Noise
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"Voices, shouts, whispers and noise, a deafening noise coming from the cupboard of the Lady Mullygan, a story, a crime, a mystery and a triumph of good over evil planning above all things"
The Pantry of the Mullygan Lady. Introduction.
Thanks to that I practice a method and have a tight program can cope with so much literary activity, but skipping the rules today I will try to make up a story and a poem dedicated to the suspense and that ancient feeling called fear.
Fear, noise, uncertainty and loneliness, yet feared fear necessary for humanity, is the fear that always prevents us from any danger and makes us react, because of that fear has become a spectacle, fear canned in written or visual form. Fear equals phobia, and there is never a major phobia that which causes death, fear of the suspense surrounding the grim reaper, a complete unknown to men despite daily life and despite the thousands of years that inhabits the Earth. The suspense of death, noise, fear, uncertainty and darkness are attributes that always accompany the anxiety generated by the death.
The suspense is a grateful genre, how it occurs with the black novel has thousands of topics, forms, themes and styles, and a stellar theme within the thriller are the murders, all the myths and some creatures of legend.
Made this subsection on suspense, still unaware that write start the story.
The Pantry of the Lady Mullygan. Chapter I.
Robert and Rose Blosse had acquired the old House of the Mullygan with the intention of restoring it and make their home in it, Robert was a successful broker that allowed Rose to write and take care of the home, Robert wanted to marry and have two or three children with Rose, but she faced that prospect always seemed to doubt.
They only carried two days installed at The Garden House when Rose between dreams heard some strange noises, joined and watched as Robert next to it completely asleep, but when a stealthy noise is delivered fully to sleep again you beat it.
Rose and followed the source of the noise, down the stairs, noise could be heard much clearer, its origin seemed to come from the kitchen, Rose with a decided step opened the door, as he entered the noise ceased and Rose instead heard a complaint that as a coming thunder of a guttural and strident voice warned him of a total and real danger that in the impending crossed his path and that cast a shadow threat to the destination.
He went up to the bedroom, over-excited aroused Robert, this after the explanations believing that it was an intruder grabbed his revolver and bass followed by Rose to the kitchen, but there was absolutely no one.
-Suffered a nightmare House change has brought you affect you not give more turns, the only thing that you will get will be sugestionar you, at home there is nothing and no one out of the ordinary, hahahahahahaha, I think that you see many films thriller TV.
Rose very dismayed replied to Robert quite angry.
-You know that in relation to the esoteric too grid-minded I have, I can assure you that I heard something real, that strange noise woke me, look, have been me all the creeps just remember it.
Robert found that blondes and fragile beautiful rose suddenly it stood hard as if it were asparagus, much more serious asked:
-What exactly happened?
* Noise *
I was awakened by that strange noise,
I went down the stairs and into the living room,
It sounded like a heart in a drawer,
The kitchen called me as a prayer,
The noise ceased as it sounded like the curse.
It penetrated me that obscene noise,
I felt the hell inside the room,
I felt the fear, anguish and despair,
It sounded like the noise as a curse,
Noise, voices and remember a prayer.
I was awakened by that strange noise,
It sounded like a heart in a drawer,
I went down the stairs and into the living room,
Kitchen attracted me like a curse,
The noise ceased whispering a prayer.
Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.
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* El Ruido *
Me despert贸 ese extra帽o ruido,
baj茅 las escaleras y entre en el sal贸n,
sonaba como un coraz贸n en un caj贸n,
la cocina me llamaba como una oraci贸n,
el ruido ces贸 mientras sonaba la maldici贸n.
Me penetr贸 ese ruido obsceno,
sent铆 el infierno dentro de la habitaci贸n,
sent铆 el miedo, la angustia y la desaz贸n,
sonaba el ruido como una maldici贸n,
ruido, voces y sin acordarme de una oraci贸n.
Me despert贸 ese extra帽o ruido,
sonaba como un coraz贸n en un caj贸n,
baj茅 las escaleras y entre en el sal贸n,
la cocina me atra铆a como una maldici贸n,
el ruido ces贸 mientras susurraba una oraci贸n.
Lucas Lazar. Contando Historias.
It will continue to...
"Noises and voices from the pantry of the Lady Mullygan, messages, notices and warnings made without provenance with a mission and a target, to predict tragedies, misfortunes, fatality and fear. Fear always leads to turn the head back and when looking in regular way back is in danger of not find nothing more than disturbing shadows"
The Pantry of the Lady Mullygan. Introduction
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Well narrated story, my applause, my vote
Regards & Love
Williamsji Maveli
When it is has been mocked many times, when a reader reads one of my writings and like always I feel a great comfort, also a great joy, but when people say it is a poet of the likes of Willy Maveli, the joy is even greater. An artist of this forum, is shocked at the praise from readers and think that they are making a mockery of it, a little bit of confidence in itself would not come you bad. Great geniuses are never pretentious, that's true, but a little confidence in themselves is essential to promote themselves as artists and positioning where corresponds them, in the place occupied by so many mediocre artists and bogus.
Greetings, and thank you for answering, I term not accustomed to those readers anonymous that read, but never say anything, with respect, you can even say that the writing is a joke, or you simply do not like.
I enjoyed this, interesting, very compelling read
CO
Normally the writers before writing a novel made a sketch of the story then develop it, in my case is different, I start a story without knowing that way I will continue, there are times that I miss and have to abandon it, other the story flows smoothly until you get to the point and end. This story will not be the fate of another pantry, hahahahahaha, the Pantry of the Lady Livingston, a psychological thriller that takes place in that grey and rarefied atmosphere of the city of Portland. Not be when I finish this story, possibly between the remainder of August and beginning of September will publish the two remaining chapters, before I have to publish history dedicated to The Patient, also "Love and Rockets" I want to publish it all before the start of September, and between all that still have to prepare The Ninth Grain.
Greetings to all, I love that a character as Curious was fixed in this story.
great write it gets my vote. sometimes it is hard for me to follow when others have already commented lol they steal all the words I would love to write.
Thank you very much, I have to say that the words have no owner for which not is stolen, simply are caught borrowed. A greeting.
* Noise * GREAT..... kind聽of Edgar Allen Poe ish.....LIKE IT A LOT.
Hello Mark, it fills me with pride you liked noise, not thought of Edgard Allan Poe as I wrote it, but it is also true that the writer of Baltimore is one of my favorite writers. I have written much about Poe, stories, poems and some that another essay inspired by the work of the suffering and misunderstood author trying to explain the harassment and demolition which was submitted by the Grisword fan, but on this occasion, most in Poe, I inspired by another great author, the always disturbing Ira Levin.
"And while a stationary Crow he stared at me I shouted so that everyone could listen to me. Non, non...
Never again!
A greeting.