiday! It feels like a Monday, but it isn't. So I'm making mistakes with the admin... In fact, I think I'm going to forget it and just do some drawing... Admin tomorrow. Today is all about the art and the writing!
A Quiet Day
Today I have spent my time planting... Sounds relaxing? Nope, not when the veg patch is almost a third of an acre. So, the sweetcorn is in the polytunnel, it really wouldn't grow otherwise, we are just too cold and high up. And I have tried again with the butternut squash. This will be the… Continue reading A Quiet Day
Work in Progress – ‘That’ portrait
Yep... I'm referring to it as 'that', which is never a good thing. I have been talking to my logical and supportive friend (you know who you are) and after hashing out some details I have a plan of action! It does mean that I have to start again, but that is a good thing… Continue reading Work in Progress – ‘That’ portrait
Life Drawing!
After being told I was totally unfit yesterday I've been in a bit of a blue world. But today is life-drawing day! And that is never a bad day. I'd not done this class before so I got myself a full kit together (although I forgot the water for the paint). I then park in… Continue reading Life Drawing!
What a depressing day…
It started out fine. But then I started to work on the painting... An hour later I ripped it off the board and threw it away. Not to be put off I immediately stretched another. The I noticed the time. A quick bite to eat and I was down the gym. Now I ought to… Continue reading What a depressing day…
I think I’ve got out of bed on the wrong side…
And that is really difficult as my bed is pushed against a wall. I don't know... Everything feels a little off. The good news though is that the drawing is not overworked (I had my suspicions last night). At least I don't think so. And it is looking good. I have to get some more… Continue reading I think I’ve got out of bed on the wrong side…
The WHO…?
The WHO…? They have arrived, now if Bitsy and the others can convince them that they come in peace… #amwriting #thegone
We drive around the back of the building through a gate and past more armed guards. Then Judge pulls up to a plain door.
“We’re here,” he says and turns to look at us. “Has anyone been bitten?”
We all shake our heads. Well, we haven’t in a sense, not in the way they think we have. Conor looks at us, but doesn’t say anything. I give him a quick reassuring smile.
“Then let’s go,” Judge says. He gets out of the car and Max opens the door. I’m surprised it opened, somehow I expected it to be locked. The other thing I’m shocked at is their acceptance that we haven’t been bitten. We could be lying.
Instead of voicing this I get out and start toward the door. Conor still has hold of me and I can feel a slight tremor from him. He is so scared.
“Can you…
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