William P Thomson

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‘The BoCheK Tales’ Series 1

Sunday, 16 September, 2012

‘The BoCheK Tales’ Series 1

Hello, good people, I told you I’d be back.

The only book I have on Amazon-Kindle at the moment is Series 1 of ‘The BoCheK Tales’. Eight rather weird, tongue-in-cheek, sometimes “naughty” little Tales for your pleasure. Essentially, it’s a fun collection. Series 2 will be of much darker fare.

It has been suggested that I tell you all a little more about each ‘Tale’ in this first Series. I did mention them some months ago, but only a few, and in the most general terms. Here I shall be a little more specific. Here we go:

Tale 1: Blow!

I had this festering in my brain for quite a long time before committing it to paper, some years ago. A fellow had a most unfortunate gift; that of being able to play a post horn, not by way of mouth, but by way of rectum! Also, he could only manage one tune, which was, appropriately, ‘The Post Horn Gallop’!! Alack and Alas, in doing this wondrous thing, much wind and heat was generated, with rather unfortunate results.

Tale 2: Chopsticks.

This sad little ‘Tale’ relates the tragedy that occurred when a would-be-Shirley Temple was given a piano to play with. She only mastered (and that’s an exaggeration) the age-old tune ‘Chop-sticks’. Whilst mother was as pleased as only a mother could be, daddy was not so impressed – after the 100th playing of the said tune. Not to put too fine a point on it, he went quite mad, and the result of that was not exactly nice!

Tale 3: Cowboy.

Father loved cowboys, as did his son. Father loved Gary Cooper, as much as the son hated him. The issue was resolved, after a fashion, in dream. Mother wasn’t best pleased. Mmmmmmmmm!

Tale 4: Stuffed!

This is the ‘Tale’ of a taxidermist who stuffed things ….. anything and everything. He made Norman Bates seem like a Choirboy by comparison.

Tale 5: Van.

I wrote this when an Aussie friend who was working in London told me of a problem she had. She and her friends had bought a second hand “people van”. By the time they’d finished with it, it wasn’t even of value as scrap metal. It had to be all but given away. On hearing this, I came up with a ‘Tale’: Van. Only my little van did not take kindly to someone about to take a hammer and blow torch to it, so sort of, kind of ….. fought back!

Tale 6: Nasty.

Another sad little ‘Tale’ of a father not getting on with his son. The more so as the former was a rough, down-to-earth person, and the latter was into things …… magic. And not just any old magic, but black magic. Into this equation came a sweet little goldfish, whom father christened ‘Nasty’. And that is how the ‘Tale’ itself became …. nasty. Very nasty.

Tale 7: Tube.

Another ‘Tale’ based, in the extreme, on a reality. A friend at work did not like tube trains too much. And the Northern Line, in particular. Such being so, I wrote the ‘Tale’ of a Northern Line tube train that made for a somewhat different, Hellish kind of journey.

Tale 8: ‘Lovebody and Blue’.

The last ‘Tale’ in this first Series is somewhat tongue-in-cheek lewd and blue, if you get my meaning. For some, it will tarnish the reputation of The Cafe le Grande and a world renowned Medical institution. To others, it would elevate them to the Land of Lust for the Gods! More than that I cannot reveal here, as it may give pacemakers pause for thought and truly overload our wonderful and rightly venerated National Health Service. And the Cafe le Grande? It will certainly give one food for thought, and that’s putting it mildly!

Well, I hope that’s titillated your taste buds. Now all you have to do is eat; that’s to say, buy and read, and all for the princely sum of £1.99p.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/BoChek-Madness-Murderous-Macabre-ebook/dp/B008FR884K/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1347831849&sr=8-1

PT

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‘BROTHER MIND’, ‘SHADOWMAN’, Albert Camus and I

Sat. 15 Sept. 2012

‘BROTHER MIND’, ‘SHADOWMAN’, Albert Camus and I

And that hoary old chestnut again – the Duality of Man.

Hello, Good People.

