Next up: Fun in the bedroom

Today I really hadn't any time to write something proper or something special, needless to say anything concerning Johnstown Castle as well. I think I'll keep up the Fun-Fact posts that introduce the history around it more but my main focus will be the story. If all goes according to plan you can expect the sixth part tomorrow on the first of January. It'll be a fun and interesting episode I think.

Writing

Someone - I really don't remember who - told me that properly assembling and editing the short story Johnstown Castle would be a good idea. I'll think about it. Let us see how this story develops and turns out. If you really like it then why not. Maybe someone would enjoy reading a proper story rather than one cut to a thousand pieces. However, first of all I'll have to see for myself that it really interests you. Johnstown Castle part 6 is coming soon.

Johnstown Castle - part 5

...hearing not once the bells of glory sound like soundeth they for others still...

“Good morning!” I heard a man shout. I raised my head and saw my host pleasantly smiling and waving at me from the door.
“Ah, good morning Mister Grogan,” I replied from that comfortable cushioned armchair in the library. I had my early breakfast beside me on a little table and even a gramophone to lift away the sombre mood of the morning while I was enjoying my coffee.
Mister Grogan stepped into the library and with a laugh he said: “Need I remind you I’m not a man of many formalities? You can call me Cornelius.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Cornelius then proceeded to sit down opposite to me at the little table with a smile on his face. He was not as fancily dressed as you’d expect from a man of his calibre, wearing a white linen shirt, dark pants of some unrecognisable fabric, and a long red velvety robe. On top of that he was old and not at all well groomed. Grey hair, unshaved beard, wrinkles and dark circles under his eyes indicated to me that he was in his seventies perhaps? Well he was forty-two on paper. Needless to say time hadn’t been merciful to him. He was quite the corpulent one as well, but with his busy schedule he’d have no time for exercise anyway I thought.
“Loretta,” he shouted then, after which she almost immediately appeared at the door.
“I’ll have my breakfast in the library as well today.”
With a silent “Yes, Master Cornelius” she instantly disappeared and reappeared bringing forth a silver waiter, just like the one I was served with, and placed it on the table. I had already forgotten about our little embarrassing incident earlier. Who would have thought she feared blood so much? It turned out I had accidentally smeared the blanket in blood while I was trying to cover her with it. And it was only then that I actually discovered I had cut myself.
I looked at the bandage on my hand and then at Loretta again. She was avoiding eye contact at all costs. I didn’t blame her. The way she had been clenching my shirt and crying it wet – she must have been horrified.
“Did you see that ghost again?”
Mr Grogan was looking at me curiously.
“Umm, no... no ghosts this time”
I had decided to drop the matter and remain silent. How could I possibly tell my host that I suspected there was a revenant in his house? And for God’s sake, I had just seen a figure. And maybe, just maybe I really had messed up locking the doors. I couldn’t be sure and in reality I had no proof so I thought it wise to just keep silent.
“I’m sure it was just the moonlight,” I said cheerfully looking once again at the book I had been reading.
“Let’s hope so. Who knows, maybe you end up in a mudflat.”
He laughed at my confused look.
“Well according to a local legend Wexford got its Irish name, Loch Garman, from a young man who was drowned in the mudflats at the mouth of the River Slaney by flood waters released by and enchantress. Could be her, don’t you think?”
I smiled to reply.
“What is that?” Cornelius then asked.
“You mean the book? It’s about economic analysis. I found it in the shelf over there”
Mr Grogan raised his big white eyebrows.
“I do wonder why I have such books here anyway, but I’m glad you are interested in it. Actually if you want you may just keep it. I see no use for it here.”
I had my coffee cup at my mouth so I just gave him a simple “Mhm.”
“Oh!” he shouted, like he had frightened himself, “I’m afraid we’ll have to postpone our business talks to tomorrow. You see, I have an unexpected affair to attend to in Ferns so I’ll be leaving shortly.”
I had been hoping to get the talking done yesterday and he wanted to delay me even further? I wasn’t exactly happy about it but then again he was an important client as far as my income and reputation were concerned.
“Of course you are welcome to stay in the castle and Loretta here, I’m sure, will see for all of your needs.”
“I’d be delighted,” I said with a fake smile and put down my cup.
Cornelius stood up hastily.
“Well I shall be going then.”
He then darted away having barely touched his breakfast and Loretta followed him in short order. I mused at my state and continued reading the book. Loretta showed up occasionally and asked me for my needs. I tried to bother her as few times as I could and stayed in the library until nightfall.

To be continued…

This is the post for the 28th...

As I completely forgot I had to write and as I was sleeping the whole day anyway I seem to have missed the right time. Now I'm writing this just to let you know that I have finally posted the fourth part of my neat little story and that I'm about to post the fifth for I need to post something for the 29th of December as well. Have fun reading...

