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It was time to live a new life. A romantic life. Balance would come from that, it had to.
Grix, who had gained a taste for dust after experimenting with the ground, had been licking the marble floor for what seemed like a few hours, but was nowhere near that. It had turned from simple 'trying to find stronger tastes' to a curled up lazy fox sleeping on the cold floor.
When he woke unable to remember where he was, Grix jumped up, his heart beating like a drumming monkey, and clamboured out of the room and into the hallway. He looked at himself. A fox in a duffle coat and a homemade belt for blue trousers.
He looked around.
He was in a mansion. Or a castle. Maybe it was a castle. It was old, whatever it was. Carved and stained wooden stairways winded down to the floor below, with a red and black swirl marking the hall floor below. The only light was from the sun streaming in through the gaps in the boards over the windows.
It was also windy. There seemed to be a gust of wind coming from somewhere, sending Grix's fur to ripples every other moment. An awful amount of dust for a distinct lack of people, Grix thought. He remembered back to falling asleep on the ground... maybe it wasn't really dust but some other dry tasting material. He'd have to research it. Maybe the castle had a library.
The source of the wind seemed to be coming from a large passageway on the other side of the top of the hall. An investigation seemed prominent.
The door led to a spiral staircase. The spiral staircase (with lanterns ready to be lit if he was ever to host a party) led up to stronger winds.
And in turn, to a small corridor. At the end of the corridor lay what was obviously meant to be a wall. Where the wall was meant to be, lay the remains of a wall.
Grix wondered what had happened. It was almost as if someone had charged full pelt at it with determination to knock it down.
It led to a wooden platform surrounded by the large stone outer walls, seemingly built after the inner wall was knocked down. Who knew. Grix stepped out onto it.
The view was of the forest. Trees and trees, some trees and lots of trees and sky. There was civilisation between the trees and the sky somewhere. He'd visit one day.
Grix looked at the platform he stood on. He needed a desk, definitely.
Furniture lay around the castle, still there from it's previous owner. I guess if you're going to abandon a castle, then you're not going to bother bringing your furniture with you.
Fortunately, one of the rooms just down the corridor contained a small writing desk. It was full of paper, and a little ink well and cobwebbed pen sat upon it. The room seemed red, very red. The carpet looked unlickable.
Grix dragged the writing desk out of the office, dragged it down the corridor to the sound of wood rubbing against carpet.
He lifted it up over the rubble of the remains of the wall, and pushed it against the large stone wall outside, near the edge of the platform. He admired it for a moment, then stepped back inside to return to the office.
Grix discovered ink supplies, then dragged a wooden chair with a little red cushioned seat out to the wooden platform. He placed it next to the desk, then sat to it.
He looked to his left, out over the forest and the sun.
Grix took the pen, found paper in the drawers of the desk. He wrote, with the ink, "Does this castle belong to anyone?"
He then folded the page into a paper aeroplane, stood up, and threw it out of the platform. He peered over the edge as it half glided and half plummeted towards the forest.
Grix chewed his lip, then ventured back into the corridor.
I write stuff that makes me wonder if I'm wrong to think I'm normal.
"Grix, who had gained a taste for dust after experimenting with the ground," - what a great line.
> Incognito Magnificent [say it with me kids], well, it looks like it's
> going to be the title, is really a script. I'm not meaning to write
> it as a novel for people to read, more a template for me to animate
> to. I want the story and the emotions and the characters etc... but
> all I ever do in writing is desperately try to show how I see
> something as I see it in film or animated. There's a certain element
> of timing that you can do with film that I try so hard to do with
> writing, but never think I can pull it off.
You've got a great idea going there, Grix, I've always felt that this sort of thing is best for developing a good script.
Great story, and a curious, curious ending. Dust, eh? Are you just a little bonkers, or is it crazy symbolism? Interesting (and I reckon those questions are best left rhetorical, no?)
Top drawer stuff, as per usual
And his brain really is in Bolivia.
Hmmmm.
> Fingers crossed, the t-shirts will be with me monday. As soon as that
> happens I'll start sending out emails asking for payment. Soon as I
> get payment, out goes your t-shirt. :)
You're so honest.
> I'm not taking payment UNTIL the t-shirts arrive though. Don't want
> people paying for goods I don't have.
Of course you don't, I'm a copper you know...:D
I'm not taking payment UNTIL the t-shirts arrive though. Don't want people paying for goods I don't have.
Just waiting for the supplier to get them done, so other than that I can't really say.
All the same, this is more of a side project. Captain Catering is first to come, that's being kept quite secret at the moment, it's developing amazingly well.
"By the by, the fact that this is "taken from" the begging of the middle, does that mean the beginning is done, or have you just started inside out? :-)"
What do you bloody think, you know me. :D
> This is taken from
> a scene near the beginning of the middle of the story.]
I was about to say, it didn't seem like a beginning. :-)
It takes more than this for me to get into a story, mainly getting to know the characters and places a bit better, so I can't give a proper opinion so far, but I did want to know if anything on the desk had already been written, either by the past castle inhabitants or even by Grix before he "forgot everything".
It's gotten me interested though.
By the by, the fact that this is "taken from" the begging of the middle, does that mean the beginning is done, or have you just started inside out? :-)