Thak you to those who have been complimentary to my scribble about my horror novella ‘SHADOWMAN’. Also, early on Friday evening, I had read another of my short stories (just 35 pages long). It was also horror, only more so, because the sort of person I wrote about is a reality. They really do exist, are out there, and do the things that they do. When (and if) caught, they appear to be ordinary, even mundane. No ‘Hannibal Lecter’ they. And yet, by the look of their eyes, the words they speak and the signature of their crimes, it is quite evident that they are not as we. They inhabit a different place. Their very own, very real Hell on earth, but seldom know it. The story’s entitled ‘BROTHER MIND’. It tells of his crime and the consequence. I don’t name him, give him a history. He is of the moment, as is his crime. He is a schizo-psycho-sociopath. He didn’t ask to be, he simply was. Others can debate if he was formed by nature or nurture.

As to the why of the writing. Well, a long time ago I read a story by Albert Camus, the French existentialist writer and Nobel prize winner. The novel was called ‘The Outsider’. What I loved about it (what I can remember, that is) was the clarity of the story, almost straight through, A to Z. However, there was deviation towards the end. At the time of reading it, I thought to myself ‘I’ll ‘ave some of that!’ One day I will write a story; crystal clear, concise, no deviation. Well, years later I did: ‘BROTHER MIND’. Even so, I have to confess, I did deviate just a little, in the last few pages. In passing, I would suggest, it can only be attempted if one has a “simple” tale to tell.

When will ‘BROTHER MIND’ go on to Kindle? One day. One day.

PT

‘The BoCheK Tales, Series 1’

Sunday, 9 September, 2012

IT’S THERE TO READ – NOW!

The first series of ‘THE BOCHEK TALES’ is on Kindle.

The stories in this first series are a little off kilter, tongue-in-cheek, perhaps a little weird. And what do I mean by that?

Read ‘em and find out! J

‘To sleep, perchance to dream’

Sunday, 9 September, 2012

‘To sleep, perchance to dream …’

Hello, Good People!

Well, today I finished the final ‘GEORGE’ story, and in the construct I told you I would. A rather dark conclusion, and with a double ending. The first being a ‘nice one’ (sort of), but the second more, what can I say?, of an Edgar Allan Poe hue. I’ll let you know when it goes on Kindle.

I’m now relaxing for a little while, although SWMBO tells me to stay off my butt and do more …. on this blog site!

The next thing I will write shall be a jolly little piece entitled ‘BLOOD’. The horror of it will be in the fact that the essence of it WILL BE FACTUAL! Ooooooooo!

Before I bring this little entry to a close, a question: How easy do you think it is to write a story, especially of the darker variety?

Have a go, and to goad you a little, I’ll start you off. Here we go ………………

In the normal scheme of things, I do not hold anything against death. Just as we have light, so we must have dark; as we have life, so we must have death.

I have only one slight problem with this enlightened view. As I write this, I just happen to be dead.

Over to you, boys and girls!

‘Byeeeeeee J

Endings

Friday, 7 September, 2012 7pm

Hello once more.

Well, for better or worse, I have finished the last story in the ‘GEORGE’ series (‘Stories for young adults’). Mind you, I’ll be spending the next few days or so on corrections and editing.

Remember I was talking about endings? To scare the little dears shitless, or be good, and provide a nice, sweet, rounded end? I did also speak of a possible double ending. Well, I hedged my bets. It has two endings. The second is the dark one, but not in-your-face blood and gore. Hopefully, a little more subtle than that. At least being partially honest in my endeavours.

One other thing. It took me three days to even make a start on the story. Once I did, it was done in a day. Writing can be a weird past-time.

Never ….!

Tuesday, 4 September, 2012

Hello, you lovely people. If I may advise, if you might be considering doing so, NEVER commit to stone any intention as to how you intend to write something. In a recent entry on my blog site, I did state how I would be going about writing the final ‘GEORGE’ story. Something about a ‘dual’ ending; a nice ‘sweet, cosy’ one, and one of a rather dark hue. As I now begin writing this final story, it just doesn’t stack up well. Too restrictive. So, I hope I shall return to going with the flow and let be what shall be. DOH! L

Note: You’ll see that I have put the date of this entry. I should have been doing this from the very first. In the past year or so, I have regretted I did not date my writings over the years in a like way. Such has been the life.

