The fable of Alison.
* A character who appeared in my head with a story to tell*
Paper, rock or scissors?
Choose one and you may win treasures.
Paper!
Congrats you have received a first year wedding anniversary proposition .
I’m not even married – how is this a gift I can accept ever so gratefully, oh harry?
Will you marry me? I can make it true.
Alison threw a rock -aimed for the right side of Harries’ forehead- blood leaked out leaving his lips blue.
A twisty smile caught the ends of Alison’s mouth.
She needed a pair of scissors to cut out his heart.
Grim, I agree but her character is slightly Magee.
Squiggled by all the paper cut out men she’s collected over the years.
Paper mache collage project- in an attempt to fix her heart.
The glue worked better when she inhaled its fumes.
She would depersonalise from her very self and awake discombobulated- and rather confused.
This is the sad tale of how Alison decided she needed to repair her heart.
She flipped a coin that flipped her mind – all in one turnabout,
she came around -started singing the Hokie Cokie.
Her twisted jive improved when the moon drew in a little closer.
She could almost hear a beating heart – she put her hand to her chest and,
well, she fell apart.
Envious stares at Man Mickey Finn – his heartbeat loudly and glowered within.
He was her first.
The first attempt to re-enter the game of tick tockers.
Little did she know that this manic method would send her over to the bog marsh rockers.
Frozen on ice add a straw and a blueberry, she sipped her amorous bloody cocktail – Mary already had men gouging her blood every day.
Shaken not stirred.
Stern, she was shaking.
What did Mary’s conception have that made men fall head over heel and lap for her attention?
Frowned, knitted eyebrows – she added her rouge splash to the mix.
Men looked straight through her – perhaps she needed a bar of a Twix?
She had a cunning plan- not evolved or well thought out. She turned up her senses whenever men were about.
The throbbing, pulsating came not from the heart.
An alarming discovery – It came from below the waist.
Mary – scarlet virgin? miracle, my arse!.
Poor Alison only wanted to feel desired.
When she went for her next ingredient,
she baulked at its form and tried to appeal to its art.
Phallic and paternal it made her blush from the internal.
How would she get it to stay erect so she could snip it off when it was ready to launch and eject?
She tickled the floating accompanied planets and amusement came out in oohs and aahs.
Just a little longer, Alison thought blustered through scrunched up eyes.
make sure you aim for the right glass and not the glass eye.
The navy would be proud of her solid sea legs.
She mixed this new concoction. so sure she was,
she convinced me she was devout.
Up the straw, the gloopy mixture reached her swollen taste buds.
Horrified she spat it out – perhaps she needed to make it a little more tart.
She came across a nursing mother – whipped out her hunting tools.
Crying Babe clattered to the tarmac. Scattered Mother one breast left on the right side.
Shake it up and down the hatch. She waited for the rush of ardours to pour in.
Misery entered without a courteous knock. Sit down you gapless, toothy banshee of distrust.
Tears were rung around her neck -weighing in at a hefty sized albatross.
The grief of being ignored compelled her into complete disorder.
How could she end this frenzied quest without settling into a forlorn heap of a mess?
Then a thought rainbowed across her mind. It lifted the burdened clouds and she put her hand to mouth to suppress a giggle.
If no one would have her then she knew what was best.
Alison abandoned her empathy in the puddle of complicated attempts to gain acceptance.
She proudly took her first step into her role as the Queen of hearts.
If men wouldn’t love her, she would make sure they could love no other.
What a dreadful tale, is there are moral to end this fable – make it an epic!
Jesus wept!
I get bonus points if I end this and say she transformed – yes she did and serve this as a warning on how to never ignore the self- proclaimed piously.
Posted on Sep 8, 2020, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Creative Writing, Emotions, Fiction, POETRY, Relationships, Stream of consciousness, Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 33 Comments.
Hi Daisy, I featured this on my weekly feature prompt here;
https://wordeologist.wordpress.com/2020/09/14/the-saturday-symphony-10/
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Wow! THANK YOU, I’m so humbled & greatful. Thank you for reading my work. Ut means a lot to me. I know I’m not on here a lot these days & I’m very honoured that you have taken the time to read and share my work. Stay safe!
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My pleasure Daisy šø
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Woah raw and engrossing
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Thank you!
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T Y – glad you get my twisted sense of humour x A word prompt from a blog I follow – start a stream of consciousness piece with the letter P and bonus points for ending it with a P.
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Incredible and fanatic writing.
I see this as a first start in a novel series book. You should turn this into a novel story.
š I support you Daisy. š
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Thanks for your support š
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You’re welcome Daisy.
What inspired this amazing writing? just curious of course. š
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A word prompt from a blog I follow – start a stream of consciousness piece with the letter P and bonus points for ending it with a P. Linda G hill. š
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ah! perfect. So, I see you’ve been on a challenge for good prompts. Excellent.
You continue to amaze me in your way of writing and coming up with great material. You are a hero to me and a intellectual human beautiful being. š
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Thank you and so are you. I use these prompts to make sure I stay in a good writing habit. Sometimes stuff works and other times it doesn’t. I honestly didn’t think anyone would read this- I expected people to go – what a freak! And you ,dear Charlie have an exceptional mind. I know you find it hard to take compliments but this is how I feel about your work. š
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I want some of what you’re drinking. Holy hell
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H20 ššššš
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Wellbim moving there then cause city water is mighty fine. I can’t put into words that trip you put me on. Quite the mind you’ve got there lady
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ha ha! Rob, This has made me laugh. Thank you, I think? It’s quite a horrific tale!
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Massive kudos
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Thank you š
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I always enjoy your posts. This one is no exception.
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Ah ,Eugenia.I’m glad it didn’t send you running for the hills š
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oh lol very funny daisy! loved it! xox
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ha ha! T Y – glad you get my twisted sense of humour x
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I giggled at your dreadful tale. Wait a minute…did she snip it off before it ejected? š
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ha ha! She had to – strange girl! š
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Amazing post. Your mind sparkles ššš
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ā¤ ā¤ I shimmy with the right crowd š xx
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Haha ššš Your taste is impeccable š
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Captured my attention from beginning to end! š
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š I’m so glad. Don’t know where my mind went with that one. I’ve shared your book on my FB page. I will buy it when I have more pennies. xxx thanks for reading
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Wow, thank you for sharing Untangled, Daisy. I really, really appreciate this! I look forward to when you read it too! Have a good weekend. š
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You too ,Alexis xx
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