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They called her Daydream Girl.

Eyes, tucked away in the letters of books, spine crackled and binding frayed. She was music, tripping up over loose pavement stone in the hopes of digging out stories long ago buried in the sands of time.

Her hands were skeleton keys pushed into every lock on sunken chests pulled up from abandoned rib-cages. Took care not to hurt the crustaceans as she pulled them away mail-link by mail-link until only the under armour remained.

She poured laughter down my throat and burnt out my lungs with song. Left me bellowing misty dragons into the night. Ran my hands across the tempo of her chest and told me to dance with the beat.




They will not tell me where to find her again.

These words are brittle,

there is nothing of you here

and I am tired.
Port three was busted again, but instead of looking into the problem Sanuth was examining the hairy wart perched rather precariously on the very tip of a very generic ambassador's nose, from yet another trade federation who thought their backwater solar system entitled them to some sort of reverence.

‘Umhum,’ Sanuth nodded, eyes still fixed on the wart. It twitched any time the ambassador said a word beginning with s.

‘I really don’t understand the problem here,’ grumbled the envoy. He was tall and thin, except for his stomach which splurged out suddenly at the waist. That was as much as Sanuth had noticed before the wart. The wart was green and blotchy with three yellow hairs which curled into exactly four loops each. It looked a little like Sanuth’s Aunt Barbara.

‘I mean really,’ said the envoy, ‘anyone would think that Hemrath wished to shun our offer to open trade routes with them? You did explain to them who we were did you not?’

There was a pause and Sanuth realised he was supposed to be responding.

‘Uh?’ he hesitated and broke his staring contest with the ambassador’s wart. ‘Pardon?’

The Ambassador flushed orange around his gills and flared his nostrils.

‘The Councilers of Hemrath,’ he said. ‘You did tell them who you had been sent to represent did you not?’

‘Of course, of course,’ said Sanuth. He vaguely remembered ordering Captain Tust to Hemrath a month back on some sort of trade alliance thing, but that might have been with the Ramborn Alliance. Come to think of it, the nose-wart ambassador might have even been a member of the Ramborn alliance, he’d already forgotten the guy's name.

‘Well you know the Hemrath,’ shrugged Sanuth. ‘They can be a prickly bunch at the best of times.’ He tapped at the hologram on his desktop and tried to flick aside a document on new steel infrastructures for endangered marshlands. The screen fizzed for a moment and then went black. Swearing, Sanuth punched it which made it flash green and then yellow, before going back to black. He looked up at the ambassador sitting on the opposite side of the desk.

‘You promised to convince them,’ gritted out the ambassador. ‘You gave us your word.’

‘I gave you my word to do all I could,’ corrected Sanuth. ‘In this case, all that I can do might not be enough. The last trade alliance that approached the Hemrath Council did attempt to threaten them with total extermination if their demands were not met.’

‘I am aware,’ said the ambassador. ‘But that alliance was not this alliance, and I really do think you could have tried a little harder to argue our case to them.’

Sanuth shook his head. The lighting in the office was low and according to the clock projecting onto the wall behind the ambassador’s head, his secretary would be there to start work any minute. He hadn’t even noticed the night arriving, never-mind dawn creep in. Not that dawn really has much impact on a intergalactic super-sub swimming around somewhere in the centre of the known universe.

He groaned and rubbed his knuckles into his eye sockets.

‘What would you like me to do?’ he asked, looking for a way to get the ambassador out of his office as quickly as possible.

‘Something more!’ replied the ambassador. ‘Order them, tax them, demand they meet with us and sign the treaty.’

‘I can’t,’ said Sanuth. ‘Hemrath is technically an independent planet and out of my jurisdiction. Any act of force on my part would be considered an act of war against all independent planets.’

‘You’re worried about a few bureaucrats?’ huffed the ambassador. ‘What will they do? Tell us off from their mighty government chambers on the other side of the universe.’

Sanuth didn’t mention the last commander who’d trod too close to independent soil and tried to swallow past the lump in his throat as he thought about the poor man’s head rolling down the steps of those same mighty, government chambers. The rules were clear, kicking off wars was not okay.

‘I’ll extend an invite for them to treat with you here,’ he suggested. ‘They might be more receptive to meet with you on neutral ground.’

The ambassador open his mouth and then paused, thinking about it. His mouth closed and he nodded.

‘As you suggest then, a meeting on neutral ground.’

Sanuth smiled stood from his chair and held out a hand for the ambassador to shake. He saw the wart twitch as the ambassador stood, shook his hand and then quickly wiped his fingers against the fabric of his robe.

