Fenton Friday: July Wk 2-Collaborators WANTED

Happy Fenton Friday which is also Friday the 13th (Cue: ch ch ch ah ah ah-did you know that there is some debate about that?). With it being dark and stormy out and the date it’s almost fitting for me to leave work, go home, and horror movie it up. Nope, got to be an adult.

Last Friday I posted asking for input some things about our character(s) and the setting. The first Episode for Fenton had some holes that I just didn’t think of at the time and thought it would be great to get y’alls input with this being a collaborative writing project. Read through the previous post’s questions and chime in. There are NO WRONG IDEAS.

Kristian (I can’t get enough of his short fiction-inspiration to be found over there) offered some BRILLIANT ideas:

  • Abigail does become friends with Fenton, she knows some things about the town but like Fenton, she doesn’t know everything. However, she occasionally knows something unexpected that sets Fenton off in a different direction. Sometimes on a wild goose chase. Fenton sometimes wonders if she is actually deliberately misleading him.
  • How about Lyall’s Deeping? That’s just a suggestion. Deeping is a hollow, it is also an indicator of something hidden.
  • The town is a strange place. A lot of the big stores that blight other cities, like Walmart and Starbucks, cannot seem to get a foothold in this town. Walking into this town is a bit like going back 20 or 30 years. There are a lot of independent small stores and a quaint almost too-good-to-be-true feel of old-time nostalgia. People are neighborly and friendly, but up to a point. If outsiders try to get too close, the shutters come down hard.
  • The towns founding mother is Josephine Baker Lyall. A woman who founded the town to hide a family secret. Her father and she were great scientists who discovered some amazing things, but the cost of those discoveries had to be kept hidden. (How’s that sound?)
  • His Grandmother had a sister who disappeared in Lyall’s Deeping. She spent her life trying to find out what happened. The desk belonged to someone whose name she managed to trace. In the drawer is her sisters Diary.
  • The person who used to own the desk worked for the Lyall family.
  • How about Abigail turns out to be a Lyall. ?

So please check out the last Fenton Friday, comb through and offer up some ideas. This is a collaborative fictional writing project. I’m working (and saving) to get Fenton his own site. Something more fitting to hold episodes but for right now he has his own page here to call home. You can also help by sharing Fenton Friday’s so more artists, writers, anagram gurus and the like to chime in as well. If you would like to personally help with creating collaborative episode check out Fenton’s page and let me know what you can do to help.

 

Fenton Friday: July Week 1

The first episode for Fenton has been posted and I can’t thank everyone enough that has helped with contributions and ideas. We introduced Fenton and the shopkeeper, the founder of the town-a craftsman, Abigail the shopkeeper, and the desk.

Questions are:

  • Is Abigail an important character? Does she become friends with Fenton? Does she offer valuable education about the town and or desk? Does she know the true secrets of the town?
  • We need a name for Fenton’s town. Something foreboding and mysteries. A hidden secret much like the contents of the drawer. A mystery to be solved. There are many town name generators but let’s come up with something awesome! A fitting for a town holding secrets.
  • What does the town look like? Is it busy? Is it small? Is it completely being bought out by big box stores and the desk/secret society hold the key to its survival?
  • The town’s founding mother-she needs a name. Does the town’s name have her name in it? Is it an anagram?
  • And why is Fenton purchasing a desk? Does his grandmother have anything to do with it? Is his grandmother, even though passed away, hold secrets?
  • Does the desk’s previous owner have any significance to the story? Is it a generational tradition?

I still needing help constructing the written episode (writers help!), copy editor (yeah, Grammarly only does so much for free), a possible anagram expert (if we go this route), and researcher.

I would also like to add some visuals to the posts. We need a desk. Picture or painting something mysterious and possible ominous looking. I would also like to add pictures of our made up town. This means-artists, doodlers, photographers, hobbyist you name it, submit a piece and voting will commence.

As always, submit in comments, by email, or form on the Fenton’s very own page. If you would like to help in a different way please share and reblog Fenton’s Friday project.

