Believe In Magic

Perfect boyf gave me some great notes for my book over the last couple of days. He’s far too awesome for words. The very fact that he wants to read it is marvellous, but to give me pointers and help me out is just next level amazing boyfriendness!!

He believes in me and wants me to succeed.

His faith gives me wings.

“It had been twenty-seven years, four months and three days since Judoc Vance had set foot outside. He awoke each day, dressed himself in the same shirt and bowtie and trousers and shoes and sat in the red armchair by the door, staring out the window, a hand clasped around a gold and green pocket watch. He was waiting for the lightning.”

…I’m so vain…I definitely think this song is about me…

May or may not have got a sample of this from Scholastic at work the today.

May or may not be here to tell you it is incredible and I am desperate to read the rest of it because it is just far too awesome for words!

That is all.

It’s out in September.

Prepare your bodies!

LOVE IT! :D
Xx 

thegeorgewhowasonfire:

I’d never seen anyone looking so perfect. Call it a cliché, call me stupid or pathetic or whatever you want, but he was perfect. The setting sun hits him just right, the orange glow on his charcoal suit softening him. That tiny amount of stubble on his chin was still there. I remember hoping that it was an accident because he looked like a bit of a scruffy twat.

“You missed a spot.” My voice strained a little, practically choking on the words. I took hold of the tiny green star pendant hanging around my neck, moving the cold metal around my moist palm. Breathe.

He looked over at me with that little glint in his eye, almost like he missed me. I’m just seeing things. He’s not marrying me. I have to remember that.

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You came to the door.

Did I?

Yeah.

And?

And what?

Then what happened?

You don’t remember.

Of course I do.

Then why?

Because.

It was weird.

Why?

I’d never really met you before.

I don’t get it.

Neither did I.

Okay.

Well, you were the first one to hold my hand.

…

Yeah.

Was I?

Yeah.

Wow.

And the first one to kiss me. Really kiss me.

Was I?

I was awful.

You never said.

I’d never kissed before, I had no idea what I was doing.

You never told me that.

I was nervous.

You never said anything.

I was sweating so much.

You just went with it, so naturally.

My hands were so clammy even though it was freezing cold.

And I held your hand?

Just like that, without a word.

Wow.

I could’ve cried.

Why?

It was…

New.

Yeah.

Exciting.

Electric.

Definitely.

Electric?

A bit of a cliché.

And?

…

Yeah.

Take off your mask.

Excuse me.

I said, take off your mask.

I heard what you said.

Then why say ‘Excuse me?’

It’s an odd question.

Is it?

Yes.

You’re certain you aren’t wearing one?

Do I know you?

Possibly.

Possibly?

Possibly.

…

So?

So what?

So what about the mask?

What of it?

Are you going to take it off?

I’m not discussing this.

Yes you are.

I don’t want to.

Yet here we are.

Indeed.

Trust me.

Why?

You’ll feel better.

Will I?

I promise.

You can’t promise that.

Yes I can.

Whatever.

Don’t dismiss.

Don’t tell me what to do.

Then do it.

Why?

Because you need to.

…

So?

So what?

So what about the mask?

….

When the car pulled up, I couldn’t shake those demons scratching away at the pit of my stomach. They’d been there all day, just waiting. Now they had their chance, relentlessly attacking my insides.

Dinner was something of an awkward affair, stilted and somewhat meaningless conversation peppered with the sounds of chewing and glugging of wine. No one seemed to want to address the issue that was surely pressing on the minds of each of us, it had to be, what else was there to be thinking about?

My sister sat by me. She is two years older than me and never before had I seen her look so chill. Was she even feeling anything akin to the pain that ate away at my insides like a parasitic insect? Of course not. Anyone would think she was glad he was leaving, though they wouldn’t point it out. It had to stay perfect and serene. Don’t rock the boat, just let it bob gently down this silent stream in a passive state of blissfully unaware. I wanted to scream.

The cousins around the table were just as calm as my sister, did they feel nothing? I wanted to speak out, to scream out, but I knew someone would just should me down, dousing the words that burnt so hotly on the tip of my tongue.

The passing seconds, turning to minutes, and then to hours were like the beating of a drum in my ear, growing louder, harsher, the back of my head positively pulsating with the sound.

The streetlamp flickered uncertainly as Alice McCormack stepped around the corner and stopped dead.

Every time the phone rang, Annie tied back her auburn hair and lit a cigarette. It was how she had answered the phone when she got her assistant position at Zimmer Publications 7 years ago and she never looked back. Sure her lungs are damaged beyond repair and her office walls reduced from sparkling white to a decaying yellow, but if that’s what it takes to have a lucky phone call, the now Editor-in-Chief couldn’t afford to question it.

This phone call however was different. The cigarette didn’t light properly, it fizzled out, she fumbled and dropped it mid-conversation. She didn’t tie her hair tight enough and the heavy locks soon fell over her pale face that continued to become more and more ghostly.

She was fired.