I think Number 24 had a good idea above, about trying this in another genre, eg western. That might work, but someone else should take a crack at it.
Nice to be building bridges with the mi6 guys.
Many styles to choose, Western, Dickens, The Bronte's (Romantic fiction)
As a young Bond ( Harry Potter) ,
If anyone knows the love scenes in Bond, we could have our own 50 shades.
"I've been informed that there ARE a couple of QAnon supporters who are fairly regular posters in AJB."
I'm thinking film noir, or more accurately the Chandler/Marlowe mode (this is after pleasant chats with David Schofield, a fellow fan of that genre) might work.
I awoke with an ache in my head like twenty Korean bodyguards were drumming their steel hats on my skull. There was a faint humming that told me we were in a plane.
A blonde angel was smiling down at me. She had a figure that would make M's pipe drop out of his mouth.
"Who are you?" I said.
The angel spoke and her voice was like honey strained through bourbon.
"I'm Pussy Galore."
"I can see that, sweetheart, but what's your name?"
I was chillin' in the black when this fine ho woke me. B**ch was dope, and I asked her name. She said "Pussy Galore" and I was all like "I mus' be f***in' dreamin', yo!"
The big man looked down on me silently.
"What's your problem, highpockets?" I said. "Cat got your tongue?"
He smiled, showing his teeth, and I shuddered.
They were made of steel.
It was one of those towns that had sold its soul so long ago that it couldn't recall it had ever had one. Slowly I rolled my window down, to hear what the cop had to say.
"You got a set of wheels that just won't quit, boy" said the fat cop.
Night in San Francisco falls sudden, so sudden that the fireflies take their own sweet time before making their dance of love and your eyes take their own sweet time to adjust. It's that hour when one martini becomes two, and promises are made that you know won't be kept in the morning light.
"James!" she cried. "Don't leave me!"
When I entered the lounge, The handsome Commander Bond was just
Awakened from his slumber. I looked on that handsome strong face
Those beautiful eyes, distinguished jaw line, the cruel mouth that offered
So much desire in my flittering heart, oh I must control my girlish ways.
" Who are you" he asked, I was startled, for a gentleman such as this to
Speak directly to a lowly servant such as myself, without a chaperone
Present was unheard off, frowned upon if truth be known.
Hesitantly I blurted out " I'm Pussy Galore" .
I could feel my cheeks flush with my desire to acquaint myself with this
Handsome young officer and hoped my Father would approve of my
Choice of suitor. I could see in my mind, a Home, children , nights playing
My harpsichord as he would sit by the fire and read to me the most
Romantic of love poetry.
With a conspiratorial grin he quickly added " I must be dreaming "
At once I knew he too felt the same longing nay yearning that beat in
My fragrant young heart. My bosom heaved, my passion rising.
Mr Bond, I knew was the one, the special one for Me ! I could give
Myself freely to, as they could be no other !
"I've been informed that there ARE a couple of QAnon supporters who are fairly regular posters in AJB."
To James Bond she is always THE woman. That evening, in the spring of 54, as we sat in front of Mrs Moneypenny's coal fire in our shared rooms at 007B Baker Street, he suddenly exclaimed-
"My dear Dr Leiter, in your chronicles you have not as yet recorded the adventure of the gaming rooms in Royale for the edification of your reading public."
"But surely Bond", I ejaculated, "the world is not ready for such a singular account. And I am surprised that you should desire me to record it."
He shrugged, and reached for another Morland Special, which he kept in a shoulder holster pinned to the mantelpiece.
"It can do no harm", he said, "the bitch is dead now."
This here Scaramanga was known for his fast draw & single shot end to a duel. I knew I couldn't beat him at his own damn game, so I decided to turn the tables. That there likeness he had o' me for target practice was the way, I reckoned.
Slick as snot I slipped in there quiet as a ghost. He walked in like he was the Sheriff o' Dodge City all right. I drilled him with lead before he knew what hit him is all. He died with that same surprised look that ole' Durango Dent had when I nailed him. I holstered my Colt PPK & rode off with crazy Mary hot on my trail. She was dopey as a mule, but such a fine piece o' calico...
It's my own version of " Chick-lit" ( the spelling mistakes, prove I wrote it ) )
I was trying for a Jane Austen type, but as I've never read any of her work, as she
Didn't go in for car chases and explosions, I had to wing it. )
"I've been informed that there ARE a couple of QAnon supporters who are fairly regular posters in AJB."
Ah, I see. Not something I'd read, so I didn't get it.
I felt icicles dance on my neck like Nureyev. The cold body beside me was no more cold than my heart.
