CONGRATULATIONS, Your Hon.!
First off; thank you
Teresa for your vote! I was very surprised to have snared a vote from the other side of the pond what with all the Anglo-centric details. Thanks also for the listings
Mr Orange,
TDZ and
Yer Hon.
I said earlier I'd post an explanation for why I thought my kind voters wasted a vote on my piece. I had been indecisive on which story to post and in the end went with the lighter one. Although I counted my words three times over, I missed the comma which should have been a full stop - I figured that signaled my downfall! So to have a mention from
Yer Hon. and a vote from
Teresa along with the other mentions and votes made me wonder if people had noticed it. I'm sure
Chrispy would have/did.
I'd juggled two ideas as to what I'd submit; on one hand the picture made me think of stone circles and all that neolithic rum-te-tum, but on the other hand it made me think of a whale's fin and that evolved to a young beachcomber who found the bones of a whale fin on the beach - he made door knockers out of them. Apart from that, I only had a last line which was
There's something so beautiful and organic about a door knocker than you can't get with a bell; but this patella was really difficult to set. Which meant finding a way to give this boy some history that turned him into a monster who killed so he could carve door knockers out of human bones. I've been writing a lot of dark stuff recently and I just wanted a break from the toxic feeling those stories leave me with. I'm glad I did
Phyre, thank you for putting me in the top running. I actually love N but didn't think of it as I wrote the story. If anyone wants a very creepy short story, read N. Do it!
I'm glad you liked it. I had high hopes for this story but it didn't take with most people this month which is totally fine. There are so many good stories I don't let it get me down.
That's a healthy approach; if you think about it in other terms, if this hadn't been a contest, you'd not even think about the votes - it's all about the mentions (and you seem to be doing pretty well getting things published, lately)
. Glad you like
N. Have you seen the graphic novel on
Youtube? It's about half an hour long and is great!
If anyone is interested in the origins of my story, though I loved the image I had absolutely no idea what to write and was badgering the Judicial Helpmeet for thoughts yet again, and he said the sculpture looked like a speaker of some kind with those holes in it, but I couldn't get anywhere with that. Then on the Saturday morning as we set off shopping the phrase "Old man Yew" came to me, so I was traipsing round the fruit and veg aisles pondering ideas about an aged tree in a forest (which is where the "Older than the birch, younger than the mangrove" came from, which I liked enough to keep), but that went nowhere as well. But as I was repeating "Old man Yew" to myself as I liked the line, it transmuted into "Old man Yu" and I had an image of a Chinese village, and at the same time the idea of people saying one thing but meaning another, and when I finally began writing the speaker idea came back. The title was the last thing to come, but I like a good pun now and then.
Quite a coincidence bearing in mind the Yew history of Kingley Vale.
Not sure if this qualifies as a story -- and it certainly isn't as interesting as the entries -- but the sculpture is by
Walter Bailey, and is located at a site called Kingley Vale near where I live, which is famed for its yew forest (the most extensive in Europe, I think) and was the UK's first National Nature Reserve.
The sculpture is called "The Spirit of Kingley Vale" and was carved from a single piece of yew wood from a tree felled in the great storm of 1987, which brought down many mature trees round here.
I've been there! My friend in Gosport took me in 2011 and I had planned on uploading some pics here but they're so badly focused (and I need a shave) I'm too ashamed
I didn't see "The Spirit of Kingley Vale" but went into the Yew 'Cathedral'. There's a lovely energy about the place, and I've never seen that many goldfinches since (or before!)
pH