The Mysterious Traveller

Those Dazzling Eyes. It was the way that she looked at him that stopped his mindless gazing and focus on her pair of beautiful, but deadly eyes. They were so alluring, so dazzling. But was she really looking at him? Or perhaps someone behind. The latter was more probable; why on earth would she be looking at him?     Jerry would often sit on the same stool in the same bar, daydreaming a fantasy where a woman might actually consider his wallowing demeaner to be attractive and approach him. He would spend hours playing with his phone (sudoku was a popular choice) or pretending to write poetry in his shabby little notebook. But the real reason why he was there was to hopefully, one day, stumble upon an interaction that might lead to him finding the 'one'. He would stretch, yawn or use other theatrical gestures to justify turning his head in order to glance at a woman with the intention of making eye contact. But even if there was a moment where his gaze connected with another, Je...

 ' Alas!' cried the old man, shaking his wretched fist belligerently at 2023. 'That you have bested me leaves a bad taste in my mouth! You thwarted me with broken promises and less hope than I can shake a stick at!' Fate had gifted the old man with a gnarled old stick, lain upon the damp verge beside him. But the very idea of picking it up for emphasis and farce was quenched as the darkening clouds kept their word and rained an almighty downpour onto the world below. The winds howled and isolated any chance of a peaceful stroll home.  'Bother and befuddle!' the old man persisted. 'This weather doth trouble my mind, and yet, compliments in such a way that leaves nought but admiration. Such timing!' Distracted by the poetic irony, he continued to shuffle against the breeze and into the future.  Days turned into weeks and then? Perhaps in to months; the old man knew not. His mind was burdened with unexplained circumstances and missed opportunities. The life...

There was an idea, many years ago, that gave me credence  to manifest all of my emotions and feelings into a storytelling  device without necessarily divulging into the deepest, darkest corners of my mind (as we did in the previous episode). This device was called Electric Elkboy.  You may have already seen this character. Whether he appears as an icon or a profile picture, or maybe a piece of artwork posted on Instagram, I can imagine that you may recognise him. And if not, then welcome to episode 104 of the blog; where you shall be introduced. And even to the untrained eye, you may notice the visual similarities between Electric Elkboy and myself (unless you have never, ever met me!) Because, ladies and gentlemen, Electric Elkboy is my superhero alter ego.  The general idea was to create a character who I could transfer much of my own personality, traits and issues with a purpose to write fictional adventures that also depicted some emotional turmoil that I could n...