"Believe me, Mr Bond", the man said, "I could shoot you from Stuttgart and still create the proper effect."
My heart pounded. There was one chance, and only one. I reached for my cellphone.
Indeed find as I do, the nature of such prose funds wit and joy resplendant. If my kinsmen may indulge me...
The Squire Of The Lego Fortress:
"Indeed it pains me greatly good Sir James, that the Soverign Witch of Calculation decread your wisdom and cunning were forestalled."
Regent Of The Lego Fortress
"In council of toxic judgement, I will seek an audience and narration of my ward and bretherin should it please me master squire!!"
Then on "Ye Gilded Eye" shall I proceed forthwith, mine amusement at thine words being profound. With this endeavour much aid doth I seek and all suggestions most welcome be.
Act 1, Scene 1. High above a lake, on Eastern shores.
Sir James doth drop like the stone, but in good time is saved by the rappelling cannon, a miraculous invention.
A knave sits on the throne.
Sir James: " Cry prithee, good sir, mayhap I forgot to knock".
Sir James takes leave and wanders the corridor. A figure approaches.
Sir James: "Alas, I am all alone".
Sir Alexander: "In truth, Sir James, each man is but an island."
Sir James and Sir Alexander are caught amidships.
General Ouromov: "Good sirs, show thyselves! Lest ye forget, 'tis madness to attempt escape".
Sir Alexander: "Doest thy will, Sir James! For England, M and St George!"
Sir James departs upon a winged chariot, as the lake erupts in turmoil.
William Of Tanner: Indeed it pains me greatly good Sir James, that the Sovereign Witch of Calculation decreed your wisdom and cunning were forestalled.
Lady Miles: Sayest thee?
William Of Tanner: Nay, nay...
Lady Miles: In council of toxic judgement, I will seek an audience and narration of my ward and brethren should it please me master squire.
Sir James: N’er in thine leisure have I seen, thee, Moneypenny, most beguiling you are.
Moneypenny: To linger on great calamity I shall not, Sir James, in faith with a gentleman did I have an assignation.
"I've been informed that there ARE a couple of QAnon supporters who are fairly regular posters in AJB."
Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,790MI6 Agent
Absolutely brilliant Barbel!
To receive praise for prose is great, to see it utilised and improved upon is uplifting! Loved the other formats too, fantastic stuff. Have you considered writing alongside the music?
(No Pussy I don't mean "writing music!" . )
This is Thunderbird 2, how can I be of assistance?
Glad you approve, TB2, collaborating is fun! I have a few other ideas for this one but it would be much better if this was a collaborative effort. Maybe you or C&D can expand on this:
Act 2, Scene 2. A gaming house.
Sir James: I am he who is called Bond, James Bond. Three passions do we share.
Countess Onatopp: Truly I hope that thine talent lies with the third, Sir James.
Not clear what you mean about the music ?:)
Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,790MI6 Agent
I will have to rewatch that scene to get ideas, but I completely agree, collaborating is fun!
Another joke gone bad. - I thought as you play in a band Pussy might play with my words in the sense of writing songs and the music that goes with them. Literally writing and music, to "writing music!"
This is Thunderbird 2, how can I be of assistance?
Act 2, Scene 2. A gaming house.
Sir James: I am he who is called Bond, James Bond. Three passions do we share.
Countess Onatopp: Truly I hope that thine talent lies with the third, Sir James.
Sir James: My lady, one rises to meet such challenge, like a serpent unto the breast of Eve. Yet may it please thee to answer most fully: is thine accent St Georgian?
Countess Onatopp: Dost thou know it?
Sir James: Verily, in my salad days I did but drop in, yet cannon out, heheh.
Countess Onatopp: Tis a land of opportunity.
Sir James: Yet, thine ambassador has the wrong licence on his hearse.
Countess Onatopp: His hearse?
Sir James: My kingdom for his hearse.
Countess Onatopp: Farewell Sir James, methinks thou'st a knave in chariot licensing.
The Countess exits.
C&D, I played a bit with your intro- what do you think?
YE GILDED EYE
Act 1, Scene 1. A fortress high atop a mountain, below a lake, below a mountain, on Eastern shores.
(Sir James doth drop like the stone, but in good time is saved by the rappelling cannon, a miraculous invention.)
A knave sits on the throne.
Sir James: Cry prithee, good sir, mayhap I forgot to knock.
(Sir James takes leave and wanders the corridor. A figure approaches.)
Sir James: Alas, I am all alone.