 

Fenton: Episode 1

The elderly shopkeeper greedily watched Fenton fumble around the antique furniture scoffing at his obvious lack in years of experience. From the angelic glow by his blonde hair to his thick black rimmed glasses she knew she would be able to take from his innocence double an item’s asking price.
‘That particular secretary wouldn’t suit you, dear.’ The keeper interrupted the young man thickly laying on the sweet old motherly act. He was opening drawers and pulling up a chair checking if the desk would fit his tall lanky body.
‘My grandmother had one just like this when I was growing up. She wrote some of her best letters to the family, recipes, and journal entries from her desk.’ He ran his fingers over the worn wooden top wondering if it WAS his grandmothers.
‘This secretary deserves a smart lifestyle, one befitting the wise craftsmanship. I can show you a sturdy desk that will better suit your needs within your budget.’ The shopkeep said trying to lead him to a cheaper commercial crafted desk. She thought she had him sold and would be able to get a markup from the original price.
‘No thank you, ma’am. I would like to purchase this one here.’ he said not lifting his hand from the item and before the old woman could say another word Fenton cooly said through a grin, ‘But not for the price listed. This particular piece of furniture, even though it was created by the town’s founding mother, isn’t worth the asking price. Her work is distinguished by the methods of inlaying different woods but her trademark isn’t engraved on any surface of this piece. It has obviously been neglected over the years and needs some basic restorations to bring it back to its novel glory of decades past. Do you have a certificate of authenticity?’ Fenton finished knowing he would’ve made his grandmother proud. In fact, she was the one that taught him how to haggle the best price out of the crafty antiquarians.
‘I’m sorry son, no I don’t have a certificate. It was lost through the years of passing from generation to generation. But you knowing who made the desk only proves that the price is more than adequate.’ Her voice trembled at the end now understanding her mistake of assuming the young man’s knowledge and negotiating skills. She needed to make a sale though. With the town’s younger generation moving out and it not being an awe-inspiring tourist destination, business was deathly slow.
‘I’ll purchase the desk for half the asking price. I could find one on eBay with a certificate for a better price than what I’m offering.’ Fenton said with confidence. Now if he was doing this correctly she would either call his bluff or….
‘I can’t let it go for that but what I am willing to do is take 25% off and let the matching chair go with it.’ She said more timidly this time knowing her imminent defeat. Fenton realized the shopkeeper was holding out on him.
‘May I see the chair?’ Fenton asked hiding his eagerness. The old woman disappeared into the darkness at the back of the store. The nimble woman reappears with a matching chair in obvious need of some TLC. The remnants of the red velvet cushion were holding on for dear life. When she set the chair down he noticed that the back was loose from the base of the chair. He wasn’t going to sit on it in fear of accidental demolishment.
‘How about I write up the ticket making you the new proud owner.’ She said hoping that the chair was enough to close the deal.
Fenton grinned, nodding in approval. The shopkeeper headed to her counter with the chair and he followed carrying the desk. It quietly rattled which he dismissed as it having loose legs and made a mental note to tighten those.
She quickly wrote out the ticket for the lowered price and handed it to Fenton to look over. ‘If you are not satisfied please bring the item back within 15 days.’
‘I thought there was a no return policy on items?’ Fenton said pointing to the sign behind her.
‘This desk is an exception which is written on your buyer’s ticket.’
‘I don’t think that will be an issue. He pulled cash from his wallet and the desk was his.’
‘Could you sign the guestbook? I send out flyers to customers about specials, coupons, and events.’ She asked shyly.
‘Oh, no problem.’ Fenton filled the register out with his name and address. The keeper spun the book around, ‘It was nice to meet you, Fenton.’ reading his name from the book. ‘I’m Abigail.’
Fenton shook her outreached hand.
‘Thank you. I’m glad to see this shop open. There are so few left in town. I hope to see you around. Thanks again and have a great day.
The bell chimed on the door from behind Fenton as he left the store. He carefully wrapped the desk in blankets and loaded the find in his jeep, beaming at his victory.


Episode Content Contributors:

Kristian
Stuart
The Ministry of Shrawley Walks

Fenton Friday Deadline Approaching

I have made the commitment for the first episode for Fenton Friday to be posted on July 1st. Am I committing to too much? I would like to think no and hope that I have more writers and artists volunteer the skills, opinions, and expertise along the way. If there are any last minute additions that would like to be added in please email or comment below. IF this is your first time following, search Fenton Fridays or Fenton and read from the beginning. I’m sure this will be the beginning of a new adventure…for everyone including our Fenton.

Got to squeeze in some writing lectures and there will be an announcement with the first Fent Episode. Happy Friday!

Writing Course: Write Badly

I’ve decided to take a fiction writing course to help me along with my skills and to also better equip me to keep Fenton Friday’s alive and growing, hoping to capture more bloggers and artist to help him grow in his adventure. I finally reached my first writing prompt in my lecture and the instructor wants me to write badly. Prompt: Write a terribly long boring description about a character from the prompt list. I’m going to apologize now because I had to do this for ten minutes but it gave me an idea to help bring Fenton to life. You won’t offend me if you skip over to my idea for Fenton.

