“Where did that come from?” I asked Lin. She simply smiled and pointed up at the sky. “I get it, it all comes from the Presence, but specifically, where did that come from?” I tried again.
In this next part of what’s sort of become known as the Soul Keeper series, I wanted to introduce some of the beauty and mysticism of my homeland, Wales (Cymru to the Welsh among us). So, the story includes names of places unreadable and unpronounceable to anyone other than the Welsh or those who speak it. Make up your own pronunciation; it’s just a story. 🙂 You can, however, check Google Maps and Images to see more of some of the places mentioned; they’re real.
In this story, Dafydd (David in English) the Soul Keeper, undertakes journeys. One is physical and the other, well, you’ll see. This is a transitioning story, in that it sets the scene for a more important setting in the story after this.
Here’s where it began. The Soul Keeper.
Then there was this. Because I Said I Would.
Followed by this. The Disobedient Soul Keeper.
And now there’s this.
This is an odd sort of story and it feels unfinished to me, but I’m still recovering from the workweeks from hell, so this is all I have. It’s a continuation in the theme of Soul Keepers and the Presence, which I’ve written about before. In this one, however, I wanted to explore the downside of an involuntary spiritual awakening.
I wanted the character to struggle with the differences in perception between doing what’s right and doing what appears right. So, this story is a little dark, unforgiving, and unresolved.
So, this is a sort of prequel to the Dylan and Evelyn stories.
1. I Will Not Be That For You
2. Not What I Expected
3. Everything I’d Hoped For
4. Because I said I Would
I just can’t work up any enthusiasm for Evie so once again I’ve made her a bit player, a reference point, to tell the background story of Dylan. Hopefully, it fills in a few gaps about how Dylan came to care so ‘quickly’ for Evie. There’s also some stuff about the Presence, because that seems to capture peoples’ imaginations.
I wrote this short last night as a sort of apology to myself for skimming through the last instalment of the Dylan trilogy. I was tired, and Evie is a character I just can’t generate any enthusiasm for, but I’d put her into play so I had to do something to resolve her.
I like this one. Just when I wanted to sleep, there it was, so I went with it. I hope you enjoy it, too.
This short is the conclusion to:
Not What I Expected
and the first story I Will Not Be That For You
In the first story I only wrote it as an exercise, to see where I could take a character I’d been thinking about for a while. That received hugely positive reviews from, let’s see, 4,5, about 6 people, and a few questions came up about the future of the character, Dylan, that I was a bit curious about, too.
So, in the second story I gave him a girlfriend, because I wondered how or even if he’d handle it. I thought Evelyn was a bit two-dimensional, but I wasn’t very enthusiastic about writing her. I saw her as being a simple progression character there to extend the character of Dylan.
I see this stuff differently to you folks. To me, these are just experiments in writing but to you, you weepy, whiny fuckers 😀 these characters take on a life of their own. Thanks for that.
Having felt that I didn’t do much with Evelyn, and given that you seem to like her and care about her and Dylan, I thought I’d write a little backstory to fill in some of the gaps. This is it. I think their story isn’t over yet, and to resolve that I was going to throw in a few big dance numbers and a spectacular fireworks display at the end. However, I must be getting old and all squidgey around the edges, because I’ve decided to leave them alone and let them make their own future, instead of returning once more to the impossibility of a beautiful and lasting relationship.
So, here we are. You got your happy ending, you fuckers. 😀
This is the follow-on to:
This one is much less bleak, and focusses more on the female character that I mentioned in the first story’s comments section. I like this one.
This short came about via Thumbup posting about ‘Petrichor’, which is a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather. This is a slight divergence from the recent trilogy that began from Souldier Girl’s image and poem, and which unleashed Unlocked on an unsuspecting and largely oblivious public. This one is more metaphysical and comes with a warning:
The idea for that came from painkills2. https://painkills2.wordpress.com
She likes to write about really distressing stuff that I can’t bring myself to read much but which mostly needs to be written. Others might find their names slightly modified, as referential characters.