Sir Alexander: In truth, Sir James, each man is but an island. Thou must precede me, Naught Naught Seven.
Sir James: Nay, thou must precede me, Naught Naught Six.
(Enter Baron Ouromov and his men.)
Baron Ouromov: Good sirs, show thyselves! Lest ye forget, 'tis madness to attempt escape.
Sir Alexander: Doest thy will, Sir James! To Hades thou must send them! For Albion, Dame Miles and St George!
(Sir James departs upon a winged chariot.) Intermission. Statues are laid siege by unclothed maidens. A woman from across the sea sings.
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Nice to be building bridges with the mi6 guys.
As a young Bond ( Harry Potter) ,
If anyone knows the love scenes in Bond, we could have our own 50 shades.
I awoke with an ache in my head like twenty Korean bodyguards were drumming their steel hats on my skull. There was a faint humming that told me we were in a plane.
A blonde angel was smiling down at me. She had a figure that would make M's pipe drop out of his mouth.
"Who are you?" I said.
The angel spoke and her voice was like honey strained through bourbon.
"I'm Pussy Galore."
"I can see that, sweetheart, but what's your name?"
I was chillin' in the black when this fine ho woke me. B**ch was dope, and I asked her name. She said "Pussy Galore" and I was all like "I mus' be f***in' dreamin', yo!"
No, I think we can forget that...
#1.TLD/LTK 2.TND 3.GF 4.GE 5.DN 6.FYEO 7.FRWL 8.TMWTGG 9.TWINE 10.YOLT/QOS
"What's your problem, highpockets?" I said. "Cat got your tongue?"
He smiled, showing his teeth, and I shuddered.
They were made of steel.
It was one of those towns that had sold its soul so long ago that it couldn't recall it had ever had one. Slowly I rolled my window down, to hear what the cop had to say.
"You got a set of wheels that just won't quit, boy" said the fat cop.
Night in San Francisco falls sudden, so sudden that the fireflies take their own sweet time before making their dance of love and your eyes take their own sweet time to adjust. It's that hour when one martini becomes two, and promises are made that you know won't be kept in the morning light.
"James!" she cried. "Don't leave me!"
Awakened from his slumber. I looked on that handsome strong face
Those beautiful eyes, distinguished jaw line, the cruel mouth that offered
So much desire in my flittering heart, oh I must control my girlish ways.
" Who are you" he asked, I was startled, for a gentleman such as this to
Speak directly to a lowly servant such as myself, without a chaperone
Present was unheard off, frowned upon if truth be known.
Hesitantly I blurted out " I'm Pussy Galore" .
I could feel my cheeks flush with my desire to acquaint myself with this
Handsome young officer and hoped my Father would approve of my
Choice of suitor. I could see in my mind, a Home, children , nights playing
My harpsichord as he would sit by the fire and read to me the most
Romantic of love poetry.
With a conspiratorial grin he quickly added " I must be dreaming "
At once I knew he too felt the same longing nay yearning that beat in
My fragrant young heart. My bosom heaved, my passion rising.
Mr Bond, I knew was the one, the special one for Me ! I could give
Myself freely to, as they could be no other !
To James Bond she is always THE woman. That evening, in the spring of 54, as we sat in front of Mrs Moneypenny's coal fire in our shared rooms at 007B Baker Street, he suddenly exclaimed-
"My dear Dr Leiter, in your chronicles you have not as yet recorded the adventure of the gaming rooms in Royale for the edification of your reading public."
"But surely Bond", I ejaculated, "the world is not ready for such a singular account. And I am surprised that you should desire me to record it."
He shrugged, and reached for another Morland Special, which he kept in a shoulder holster pinned to the mantelpiece.
"It can do no harm", he said, "the bitch is dead now."
Slick as snot I slipped in there quiet as a ghost. He walked in like he was the Sheriff o' Dodge City all right. I drilled him with lead before he knew what hit him is all. He died with that same surprised look that ole' Durango Dent had when I nailed him. I holstered my Colt PPK & rode off with crazy Mary hot on my trail. She was dopey as a mule, but such a fine piece o' calico...
#1.TLD/LTK 2.TND 3.GF 4.GE 5.DN 6.FYEO 7.FRWL 8.TMWTGG 9.TWINE 10.YOLT/QOS
crazy Mary...
TP, what have you been reading? I don't recognize that style.
I was trying for a Jane Austen type, but as I've never read any of her work, as she
Didn't go in for car chases and explosions, I had to wing it.
I felt icicles dance on my neck like Nureyev. The cold body beside me was no more cold than my heart.