My Chosen Character: A Drunk (seen quite a few of these characters when tending bar)

I just got done wiping down the bar when a man walked in the back door. It was dark in the corner but when he came into the light I recognized him to be one of the local frequent flyers. He must have just got off work and could tell by his obnoxious body odor surrounding him. His toothless smile requesting a Busch light from was seen through his thick mustached full of mechanical grease. The teeth that he had left were yellow and also smudge with grease. I opened his can for him careful not to touch his hands as the drink and money exchange happened. His greasy mechanic shirt had yellow pit stains the size of his boots underneath each arm and it even wrapped around to his worn out name tag. The red embroidery on the tag was frayed in places, had missing letters, and permanently stained with what looked like ketchup. He sipped his beer dripping some on the bar, ‘grab another Jo’ and he greedily gulped down the first cheap beer handed to him. I obliged and knew it was going to be a long night when he told me to turn the jukebox up then asked if I was so old that the music hurt my ears. With the music blaring ‘Big Green Tractor’, he headed towards the pool table. I knew I was going to have to clean the cues after he was done. His calloused, cracked, blackened hands rubbed up and down the cue getting ready to break leaving little balls of grease all over the shaft but also the felt of the pool table. Third beer, fourth beer, and the fifth beer went down without a problem. He was at beer eight when he started to slur. I cut him off causing him to call me everything under the sun but a child of God. His friend ordered another beer but slid it to the drunk. 2 hours and 15 minutes later he was ready to leave.


Was that badly written? I was asked to write badly and think that I could have added more bad detail. Where I’m getting at is a writing exercise, a prompt if you will.

Prompt: Write a terribly long description of Fenton. Give yourself 10 minutes. What do you see?

Fenton Friday-Week 4 Collaboration (last call)

Please be patient. I’m having to do this on my phone because of some utility worker’s mistake.

Wow, I can’t believe it’s the end of June (or the end approaching). I would like to thank everyone that has helped in the collaborative project adding a little bit of their time and imagination. My goal is to get the first ‘episode/post/installment’ of Fenton for everyone to read by July 1st.

Please read Fenton Project Updates and what was added so far to date and if you would like to add to our Fenton Project please do so either in the comments or email (really it’s whatever you are comfortable with).  Also, I’m still looking for a few individuals that would like to help put the final monthly pieces together. More explanations in previous posts listed:

I have to cut this short (utility worker talking to my husband and I’m going to go put my 2 cents in). Happy Fenton Friday everyone. I look forward to seeing what you guys come up with for Fenton’s first appearance.

Weighing In on Weighing In: Week 4

Today is weigh in day. I made some changes and this morning a question. Now, I did a sneak peek at my progress (I have GOT to stop doing that) and seen that I was down to 189lbs. This morning I weighed before walking and it read 194lbs. Umm…wtf?! I noticed my fingers were swollen and thought maybe it was because I just woke up. I walked, got weirded out by a cop, came home, had some water and weighed in. 190lbs is what the scale gave me. Did I gain a pound? I’m not too sure because I took the scale in the bathroom and it told me 196lbs. Even bigger WTF thoughts. I will be getting a new scale as I’m beginning to think that the scale is in cahoots with my diet that tried to use my chopping skills against me earlier. No, but I will be purchasing a different scale.

PLUS side…I lost more weight! I added healthier fats back into my diet like a butter/olive oil spread (hello yummy!), found that I can snack on Rold Gold Pretzels (but now I dip in PB2 powder peanut butter adding the protein back into my snacks and yumminess), and I’m not starving myself by hoarding points. They’re there so why not eat them? I have turned down free pizza, cake, and even BBQ lunch here at the office and I’m not completely bitter just glad that I could pass it up. That means I’m learning self-control. I’ve also learned to enjoy my coffee without all the bells and whistles and drinking more water.

6/21/2018 High 5% Losing 5% of your weight is a big deal! It can improve your mood, give you better sleep, and reduce the risk of developing type 2 diabetes. Woot!

The WW app asked if I wanted to up my activity point goal to 70 and I had to turn that down. I don’t think I’m ready for that because I have so much going on. Taking care of family/house, daily painting, daily doodle (not giving those up at the moment), the Friday Fenton project (update coming tomorrow), writing class I signed up for, and my blog. I’ll try to do it on my own without it counting first.

Totally happy with my results so far but cautiously aware that there will be bumps in the road. Here’s to hoping for another successful week leading up to weigh in day.

Happy Solstice everyone.

