This erasure challenge provided by Hannah from Imaginary Garden With Real Toads was...hard! But it made me happy to do it because I talked Team Netherworld's own Rose LeMort to allow me to take a page from her in-progress novel, Fetch, and play Erasure with it. The story is a paranormal romance.
I hope Rose enjoys what I've done with her page.
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I got the idea for the graphic from our own
Seth. One simply turns the font on the words they don't want to white, then pastes the results into Paint and saves it as a jpeg.
I'm going to provide the poem in a slightly more cohesive form below, then, for a real treat, I will share Rose's original page. She has given m her permission to do so. Personally, I can't wait to see more of this story. Rose has invited the team to brainstorm with her, and you can see the results at
the special blog dedicated to this end.
Here it is in a more directly readable format
invited
fictional creations.
They must be based on
something factual.
I need to find out what that something is
wires crossed
like drivin’ through a thick fog on an
unfamiliar road
it wasn’t a stupid move, it was a desperate one
Makes me feel like I’m alive again
I’m tryin’ to make the best of it
I could use a quick little thrill
a little kiss for you
This was hard--really hard! I like the end result, although it's a bit of an odd piece.
Now, here is the real thrill for me, to present you with the original page from Rose's manuscript. Write, Rose, write! We need to see more of these characters--now!
Pepper sat down on the couch and invited Gerry to sit beside
her. He nestled against her like a frightened child.
“Put me in your pocket then, Love,” he begged. “Let me stay
safe here with you.”
“Gerry, I’d like nothing more. But at this stage, your body
is going to keep pulling you back. I need to try to find out just what this
entity is. I found the one commonality, but I need something more to act on.
Both the Lights of Zetar and the demonic sphere from the Vampirella comic are
fictional creations. They must be based on something factual. I need to find
out what that something is. Until then, I very much do want you to stay with me
as much as you can, my fetching fetch.”
“How’s that then?” Gerry asked, a smile brightening his face
as if he were basking in Pepper’s affection for him.
“A fetch is the spirit of a person whose body is either
close to death or very compromised, like yours.”
“Huh. Me body could go on kickin’ for quite a while. It’s
only got minor sixty-some year old bloke crap wrong with it. It’s me brain
that’s a fried mess with all the bleedin’ wires crossed.”
“Same difference. Your spirit can’t operate properly through
your body.”
“Hate it when the fuckin’ thing draws me back in, like it
did this morning. I was fightin’ me hardest to make that warped gray matter of
mine function for me. It was like drivin’ through a thick fog on an unfamiliar
road. I so desperately wanted to tell the staff what I’d seen. Feckin’ stupid,
really. Should have known they wouldn’t listen to some poor addled blighter.”
“Gerry, it wasn’t a stupid move, it was a desperate one. I
wish I knew better what was going on. We’re going to need to work on this
together, okay?”
“My pleasure. I love bein’ here with you, Pepper. Makes me
feel like I’m alive again. I hate this fucked transitional state, I really do.
But I’m tryin’ to make the best of it. I tell meself I’m gonna see me angel,
and I’ll be damned if that don’t just make everything all worthwhile. ‘Ey,
would you do me a favor?”
“What’s that?”
“I could use a quick little thrill. How about a smooch?”
“I think I could muster one pretty easily.”
“Quickly maybe?”
“Impatient much? All right, my fetching fetch, a little kiss
for you.”
A rosy blush spread over Pepper’s cheeks. She could feel the
warmth of Gerry’s kiss, could even feel a bit of moisture. The kiss became more
passionate. Pepper found herself trembling in Gerry’s arms. When he broke the
kiss, he looked directly into her eyes.
~Morella La Muerte~
With big thanks to
Rose LeMort
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