"Believe me, Mr Bond", the man said, "I could shoot you from Stuttgart and still create the proper effect."
My heart pounded. There was one chance, and only one. I reached for my cellphone.
Then on "Ye Gilded Eye" shall I proceed forthwith, mine amusement at thine words being profound. With this endeavour much aid doth I seek and all suggestions most welcome be.
Sir James doth drop like the stone, but in good time is saved by the rappelling cannon, a miraculous invention.
A knave sits on the throne.
Sir James: " Cry prithee, good sir, mayhap I forgot to knock".
Sir James takes leave and wanders the corridor. A figure approaches.
Sir James: "Alas, I am all alone".
Sir Alexander: "In truth, Sir James, each man is but an island."
Sir James and Sir Alexander are caught amidships.
General Ouromov: "Good sirs, show thyselves! Lest ye forget, 'tis madness to attempt escape".
Sir Alexander: "Doest thy will, Sir James! For England, M and St George!"
Sir James departs upon a winged chariot, as the lake erupts in turmoil.
Here's TB2's M/Tanner scene with some additions:
William Of Tanner: Indeed it pains me greatly good Sir James, that the Sovereign Witch of Calculation decreed your wisdom and cunning were forestalled.
Lady Miles: Sayest thee?
William Of Tanner: Nay, nay...
Lady Miles: In council of toxic judgement, I will seek an audience and narration of my ward and brethren should it please me master squire.
Sir James: N’er in thine leisure have I seen, thee, Moneypenny, most beguiling you are.
Moneypenny: To linger on great calamity I shall not, Sir James, in faith with a gentleman did I have an assignation.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zLEMncv140s
To receive praise for prose is great, to see it utilised and improved upon is uplifting! Loved the other formats too, fantastic stuff. Have you considered writing alongside the music?
(No Pussy I don't mean "writing music!"
Act 2, Scene 2. A gaming house.
Sir James: I am he who is called Bond, James Bond. Three passions do we share.
Countess Onatopp: Truly I hope that thine talent lies with the third, Sir James.
Not clear what you mean about the music ?:)
Another joke gone bad. - I thought as you play in a band Pussy might play with my words in the sense of writing songs and the music that goes with them. Literally writing and music, to "writing music!"
Countess Natalya: As youngbloods at play thou art, cease forthwith.
About four lines should do. Your pals at mi6 would be very happy!
#1.TLD/LTK 2.TND 3.GF 4.GE 5.DN 6.FYEO 7.FRWL 8.TMWTGG 9.TWINE 10.YOLT/QOS
Sir James: I am he who is called Bond, James Bond. Three passions do we share.
Countess Onatopp: Truly I hope that thine talent lies with the third, Sir James.
Sir James: My lady, one rises to meet such challenge, like a serpent unto the breast of Eve. Yet may it please thee to answer most fully: is thine accent St Georgian?
Countess Onatopp: Dost thou know it?
Sir James: Verily, in my salad days I did but drop in, yet cannon out, heheh.
Countess Onatopp: Tis a land of opportunity.
Sir James: Yet, thine ambassador has the wrong licence on his hearse.
Countess Onatopp: His hearse?
Sir James: My kingdom for his hearse.
Countess Onatopp: Farewell Sir James, methinks thou'st a knave in chariot licensing.
The Countess exits.
#1.TLD/LTK 2.TND 3.GF 4.GE 5.DN 6.FYEO 7.FRWL 8.TMWTGG 9.TWINE 10.YOLT/QOS
and we have a winner! 3 scenes in hand, another 4 or so should cover this one.
YE GILDED EYE
Act 1, Scene 1. A fortress high atop a mountain, below a lake, below a mountain, on Eastern shores.
(Sir James doth drop like the stone, but in good time is saved by the rappelling cannon, a miraculous invention.)
A knave sits on the throne.
Sir James: Cry prithee, good sir, mayhap I forgot to knock.
(Sir James takes leave and wanders the corridor. A figure approaches.)
Sir James: Alas, I am all alone.
Sir Alexander: In truth, Sir James, each man is but an island. Thou must precede me, Naught Naught Seven.
Sir James: Nay, thou must precede me, Naught Naught Six.
(Enter Baron Ouromov and his men.)
Baron Ouromov: Good sirs, show thyselves! Lest ye forget, 'tis madness to attempt escape.
Sir Alexander: Doest thy will, Sir James! To Hades thou must send them! For Albion, Dame Miles and St George!
(Sir James departs upon a winged chariot.)
Intermission. Statues are laid siege by unclothed maidens. A woman from across the sea sings.
Ha brilliant, much better!
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