 

 

Fenton Friday: Week 3 Collaboration

Good morning (afternoon?) to my Friday readers and bloggers.  I couldn’t paint last night because I think my diet is trying to kill me or at least slightly maim this poor girl. I was chopping vegetables for my lunch today and kind of sliced through my nail and into the nail bed. No stitches and with an applied band-aid all is well. Except, it hurts to apply pressure to my index finger making it hard to paint and write but It’s FRIDAY!  It’s Fenton Friday week 3 (I’ll try and catch up on my doodles and painting tonight).

Nothing really new has been added but this collaboration project is a work in progress. It gives people the chance to step away from a daily prompt and work together to bring a character, characters, towns, a whole serial fiction story to write. It won’t take much of your time to add a little insight or a little note to the story so feel free to leave something in the comments, pingback, and help out by sharing this adventure with others.

Recap from Week 2

As for Fenton. I see his as a young man in his late teens or very early twenties, 18-21. He is bookish and rather retiring. Shy but he comes out of his shell when people start talking about books or history. He is studying for something, degree or diploma and works part-time for a bit of extra money. He goes to museums a lot. Thank you again, Kristian, for giving Fenton an age and personality. I think it will serve him well and add a great deal to his adventure and to the creation of new characters (psst, welcome aboard). And he is uncovering something of a secret drawer society brilliantly introduced by Stu (glad you’ll be joining us). There is a lot of detail and I could be sensing a little suspense possible murder mystery? Did the secret drawer society be the founding fathers of the town? Let’s see what we can come up with. I think we can also work in the idea that Shrawley Walks (the video clip had me laughing and people were looking as if I gone off my rocker, oh, and thanks for coming along) brought to the discussion of the French manor house flooring being replaced. What if the house he’s staying in is part of the society? Or did he by the desk from the estate sale of the society’s house? And with a nudge from the Dark Netizen all contributions are going to have a word count of 500 or less. If more is needed just let us know. Enough to give us your thoughts and ideas.

Still in need of brave souls to help with putting the collaborations together and if you are interested, let me know. If you are curious about what and who is needed, check out Week 1 and Week 2.

Goals for Week 3:

We need some descriptions of our character Fenton. What does he look like? What does his room look like or the house? Is the story opening with him late for something? Let’s get the creative juices flowing with this. Y’all lead the way with the descriptions. Happy creating.
(I’m going to take a break from typing for a few)

Grotesque Angel: Pt 2

Continued….

Minnie giggled then her face went blank holding a photo.
‘Minnie, what’s wrong?’ I asked with all the concern a friend would have.
‘This guy right here looks like the one in the schoolyard. EXACTLY like what’s in the schoolyard.’ She said.
‘Oh him? He was on the Brittania at 527 West 110th Street and they call him the scholar. I’m pretty sure that it’s a replica of a suitable figure for a school. I don’t think the school could afford the original even if the Brittania was parting with the grotesque.’ I said shoving some southern seasoned green beans in my mouth. Minnie looked through the rest of the picture and we chatted about the news that I missed and I told her more about New York. Then it was back to the office. I decided a walk home would be best as I gorged myself of fried goodness and thought it best to burn off the million calorie dinner. I took the photo out and thought that the gargoyle did look exactly like the one in the picture I held. Shrugging it off, I did my daily routine at home and went to bed.

I was woken up by what I thought was thunder but when looking outside there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I turned on the 24-hour weather station out of curiosity and the doppler didn’t show anything in our area not even a blip of green on the screen. I listened closely but this time it didn’t sound like thunder. It sounded like something heavy was thrown from a high distance. This time I stood on the porch but couldn’t see anything. There wasn’t even a breeze. I waited just a few more minutes for the thuds to gauge distances but nothing happened. I fell back to sleep surprisingly quite quickly. When I woke up the next morning I had faint recollections of a dream. It wasn’t a nightmare but I remember feeling scared then safe. There was a beautiful blonde man but I couldn’t remember the face. I was distracted the rest of the day playing the dream over and over in my head. Like lightning hitting the water, a small movie clip from my dream played in my head. The blonde man was standing in front of me but behind him was a gargoyle with his head bowed then in the next sequence he looked as if he was lurching in my directions and wings spread. I realized I have seen this gargoyle in New York but his head was tucked as if to graciously bowing. Another tiring day behind me as I collapsed in the bed when arriving home. I didn’t even eat dinner or water my plants.