A pretty picture

Adventure

I'm sorry if I once again delay Johnstown - I might be able to write, or I just might not be able to.
You see, I have a bad case of cut-yourself-loose-some-blood-and-lose-consciousness-two-times-in-a-row-disease. And currently I'm terribly cold.. so.. pardon the delay.
It is so fun to wake up in a place you don't remember going to sleep in. Well it was the same bathroom alright... but at another angle. And slowly but steadily I'm starting to feel the pain in my arm - which I apparently hit against something upon falling. Well anyway I had a great time, it was fun...

Scarlet

Miss Scarlet hindered my trip to Latvia.. what a pain. Well miss Scarlet, miss Scarlet..
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
For those who don't know - Scarlet is the name of the huge bloody snowfall activity which happened around yesterday (24th December). Half a meter up to a full meter of snow covered the yard and the only thing able to console me is the possibility of my neighbours dog dying... no idea why. It think it's still alive tho...

The Second Delayed Post

For the sake of my and your convenience I'll just leave this post as it is - not worked upon - and just continue writing other posts instead.

Johnstown Castle - part 4

…and stealeth away afar then once we’d wander the earth…

“I’m afraid so. I mean yes, I saw a figure resembling a woman in a white dress.”
I didn’t want to frighten the girl and thus I kept myself from revealing that in fact I was certain there really had been someone there the previous night and probably yet again just an hour before. At least so I thought. And I couldn’t even be sure that the revenant hadn’t been the maid Loretta herself so I definitely had reason to remain silent about it.
“Maybe then the moonlight plays with your eyes, mister?”
Well that might have very well been the case were it not for the fact that moonlight can’t unlock doors.
“Yes, maybe” I said and continued playing with my paperwork. In the meantime Loretta was still taking care of the shards on the carpet walking on all fours like a cat displaying her lingerie to me. I couldn’t think straight, however, I also saw that her thighs and hands were covered in goose bumps - which was only natural for how frigid the room was.
“Aren’t you cold, dressed like that, Miss Loretta?”
She raised her head in confusion.
“If you like you can use a blanket to cover yourself up.”
“Oh, no need. I am fine, Mister.”
She was shaking like a leaf at that point so I really didn’t believe what she was saying. I took a neatly folded white blanket she had put on my bed just before and approached her. Loretta was still trying to carefully collect the shards with her shaking hands and didn’t even see me coming. Suddenly, for no forgivable reason, I had a sick thought of throwing the blanket over her and forcing her to undress. It just run through my head so suddenly. I was staggered and appalled. How could I think of something like that?
“Mister?”
She was looking at me with the strangest expression on her face. I must have been lost in my thoughts.
“Here you go,” I said and covered her still-shivering young body with the blanket. That questioning expression was still on her face even when I had finished tucking her in and handed her the edges of the blanket to hold. She looked at me in a manner that made me think it was the first time she had ever looked me directly. Loretta’s forest-green eyes were fixed on mine and mine on hers as well. Never had I been in a situation more awkward-feeling than that. She blushed and looked down shyly. I noticed there was a speck of dust on her eyelashes - probably from dusting the furniture. The young maid looked completely calm, however, and thus she caught me completely off guard. Loretta screamed and flung herself at me so that I ended up on the floor and she on top of me.

To be continued…

The Delayed Post: Law and Order

You may already have heard about the new yet to be enforced law change which would effectively remove all peppermint tea and candies from the stores. Well it is out there - the possibility of that happening, that is.
Coming to the point - I just want to let you know what a lovely Christmas gift I received. Peppermint! Loads of it... With chocolate, without chocolate, with caramel, in teabags. My dear grandmother knows what pleases me..

The order of my posts, as I am writing them whenever, it seems, is literally nonexistent. And thus - why not speak of perfume all of a sudden? Have you tried Cool Water?
Here's what it should be: Refreshing and clear like jumping into a cool pool.
Here's what it really is like: Its just stupidly and horribly obviously the most general of a fresh-ish nose opener and smells like medicine.

Also as a present, I got something called Summer White... It is somewhat similar.. the obvious fresh smell but no mystery. Yet it is smooth and not as medicine like as Cool Water and thus somewhat pleasing. I'd wear it, yes.. so not bad.
Yet I want a perfume which is sweet and cold and mysterious and hollow all at the same time.. I've found some well-matching descriptions online, Heure Bleu for example, but getting my hands on something like that would prove difficult. Oh I should discover the world of perfume more thoroughly.. I'm so unlearned in that field.