‘I’ll wait to hear the time and exact location of this meeting from you,’ said the ambassador before turning to leave. ‘Make sure it is not too long of a wait. I have important matters back home to attend to.’

‘Of course,’ smiled Sanuth, his cheeks aching as he held it and watched the doors of his office snap shut behind the ambassador.

Looking down at the dead screen on his desk he yanked open the top drawer and pulled out a walkie-talkie with EMERGENCY COMMUNICATION DEVICE stamped on the side. Practically prehistoric but still functioning at least.

‘Tris?’ he called, holding down the little button and praying.

‘Yeah?’ crackled back a familiar voice. ‘Did you break your desk again?’

‘Maybe, I’ll talk to you about that later. I need you to do something for me. It’s that ambassador here about Hemrath.’

‘The one with the wart?’

‘That’s the one! Could you make it look like an accident?’

He heard her sigh rattle through the device.

‘Really, again?’

‘Well you’re the one always telling me that I should do more to prevent war and strife in our little corner of the universe.’

‘I meant donate to a charity or something. Not orchestrate assassinations.’

‘I don’t think he’s important enough for an assassination,’ shrugged Sanuth. ‘Tell you what, I’ll even make a donation to a wart based charity if it makes you happy.’

The walkie-talkie remained silent.


Sanuth shrugged again and chucked the thing back into his drawer.

‘Bloody ambassadors,’ he sighed. ‘Always drumming up trouble.’
I'm back people. Well sort of. I've finally cleared through the back log of notifications hoarded up while I've been busy with dissertation/graduation/moving/new job/adult life! My point is that I made a start.
Down the rabbit hole: Rabbit hole

... I don't even know but it's kind of awesome...


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Carol J Forrester
Artist | Student | Literature
United Kingdom
Miss Carol J Forrester

Born in Shropshire, England, Miss Forrester is currently studying History at Bath Spa University.

With poems published in ‘Here and Now’ by United Press, ‘Express Yourself’ by Young Writers and a self-published collection titled ‘Before The Words Run Out’, poetry was always her first passion. However, with plans for a collection of short stories to be published within the next few months and numerous novels currently at the half-way stage; she is no stranger to prose.


Journal Entry: Mon Mar 10, 2014, 7:51 AM
What is Headquarters?

Well I'm glad you asked little person I just made up.

Headquarters is one of my current projects, a collection of flash fictions that all link in together to create an overall story.

Does that not create world building issues?

Yes. Yes it does. I'm just trying to bumble my way through them and smile as readers point them out to me.

Are you not already snowed under with work?

Once again, yes, yes I am. But anyone who knows me, knows that will do nothing to prevent me from trying to add one more thing to the 'to do' list.

Are you going to annoy readers by removing chapters and completely changing them and therefore the plotline?

No. For once. If you decide to read the current segments up in my gallery then remember they are not designed to be polished, fully thought out story-lines. I'm treating them as a writing exercise to hone my character development and writing skills. [For fun should also be included in that sentence.]

So it's all one big story then?

Sort of. I've now split Headquarters into two individual story-lines. 'Central Command' which is set somewhere in the middle of Europe and 'Safe Haven' which is set in the Midland, England. Granted this is quite a bit in the future after a war has completely reshaped all the previously organised territories.

Feel free to pop over to the gallery and have a read.

  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: The hum of my computer

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Melalina Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2015  Professional General Artist
No computer access let members know Sorry
Sanna2011 Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday! :party: :hug: :cake: :D
parchmentgirl Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you. :D
Sanna2011 Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
your welcome :3
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner May 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:) Just wanted to ask if I could take a peek at your expansion of your expansion of "dirt beneath the cobbles".

I'm sorry if I have been rude or mean in any way towards you, by the way :forgiveme:
parchmentgirl Featured By Owner May 22, 2014  Student Writer
No you've not been rude, sorry I haven't got back to you, I have my history exam tomorrow and alongside family dramas I got swept up. My email is if you email me with yours I'll send you what I have. It's bitty, and split into two versions heading in different directions. 
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner May 23, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
(nodding) I sent you the email.

:) And stay blessed. You're a wonderful writer.
Alexander-Musset Featured By Owner May 15, 2014
Hi, would be nice to chat bout what you're doing with WE sometime.
But mainly was wondering if you could vote on my unnoficial poll. I am researching for a poem thanks.
parchmentgirl Featured By Owner May 21, 2014  Student Writer
Hey there,

Sorry I've been a bit absent, I've got my end of year exam on Friday so I'm busy preparing for that. Once that is out of the way I'll be able to turn my attentions to the group.
anapests-and-ink Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for the fav!
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