Saturday, 2 July 2011

Beginning- written 25/05/10


A hot throng of bodies almost move as one to the heavy bass, so loud and strong it makes my head hurt. I was sent here for a reason and I spot her almost immediately.  She is beautiful, as I expected. Her white blonde hair flows down her back almost reaching her waist. Her face radiates beauty; brilliant bright blue eyes, porcelain skin contrasted with deep red lip-stick. She puckers her lips slightly and takes a sip of water from the plastic bottle she’s holding. I notice her nails are painted candy pink and bitten short. She starts to push through the crowd purposefully, I realise she’s heading towards the toilets.  Her mouth moves to speak as she pushes her way through but her words disappear in the noise.  She leaves her two friends in the crowded dark space in front of the DJ. They are dancing. Eyes closed and arms raised in the air. Immersed in the music, Rhythm flowing through their bodies, they hardly notice her walk away.
    A man is leaning against a wall as she approaches. He is short and dark, shiny black hair and tan skin His eyes tell a story, a look, and a decision. Perhaps there is a girl waiting at home for him. Perhaps there isn’t. He reaches out to her as she passes; his thick hand rests on her hip, a slight squeeze I hardly notice. A glance from her is all it takes a scan, a smile. A sudden look in her eye I can’t determine.  Suddenly dizzy from lust and alcohol, she takes his hand in hers and leads him towards the toilets. I follow.
   Awkwardly she steps around the door of the cubicle. The walls are painted dark red and covered in graffiti. I notice her eyes roll, vision swayed. Her decisions are now tainted by alcohol. It exaggerates her emotions. They are bubbling to the surface. A sudden rush of love overwhelms my being. I want to protect her.The man leans forward.  Pushing her hair back he whispers something into her ear. Oh I’m not close enough to hear what was said but I imagine him telling her he loves her. That he’ll look after her and treat her right. The thought brings me warmth and a smile inside.
  His Thick black hair is slick with sweat.  He stumbles backwards sitting on the closed toilet seat. His hands grasping at his belt buckle, he undo’s his dark denim jeans. Desire for heat and pleasure, of being wanted drives them both. She straddles him. Her dress pushed up to her waist. They kiss passionately and desperately. I did not expect love to be like this. It seems so harsh and fast. This one encounter and these two beings are entwined for life.
‘Mummy!’ I call as my spirit is pulled forward. 
 It’s time to start my journey.





Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Starting

 Anyone who knows me, knows I love the film 28days later- An amazing post-apocalyptic zombie horror. Truly britsh, gritty and miles away from the cheesy american horrors I grew up with. The acting is outstanding, the cinematography and imagery perfectly setting the scene for the growing unease and excitment that unfolds. The script is perfect and written by british author Alex Garland. Its worth a read in itself.
Therefore It came almost as a sudden shock to me a few months back that I had'nt read The Beach, also by Alex Garland, published back in 1996 and is the work he is most known for. So I asked round and borrowed a copy from a mate. I read it in four days. It was amazing, as I expected. I love the way Garland writes and I love his protaganists. There's such a realism to the characters and the story, gritty and honest yet the imagery of the island is beautifully described. There is an edge of darkness throughout the story I feel which obviously comes to a head at the end. It has made me decide to try a story or two from a male point of view- which I've never done before. I'll post the results if they're any good.