But it’s Ok, it’s not life threatening, and I’ll survive 😄. And despite the title, this latest round has been quite fun!
First up is Jane Dougherty, who tagged me on Facebook to post 7 lines from page 7 of my latest WIP. So here goes…
Manannán had done so much for them already. He it was, who had come to them in the depths of their despair, rallying and calling them to action, urging them to choose a leader and decide their fate, when their existence lay in tatters on the battlefield at Tailten. When the conquering Milesian leaders had mocked Denann integrity by choosing to rule that half of Ireland which lay above ground, dooming the defeated to what remained, he had found for them all the wildest, the most secret hills and valleys, where they could be shielded from human interference. There, they had built their palaces beneath the domed hills, their entrances to the forbidden land that Manannán had given them, the place to which mortals in time would attribute the label of ‘Otherworld’.
Now, as his final parting gift, he shrouded them with the Faeth Fiadha, the Master of Mist which would form the border between the mortal world and the magical realm, a boundary through which mortals would stray at their peril.
Bodh Dearg knew this new home of his, Sidhe Femen, with its lake at the summit, was only one of a number of sites around Ireland sinking into the fog of obscurity as the chosen Duns of his people, a network of fairy forts lost to human vision but connected by magic threads invisible and unfelt by dulled mortal senses.
The dominion of the Denann was over. Bodb Dearg bowed his head, and followed the last stragglers of his people into the abyss.
Next is Sally Cronin, who also tagged me for the same project. Instead, I’m going to give you 7 lines from a short story I’ve written called ‘The Cinderella Shoes’…
“I’ll take them,” I hear myself say, and suddenly, my heart is fluttering randomly like a butterfly in my chest. “I’ll keep them on.”
The two young sales assistants exchange snooty glances, rolling black-rimmed eyes at each other. One of them goes to get a bag for my old grey trainers, while the other processes my purchase at the till.
As I teeter out of the store on my new high heels, I hear the ring of their mocking laughter, and my spine stiffens.
I glance down at my feet. Four hundred euros of Swarovski encrusted soft silver leather now adorn each one, balanced on a perfectly crafted, needle-thin mirrored heel.
Finally, I was tagged by Sue Vincent to take part in the Freestyle Writing Challenge. Her question was;
If you could visit, for just one day, in any era and location, past, present or future, where would you go and why? I went for ten minutes, and this is what I came up with, warts and all …
If I had only one day, I’d travel back in time to the days when Cormac the Wise was High King of all Ireland. I’d head for Almu, the Hill of Allen, home to the Fianna and their great leader, Fionn mac Cumhall. I’d cross the bogland, feet slipping on the wooden trackway. I’d climb the hill, path meandering between tall trees and fields bright with golden gorse, its scent rising in waves on the warm summer air.
There, cresting the summit, I’d find the shining white washed walls of the palisade. The guards would let me through, this strange, unarmed foreign woman. I’d demand to see Sadbh, and then I’d tell her.
“Don’t set foot beyond the palisade, my Lady. He may look like Fionn, but he isn’t Fionn, and he means you harm.”
Would she listen, that pale, beautiful innocent creature who had captured Fionn’s heart with her big brown doe eyes? Of course she would, too gentle and kind is she. But would she obey? No reason why she should.
But she is of the Sidhe, and they understand visions. I’d tell her that’s what it was, not that I came from the future… how could she comprehend that? But she would respect a Seer. And if she listens, how different life would be for her, for Fionn for the unborn child Oisin swelling her belly…
229 words in ten minutes… that’s not much!
I’m not going to tag anyone specifically, because I’ve already done it here, but if you want to play along, this is what you have to do;
1. Open an blank Document
2. Set a stop watch or your mobile phone timer to 5 or 10 minutes, whichever challenge you prefer.
3. Your topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH YOUR TIMER!!!
4. Once you start writing do not stop until the alarm sounds!
5. Do not cheat by going back and correcting spelling and grammar using spell check (it is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write with correct spelling and grammar.)
6. You may or may not pay attention to punctuation or capitals.
7. At the end of your post write down ‘No. of words = ____” to give an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.
8. Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nomination (at least five (5) bloggers)
When you have the document and the timer ready to go, scroll down to see your subject…
If you could go back in time and alter a major world event, what would it be and why?