1874. Outside a thrush was singing

Iseult was a novelist. She wrote horror, fantasy and science fiction.

It was raining outside. It was one of those sun-shower days that make you understand why Ireland is called “The Emerald Isle”. The green was translucent.

Iseult gazed out the window. She had been stuck on a sentence for two days now. “Herman raised the axe”. Iseult knew she couldn’t kill off Aoibhinn, the heroine, so early in the novel. It was after all only page 19.

“Herman raised the axe.” What comes next? How could Aoibhinn escape this inevitable fate? Does she bend down to pat the dog and thus escape the plunging axe head? No! No! It’s all too predictable. Simply bending to pat a dog and escaping murder is so gauche. Maybe Iseult had made a mistake modelling Herman on the guy who comes to mow her lawns – he was too much an unexciting character. His personality didn’t advance the plot.

Outside the window a thrush was singing its heart out in the rain. Now there’s a sentence, thought Iseult. “Herman raised the axe. Outside the window a thrush was singing its heart out in the rain.”

Iseult typed the new sentence. At least she was one sentence further on. It’s fun, she thought, that what I type is actually happening! Outside the window a thrush was singing…

Herman raised the axe. Outside the window a thrush was singing its heart out in the rain. Iseult bent down to pat the dog.

(The real Iseult blogs HERE. There she reviews many a book. Her own novel – “7 Days in Hell” – is available on Amazon. Sometime ago, in the comments on my blog, Iseult expressed a mild desire to be a “victim” in one of my stories! Hence today’s gentle, though callous, plot.)

53 thoughts on “1874. Outside a thrush was singing

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  2. badfinger20 (Max)

    When will Max come to a sticky end?
    I only have one request if I get that supreme honor…This has to be in the story… “There is skulduggery afoot”

    I simply love that phrase Bruce…if I gotta die…I want to die with skulduggery afoot.

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      1. badfinger20 (Max)

        I’m caught up and ready to be hacked, shot, thrown down an elevator shaft, or poisoned…any day! Even if it’s a year from now…I’ll be ready. I’ll tell my next of kin. She will throw a party.

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                  1. badfinger20 (Max)

                    I know…I’m sounding awful eager to be killed aren’t I?
                    Ahh… I do it in the spirit of a good story. To be killed by Bruce…a bucket list item checked off.

                    Do your worse Bruce!

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                    1. badfinger20 (Max)

                      Bruce i have nothing but confidence in you and very little of that.

                      I pulled out a Groucho line…it just felt right.

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  3. arlingwoman

    Oh I liked this one. The suspense built quite suddenly. Since it’s early on in the novel, I don’t fear for Iseult. What frightful axe is on her site!! Perhaps the axe that was being raised??

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