Johnstown Castle - part 3

…for the vigorous soul of thine is evenly a symbol of my disgrace…

Miss Loretta with her rolling French r sound – from the very day I arrived she would always show up when there was even a slight possibility of me needing something. For example, right after I had reached the castle a day ago, having barely endured the horrible cart ride suffering from travelling sickness, she appeared from within the beautiful castle in her most-inappropriate dress and gave me medicine. Or later that day when I felt slightly cold in the library, waiting for Mr Grogan’s arrival, she suddenly appeared behind me and suggested I might be in need of a blanket. Mr Grogan later told me that she was well trained and it would be only natural that she sees for my needs - whatever they may be. Yet, however lovely she was, she still seemed too well-learned for her age and thus somehow even creepy. I felt like she was constantly observing me through some secret peep holes behind paintings, for that would explain how she’d always come prepared. Speaking of which… Her extremely short dress, ordered to be worn by her master Mr Grogan himself, no doubt, made me feel like a peeping Tom as well whenever I tried to look at her. I was sure that Mrs Jennifer Grogan, had she still been alive, would definitely not have approved of that. Yet, a man’s a man and one couldn’t really blame him for that after his wife had died a year ago.
“I’m quite alright, yes, thank you Miss.” Talking to Loretta was somehow even elating at that point in time, for we were separated by a door and I didn’t have to be ashamed of looking at her. She herself was also quite shy just like me but she never even looked one in the eye. It almost seemed to me at first that Cornelius, the now old and famous descendant of John Grogan, who so kindly invited me to his castle, was a horrifying perverted monster and that the poor child of - eighteen maybe - had been terribly abused. But I knew that this was nonsense. Truthfully I was rather sickened by the thought that I could come up with something like that in the first place. Loretta continued…
“I am very pleased to hear that, sir. I was just passing here when I heard you were already awake early and thought you might need something. I’m afraid I haven’t quite started breakfast yet but it will be ready for you right away. I hope you hadn’t any problems with the windows. The weather is quite unpleasant today. If you allow me inside mister I can light a fire in the fireplace for you for it is cold and I brought you a new set of candles too.”
Once again she had come like an oracle to solve my problems. She was right about my room being cold. Obviously because she had heard the doors crash open. That there wasn’t a fire lit she could have seen from the absence of smoke escaping through one chimney. The candles, well they must run out at a certain pace. She wasn’t peeping on me, it was all logical.
“Sir?”
“Just a moment.”
I put down my candle and stood up. For some reason I felt the need to look as calm and natural as I could so as to hide the fact that I had been thinking on weird things. So I took a deep breath and tried to align my thoughts on something neutral. I then looked in the mirror once to make sure I looked reasonably well and finally opened the door for the maid. Loretta was standing patiently in the dark corridor with a candle in her hand and although it was just five o’clock in the morning and she must have had thousands of chores to do, her hair was already perfectly done and she looked more vigorous and cheerful than I would ever even in broad daylight.
She entered shyly with her head down saying “Thank you, Mister,” which I really didn’t have a reply for, so I just closed the door and moved back towards the bed. Miss Loretta was once again wearing a short dress, this time of light beige colour with white lace edging, and black stockings held up by black garters. I didn’t want to bother her whilst she was taking care of my room so I sat down on the bed and tried to find something to keep me occupied. However, her constantly solid and well-practiced activity caught my attention and I just gave up and kept following her with my eyes trying to look at her hands and nothing else. Yet, then she would suddenly bow down to clean the fireplace and reveal even more! At which point I stood up again hastily and started looking through papers and letters in my suitcase. Was she teasing me on purpose? Maybe I was right about Mr Grogan?
“Oh, another glass. I hope you didn’t cut yourself, Sir.”
Loretta was kneeling on the floor collecting the scattered glass shards which I had entirely forgotten about. I think I even forgot to reply to her. But then she hit me with an unexpected question.
“Master Cornelius said you saw a ghost woman on your balcony last night, is that true?”

To be continued…

Vampires 2

Today, having reviewed some books, including "The children of the night", to Mrs Eva at the university she suggested I write my final exam on vampires and their influence on culture. She's brilliant, is she not? It appears to be a new hot topic in academic life anyway... so why really not?
And she complemented my sense of humour. How nice of her.

A few words on Johnstown Castle now...
First of all.. I will try writing longer pieces whenever I have the time and initiative for it..
Secondly... things are gonna get interesting really soon. By which I could mean a day.. or a week.. well there are many things to be discovered ahead..

And finally.. I'm thinking of posting more than once a day if I should feel the need to develop the story in a quicker pace..

Or I could just write really long parts..

If you are interested you may want to research the castle's history a bit although it really doesn't matter. Its just a fancy castle in the South-Eastern part of Ireland in Wexford near the coast.