Weeks passed with only a few dreams and the only difference was that my gargoyle would be just a smidge closer. At the end of the month, I noticed more stone creatures showing up all over our small town. First my neighbor Sal, then it was the school but now the library, grocery store, and even the bars were homes to these statues.
I was walking to work when I saw my neighbor sitting on her porch drinking coffee,
‘Morning Sal, so, where did George find that beautiful specimen?’ I nodded down towards the stone figure.
‘You know it’s the damnedest thing. George told me he didn’t buy him,’ she said puzzled but not all that concerned. However, I felt uneasy.
‘Oh, you’re not the least bit curious as to where he came from? Worried some random serial killer could be marking homes with these things?’ I asked.
‘How do you know it’s a boy?’ I just looked at her in response to her odd question.

‘I’m only guessing? Wouldn’t you think the gargoyle would be a male? Men can be scarier and more threatening,’ I said with a smile.
‘I think I can top the scare scale when I haven’t had my coffee,’ I giggled and waved as I headed into work.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

Jo/© thecreativeptsdgal.wordpress.com

And a Reminder about Fenton Friday’s…Fenton needs more story and details. Check out the past two Fridays.

  1. Who is Fenton?
  2. Fenton Friday: Week Two Collaboration Project

 

Pat York, Pat. “Front View of House.” Flickr, Jonesboro, http://www.flickr.com/photos/60464669@N06/5681550750.

Prompt Resurrection …Better Explained

I have been scouring our wonderful bloggers for daily prompts and this is worth a checking out. Also, don’t forget to read about Fenton Fridays.

Originally posted on Cyranny’s Cove: ? A week ago, WordPress’ Daily Prompt gave its last breath, leaving many orphan bloggers, mourning the daily inspiration. Seeing how this affected the WordPress community, Dee, Kate, Kristian and I teamed up to offer an alternative to anyone who’d like to join our little adventure! Everyday, at 7am (Eastern Time), one…

via #WordoftheDay – Week One Recap! — Tales from the mind of Kristian

Fenton Friday: Week Two Collaboration Project

Yes, Fenton Friday is here. I have been ridiculously busy here at work that I haven’t had much time for breaks to collect thoughts. I would like to thank a few bloggers for great suggestions:
Kristian
Stuart
The Ministry of Shrawley Walks
The Dark Netizen

What we started with:

Fenton buys this old desk that was on sale at a shop that is going out of business. He’s been using the desk for a few months when he discovers a hidden compartment. In the drawer is a document written in an unknown language. He takes it to a professor/friend/ researcher which has only seen a few symbols here and there but can’t confirm origin.  Fenton (and other characters that will be created along the way) form an odd group. While they are all working together they discover that the unknown language holds clues to a local unsolved mystery that hasn’t been touched in decades involving the disappearance of a secret society that founded his small town (read more about what we are trying to accomplish with hopefully a bright future for Fenton).

To recap what we have so far:

As for Fenton. I see his as a young man in his late teens or very early twenties, 18-21. He is bookish and rather retiring. Shy but he comes out of his shell when people start talking about books or history. He is studying for something, degree or diploma and works part-time for a bit of extra money. He goes to museums a lot. Thank you again, Kristian, for giving Fenton an age and personality. I think it will serve him well and add a great deal to his adventure and to the creation of new characters (psst, welcome aboard). And he is uncovering something of a secret drawer society brilliantly introduced by Stu (glad you’ll be joining us). There is a lot of detail and I could be sensing a little suspense possible murder mystery? Did the secret drawer society be the founding fathers of the town? Let’s see what we can come up with. I think we can also work in the idea that Shrawley Walks (the video clip had me laughing and people were looking as if I gone off my rocker, oh, and thanks for coming along) brought to the discussion of the French manor house flooring being replaced. What if the house he’s staying in is part of the society? Or did he by the desk from the estate sale of the society’s house? And with a nudge from the Dark Netizen all contributions are going to have a word count of 500 or less. If more is needed just let us know. Enough to give us your thoughts and ideas.

As for the reference to us, I am still in need of some volunteers that can help on a regular basis (just shoot me a message):

    • Researcher (someone to help me make sure the facts and other things are on point)
    • Copy Editor (yeah I’m not the best as you can tell from my posts)
    • Another Writer – or Two (quick honesty-there will be times that my CPTSD will kick me in the butt! Or even better-getting overwhelmed with all the contributions so help will be needed)

First Episode Goals:

  • Introduction of Fenton’s character
  • Place
  • Time (present/past?)
  • A little backstory
  • Publish date: July 1st

And as always you can comment here or send a message. Everyone is invited to help Fenton grow and tell his story. I know we can do this because we have an awesome blogging community. Happy Friday!

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