Of Monsters and Men - Little Talks

Concerto for Matilda

In the spring he bought a battered old piano and sat every night in his candlelit room playing Beethoven and Bach until his fingers grew tired. He would fall asleep at his stool to dream of his beloved Matilda for whom he practised.

By the next spring the man’s fingers had grown so dexterous they would jump from key to key effortlessly in a joyful dance.

It was May when he woke one morning and knew he was ready. He wrote a letter to Matilda:

The Cavern

Friday 10^th - 10pm

An Admirer

The night sky was cloudless and full of stars as he walked the half mile to The Cavern – the local club for musicians and appreciators of music. He was nervous, not to play in front of a crowd for the first time, but to perform in front of her.

His nerves soon dispersed as he touched the magnificent grand piano, centre stage. His fingers came alive. They flew from note to note with such delicate precision that the audience were entranced. Through the crowd a pale face shone, eyes aflame with lust under auburn curls. He played for her, his Matilda.

That night the two side-stepped their way home to his apartment, already intertwined - and so began their love affair. Their passion was unmatched; every night instead of the piano he would play her soft warm skin.

Every morning he woke beside his beloved, his fingers a little stiffer, a little clumsier. Months passed and every night he would wake half out of bed, arms stretched longingly towards his piano. Matilda would pull him back into the confines of her loving embrace. She covered up the piano with a cloth saying it was old and dusty, saying ‘You have me now, am I not all you’ll ever need?’

The day came when his hands couldn’t take it anymore, they took Matilda by the hair and threw her out the sixth storey window.

Too much his fingers missed the cold hard ivory they had become so familiar with.

This is the first flash fiction piece that I wrote and though it is a story that I am very fond of, I have decided to not try and publish it and instead self-publish it here and on my website. So, I don't know, people might see who I am... or something.

Dry The River...

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First post in a while and it's yet another egocentric one. You may have noticed a change in blog title as well - I think I'm getting a bit old for cheap alliteration (still up for a bit of crappy word play in the post titles ^). You'll be happy to hear it's still the same self-centred babble that would annoy the hell out of me if it wasn't about... me.

So I'm basically updating you on my 'journey' (word used with a hefty amount of disdain) into my life as a proper person of the 21st Century. What with Blogs and Facebook and more recently Twitter the next logical step was to get my very own website. So today I designed and built a website called www.teaganlucas.co.uk, follow the link. It's a work in progress, most of what I've written isn't thought through, more something to fill the pages than anything else.

I designed the website on weebly.com and bought the domain name off a website called heartinternet.com. I pondered for a while whether to buy the domain 'teaganlucas', because I don't know whether I'll always be called Teagan. My thinking behind possibly not always having this name is that I have a love hate relationship with my name. Because it is predominantly a girls name I often get into awkward situations meeting people who have preconceptions on how I might look/what sex I am. But after pondering I decided fuck it, Teagan is my parent given name and I'll wear it proudly till I die.

That tough decision over with... it was about £6 to buy the domain name for two years (inc. VAT), which I think is a bloody good deal. I designed the site for free on the fore-mentioned site. It's not the best place to make websites, I'd of liked to make it on Dreamweaver but it is harder to set up a host, whereas Weebly host it for you. I guess it's not so bad if you know how to fiddle around with HTML and CSS (not the band), which I have a little knowledge of (mis-spent myspace youth). All I really did was take a layout, muck about with the colours a bit and get rid of the banner that rudely announced 'designed and hosted by Weebly'.

But really go check it out. If you're reading this from the future, which of course you are (only I'm reading it in the present), and if your hands haven't fallen off due to radiation poisoning or alternatively you're not having too much fun on your hoverboards, check it out. I might have written something interesting by now.

www.teaganlucas.co.uk

So yeah. That was pretty much the dullest blog post I've ever done. I hope you feel cheated.

Here is some American kid to inject some prozac into these prosaic passages. Pow.