Johnstown Castle - part 2

“… thus will I, cleanseth of pride, bow my head in thy presence…”

Wind rushed into my room with such a force it flung me back and prone in an instant. I admit I was staggered and quite scared. The doors to the balcony were wide open and the heavy velvety curtains were fluttering in the air just beneath the ceiling like they had been made of silk. Once the doors were open the room was suddenly a great deal colder and to make matters even worse, I could also hear the wind’s sepulchral howling in the lush garden just beneath the balcony.
The shock was so elating that I suddenly found the strength and courage to get up and force the doors shut. I backed off immediately, however, and rushed to light the candle on the bedside table. I was sure that the ghastly figure on the balcony I had seen on my first night in the castle hadn’t been a fruit of imagination and I finally had proof. Someone had unlocked the doors - that means someone had been inside my room. I looked cautiously around the room yet I saw nothing but old furniture, which I was sure dated back to the Cromwellian period. Mr Grogan sure took pride in his fine household. Being quite the critic and obscenely arrogant he was still a very hospitable man with taste. “The door...” I whispered in dismay. I hadn’t checked the door to my room. As I went to check it, however, I found it locked. “Then how?”
I drew the key, the only one for this room, from my pocket and opened the door. The corridor was unnervingly dark. I felt I was looking into the void, so I closed the door and locked it again proceeding to claim my bed in need of recourse from this haunting mystery. As I sat down I suddenly heard someone walk in the corridor. Then a dim ray of light escaped the void through the keyhole and I heard a knock. “Are you quite alright, mister?” It was the maid…

To be continued...

Waiting

Today in the morning, having written another three paragraphs for Johnstown Castle, I went to sleep and slept all day... beauty sleep^^

I decided I will not post those yet.. but the next time - I'll try lengthening the experience you get out of this.. if you do that is... I'm not that confident in my writing abilities...

Perhaps you could stop me... if you wanted to.

But anyway here is a picture of Johnstown castle In Wexford of Ireland:


I'm sorry for the bloody watermark that ruins the pleasant picture. But at least you get an idea of what I have pictured in my head. As you might or might not have noticed, the castle doesn't really have balconies. It is because I thought I could allow being untrue to it's original architecture as well, whilst I am completely rewriting what goes on inside anyway.

Johnstown Castle - part 1

"...even if shan't the soils desolate, thy haven ever be..."

I felt thirsty - so unbelievably and fully like I’d fallen asleep in the desert, save for the fact I felt terrible cold. I tried to open my eyes - it was painful. And once open I had no use of it anyway because the fire I had lit before had died and everything was completely black. How careless of me. Did I really fall asleep? If that’s the case, then… I checked the curtains leading to the balcony. No light came through so I presumed they were still closed. Everything was fine but for the thirst.
I stretched my arm a little. It was as heavy as a brick and as numb as a corpse. I was still holding the glass with my hand clenched around it tightly - how very strange. Then, having been saved by the last drop of soothing wine left in the glass, I tried to stand… I would have been awake for many an hour many times before, but for the bottle to be empty like that… I expected I had waited for her half way into the night. Then the clock sounded – how convenient. Five times? I wanted to open the curtains to see if it was bright outside but I stumbled. I wasn’t sleepy anymore but rather exhausted, so I fell down like a sack of grain - providing no resistance, hoping I wouldn’t get hurt - even though I knew that getting back up again wouldn’t prove as effortless.
I felt the floor beneath me and heard the sound of something breaking. The glass I held in my hand was all gone but for the shards. Oh my, I successfully broke yet another one... Standing up took some time and I cut myself on the shards while doing it, but I managed eventually and groped my way towards the balcony. It was still dark outside and the storm had worsened as was indicated by the swaying trees and the restless pond in the garden. I couldn’t help but think something was awry. I checked the door handle just to confirm I had locked it securely. I really don’t know why, I was sure I had locked it, but I did anyway. I turned the handle and to my big surprise and fright - the door wasn’t locked anymore and it burst open.

To be continued…

A riddle and a warning^^

Dear reader,

Today I am terribly sleepy and my head aches.
Thus, to keep you occupied, I present to you:

Xiz opu ublf zpvs mjgf xijmf ubljoh b cbui?

It's a riddle and a sentence and a question. It should be easy to solve.

Oh and if you enjoyed the previous post... I'm thinking on writing a series... as indicated by the poem it will be something along the lines of... umm.. passion and pleasure... I guess.

At least I'll try to honour this request and suggestion...

I'm not sure if I should but... "Rated: M" after a post's title seems intriguing. ^^

Look forward to it!

The Sheets

The sheets

I remember she smiled with tender lips
so pleasantly ghastly like luminous marble
part veiled by satin hair unbound in which
her restless breath once harboured.
And from the moonlit balcony
a gust of wind then found a way
to enter the appealing parlour
under silken sheets in mess
that hid her unclothed preciousness.
Thus charmed the very sheets alone,
by many a wind-provoked flutter,
in utter kittenish manner my mind
to succumb to inexhaustible thirst.
Just as they’d want to repay me in kind
for the angelic gift, so lively at first,
I had placed on them even if shortly thereafter
she met the maker of heaven and hell
and her flesh I left for the undertaker.