I love creating characters and this one is one of my favourites – he’s for a fairy-tale style story, but he has to be the most vain, useless and inept knight going. There is also in the story a magician, a witch, a fortune teller and of course a hero/heroine.
He sat in a glamorous knightly pose. He checked his reflection in his sparkling armour and brushed an imaginary fingerprint away. His “How To…” book was open at his favourite chapter about rescuing princesses. His white steed was grazing alongside the meandering stream. Willows dangled prettily. It was a perfect scene for rescuing a damsel in distress. His silver armour shone to perfection. He ran his finger under the collar. Wearing armour was hot work. He picked up his shield and checked his reflection. He looked good, better than the others anyway. Hair – blonde and recently trimmed by Manuel (his stylist). Stubble – just showing. It gave the girls a thrill and it looked like he’d been too busy slaying dragons to shave. Physique – tough. He worked on his thrust and parry daily. Overall – brave because of the sword, gentle because of the poetry reciting and the rose he carried (silk because he’d taken so long to find a damsel in distress that any normal rose would have wilted with boredom). He surveyed the competition around him – a field full of knights just like him.
I think that I first was inspired with this character when I saw a figure in a hat on the back of my wardrobe door when I was a child. (It was actually a dressing gown/coats hung on a hook, but it could have been a mysterious figure like the Shadow Man! This is a small excerpt of a new story about a child who hears noises under the bed and has to go and investigate! Let me know what you think!
Silently a figure stepped out from among the folds of the dressing gown and coats hanging on the back of the door, dressed in a tricorne hat and a cloak with a deep red velvet lining. His boots were leather and glistened in the moonlight, and he wore a shiny sword in his belt. Noiselessly he moved around Jamie’s room calming the curtains dancing at the window and righting the sad pile of books lying twitching on the floor.
Jamie watched all this trembling under safety of his duvet, afraid to set foot on the floor, in case the shadows caught him and the fierce monster who lived in the chasm gobbled him up. The Shadow Man showed no fear of the noises under the bed. He stepped up to the edge of the bed, towering in the darkness. Jamie hid his head under the covers. Close up he was quite terrifying – he must have been a hundred feet tall and his face was scarred and his eyes were dark under his hat. He looked as though he might know all of your secrets. His hand rested on the sword in his belt and Jamie could now see that there was also a pistol tucked into the folds of his cloak – not one of the ones that soldiers had nowadays. This one looked old and worn but it shined as if it was polished regularly. “James,” he said, and his voice was soft and gravelly. How does he know my name? Jamie asked himself. “James, you must come with me. We have work to do.”
So my idea is for a story about the levels of plastic in our seas…this is just one article full of scary inspiration! There will be more info to follow soon including some initial artwork! Very exciting 🙂 CLICK HERE
I hope that you enjoyed “The Girl from the Sea”. Let me know in the comments section what you thought.
In other news….it’s time for a new adventure! I am in the process of writing a new story about the state of our oceans and of how that there will be more plastic in our seas than fish in 50 years or so. This idea terrifies me so I’m trying to find a way to make the story positive!
I will keep you posted, but in the meantime this article is some of the inspiration behind the story!