Two Into One?

Two Into One?

Hello, you lovely readers.

As of this moment (Friday, midday, August 31, 2012), I have just completed the penultimate ‘GEORGE’ story. Mind you, I’ll spend the next few days working on corrections and editing of same before I send it over to SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed! Remember?). Once done, it also means looming large is the matter of the final story. If you go back to my piece headed ‘BOO!’, that I put on the blog a week or so ago, you will be reminded of one possible problem I saw pending.

Horror. To do or not to do?, that was the question. No, probably not. Suffer little children not to scream! Perhaps a little something ‘off centre’. Maybe along the lines of the ending of ‘The Wizard of Oz’, only on “speed”! Yes, that has a certain taste to it. But, can that alone conclude the ‘GEORGE’ series? If not, what to do? How about two endings? If so, how to do?

Well, my idea is to confine the ending to the last page, which itself will be in two parts – top and bottom. In the former, I shall end in a manner fitting to all that has gone before. The adult reading to the child can satisfy the latter with a nice closureto all. For the reader, he or she, they can read the bottom half of the page, and perhaps enjoy something of a slightly darker shade.

But, you may ask, what if the child alone is reading the story? Aye, there’s the rub.

Goodnight, children …. everywhere!

MINDHORIZON: a ‘tool’ in writing

MINDHORIZON: A ‘tool’ in writing

Hello, good people. Something happened a few nights ago, that relates to my writing. I thought it might interest you. I’m coming to the end of writing the ‘GEORGE’ stories, and had a problem; the ending itself. How best to conclude the 14th and final story and the two series as a whole. I had one thing in mind, but it would not have been appropriate. After all, they’re stories for children! Then, a few nights ago, I stirred in sleep. In so doing I realised I was still in the state of sleep, yet beginning to have conscious thought of that very fact. I was, in reality, in the state of ‘MINDHORIZON’, on the cusp between the sleeping and conscious states. What hypnotherapists call the Awakened Sleep, or the Hypnogogic state. Of itself, very powerful. The mind is divested of all interferences. Mental “white sound”, if you will. Everything is exceedingly clear, nothing to impair the progress of imagination. The trick is to stay in that state. Think too hard and you end up passing into the conscious state. Put more simply, waking up! I have been able to enter ‘MINDHORIZON’ on occasion, but never held it too long. You do it as you’re starting to come out of sleep, not going into it. You must be aware the moment you enter and make use of it, creatively, as quickly and gently as possible. So, stick to just the one creative problem you have, and not begin to tax yourself with it. Try too hard, in other words. I got my answer in that state, re ‘GEORGE’. It was simplicity itself: dreams.

It is said that two classics of the horror genre came via dreams. Mary Shelley’s ‘FRANKENSTEIN’ and Robert Louis Stevenson’s ‘DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE’. Indeed, in the case of the latter, it seems the story was all but complete, and when Stevenson awoke he committed it to paper in haste. When he showed it to his wife, she advised that he could never show such horror in the printed word to any publisher. He toned it down and, as they say, the rest is history.

So ….

‘In dead of night, in depth of sleep,

I dreamt the deadly dream ….’

That’s it. Sleep well!

PT

(William P Thomson)

PS: To know more about the MIND’SFLIGHT concept, click on to the website.

“The horror …. The horror”.

“The horror …… The horror.”

(Courtesy of Colonel Kurtz, “Apocalypse Now”)

So, why am I inclined more to writing horror stories?

I suppose one reason would be that the possibilities within this particular genre are infinite; no rules, no restrictions and no boundaries. Party time!

Perhaps the ultimate skill of the best of the horror writers is that they strive to make the impossible appear possible, and the unbelievable to come across as believable.

Let’s look at an all-time classic, Mary Shelley’s ‘FRANKENSTEIN’. The reason I pick this great work will soon become quite obvious.

Some might say the text was a little too flowery, even OTT. However, certainly the circles in which she moved, it was hardly surprising, with the great poets Percy Bysshe Shelley and the ‘mad, bad and dangerous to know’ Lord Byron for company. The former also being, of course, Mary’s husband.

The background for Mary’s inspired Gothic horror was substance enough for inspiration. Electricity had been discovered and, amongst other things, the Medical fraternity was experimenting with the new ‘power source’. Such included passing bursts of electricity through severed limbs and whole bodies of dead animals. Then likewise, with the detached limbs and whole bodies of dead human beings. Madness, in the guise of medical research and advancement. The more deluded believing they were restoring life to things dead when, in truth, they were simply producing little more than reflex responses, stimulated into being by the electrical currents being passed through the dead flesh, muscle, sinew and tissues. What real material to fire an already ripe and eager imagination!

In the Forward pages to Robert C. W. Ettinger’s ‘Prospects of Immortality’, he dealt with two specific things, one being the use of Cryogenics within the science of Medicine.

For Mary Shelley, electricity was the launch pad for Doctor Frankenstein. In my modern, parallel story, ‘PROMETHEUS ASCENDING’, Cryogenics was the launch pad for the neurosurgeon, Carvel. Whilst Mary’s vision of Hell is still a nightmare some way off, waiting to become probable, what is addressed in ‘PROMETHEUS ASCENDING’ is already much closer. With every passing year, it moves closer to the realm of clear and present nightmare, and a not too far distant reality. The improbable made probable; the unbelievable made believable.

In quite deliberately writing fantasy horror (as opposed to the genuine horrors within the real world), most still try to give their works a substance, a reality amidst the unreality of the stories they write, even a certain respectability. Explained in a more immediate, basic level, not taking the reader to be a fool to be fooled.

Taking a step back ….. horror can also be fun, of course, as I hope some of my ‘BoCheK Tales’ show.

For now, sleep well, or at least as well as the dark of the night and your imagination will allow.

PT

(William P Thomson)

S & P and BOO!

S & P

No, no, you’re thinking about S&M. Naughty!

I just want to highlight, for a moment, Spelling and Punctuation.

SPELLING

As I’ve stated, I’m no academic. When I began to ‘write for real’, I placed a pocket dictionary at my elbow as I sat at ( then) my typewriter, and do so to this day (as I sit at my laptop).

When I first used a dictionary (many moons ago), I thought it something not unlike a ‘Catch-22’ set-up. I mean, how can one find the word one wishes to spell correctly, when one begins trying to find a word one cannot spell in the first place!? Just an idle thought.

I became reasonable proficient over the years. When I get caught out, it’s usually because I’m sure I know how to spell the offending word. DOH!

PUNCTUATION

With punctuation it’s more interesting. I was never much cop at it, but got a little better. However, truth to tell, more often than not, I write for the narrator of my story, be they speaking aloud or ‘within their mind’. In other words, how I believe it should be read. I write very specifically for the ear much of the time. And, much of the time of course, the narrator is the reader, reading for his or herself alone. I hope that makes some sort of sense to you. I believe it all came about for two specific reasons. Firstly, as I was trained in drama (speaking aloud the lines) and, secondly, perhaps even more so, because my first ‘break’ was writing for RADIO! So, there you go.

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BOO!!

Question: To what degree can, should one, set about scaring kids shitless? Discuss.

In truth, not really. More a case of just a little. I mean, just cap an eyeful of the grim fairytales of the Brothers Grimm. Mind you, they were German! Steven Spielberg came up with an interesting observation. When they did some test screenings of his monster hit “JAWS”, he said it was the adults who screamed in genuine shock and fear of what they viewed, whilst the kids whooped with glee and screamed their delight at the gory bits …. not to mention cheering for the shark! Don’t you just love the little b …….s* !? (* beauts, that is). I raise this issue simply because of how I intend to conclude the “GEORGE” stories (‘For Young Adults’).

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That’s all, folks!

PT

William P Thomson

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