Welcome, dear friends, to Norstandeen. Never heard of it? I doubt you would. For Norstandeen is that little place in my own head- that little land where everything and everything passes through my head to create a world that's purely my own. Picture castles side by side with skyscrapers, moons and planets on the horizon, dragons flying with the pigeons. Then you're half way there.
Part 2 :) Sorry it's taking so long guys, and that i am virtually non-existant, but there's a tonn going on. Just got the whole panto thing finished; got me part time work to do; schoolwork; and xmas shopping... BUUUT tis the holidays now so i may get more time off ;)
Just want to see have a GREAT Xmas, guys! I hope with all my heart that you have an epical one :) My goft to you is this story part, and hopefully the final bit, too :D
“NJ…I’d thought you’d have learnt from Hellboy’s birthday,
that wishes can be a bad thing…” a
voice quipped from NJ’s left.
“Wha-?” she groaned as she tried to sit up, though quickly
found she couldn’t. Rope bit into her hands and ankles. A sigh resounded from
the left again.
“You wished for Ugweeds, didn’t you? God, you must have been bored…”
“Well if you
hadn’t ditched me!” NJ glared at
Rachel from over her shoulder.
“But I was-!” they both froze when the Ugweed grinned up at
them. A frightening experience, be assured.
The stubby little gnome-like creature had a mouth full of
massively oversized teeth- all yellow and pointed. Above that terrible mouth
was a single olive green eye- the same colour as its _shudder_ flabby, naked
body. NJ averted her eyes. On top of its head was a tuft of green weeds,
completed by a single thistle flower jutting from the very top. But however
weird it, and its kind, looked, NJ and Rachel could not forget the violent havoc they could raise… Nope, unfortunately,
they had had experience…
The girls gazed warily down at the Ugweed grinning
suspiciously up at them. The stare off was creepy, until a strained moan
floated through the air and broke it.
Arthur Tiste sat up with a start, his French beret
threatening to fall from his rather unruly mass of hair. No one had noticed his
presence before, though NJ noted happily that he now seemed a little less
distraught about his painting. Though the bought of unconsciousness probably
took his mind off it…and everything else really.
The Ugweed transferred its grin to Mr Tiste, who didn’t
immediately notice it. He first frowned at both bound girls, and seemed to
notice his own bonds, before finally freezing when his eyes found the odd sight
“Sacre bleu…” he breathed, blinking a few times, before
deciding to battle his confusion by promptly passing out again.
NJ rolled her eyes, but whispered under her breath to Rachel
behind her. “Safe to use it?”
Rachel nodded, a flicker of a grin showing, as the single
Ugweed plodded towards the artist on the floor.
“No mortals around.” She flicked her eyes up around the
room, “Security tapes can be dealt with later, yeah?”
“Right. Besides, it’s only one.”
It was time for the magic to happen.
Both NJ and Rachel reached inside themselves, accessing that
familiar reservoir of magic that surrounded people like them. It was so natural
by now; something they were born to do. As they let the magic ebb through their
bodies, each felt complete. Though what each person did after they found that
surge of power within them, differed with each person’s instinctive use.
As it was, Rachel was using the pure energy of the magic
itself, collecting it and diverting it through her body like blood through
veins. As it collected down towards her arms, the energy roe to the surface of
her skin, pulsing gently in waves as she got ready for the next part of her
On the other hand, NJ’s magic was working alongside her
genetics. Her shoulder blades cracked, causing both girls to wince… especially
since the Ugweed’s attention was back on them. What was most frightening
though, was what it did next. It clapped. Once. Then it grinned.
NJ’s shoulder blades snapped again, and she could feel the
bones lengthening and shifting about. They began to protrude from her back,
through the subtle gaps in the design of her top. They kept growing, and soon
enough, soft black quills began to grow from the new bones. As the feathers
came through, and the bones stopped growing, NJ gritted her teeth; no matter
how many times she disguised herself for trips into the “normal” world, it
would always bloody well hurt when growing wings back in.
The doors burst open, and NJ and Rachel turned sharply.
“Uh oh…” Rachel breathed. All NJ could do was nod.
Nothing short of an army
of Ugweed stood in the doorway, grinning madly. They faultered, though, ever so
slightly when they saw NJ. Clearly, they weren’t expecting their captor’s to be
Then, by some unspoken agreement, the girls decided it was
time to move.
The bonds on Rachel’s hands disintegrated into ta stream of
energy, releasing her hands so she could do the same to her friend’s. Soon
enough, both ropes had been reduced to nothing but atoms in the air, but Rachel
didn’t let them go to waste. Sending the stream zipping through the air towards
the Ugweed, they solidified once more, and wrapped themselves around the first
wave of little nude, cyclops plant men.
They tripped and fell, but they were quick, and had
scrambled over by the time Rachel could even react.
Luckily though, NJ was being quick on her toes… or wings.
She plucked Rachel (with relative ease) off the floor just before the Ugweed
could shred her to pieces. The angry little creatures jumped and squealed at
their flying, escaping prey and split into two groups: one trying to figure out
how to recapture Rachel and NJ, and another to deal with the previously
forgotten artist, Arthur Tiste.
The Ugweed surround Mr Tiste and picked him up, before
carting him off unceremoniously through the doorway and out of sight.
Ugweed squeals, and the sound of NJ’s wing-beats
reverberated through the large hall. The one and a half (the other being half
Dark Angel) sorceresses took a brief moment to plan.
“Rachel, you need to do something here.” NJ said, raising
just high enough so she could hover with comfortable room.
“On it.” Rachel concentrated her energy just like before,
but this time let it build and build, until the pressure was even visible to
NJ. A keening whine emanated from the growing orb in her hands, and the very
air began to vibrate with energy. NJ watched in fascination as she let it
loose. Even Rachel wasn’t prepared for the consequences; after all, the girl
was all for experimenting, but at least it had roughly the desired effect.
The orb collided with the floor just in front of the
Ugweeds, but seemed to explode with a blinding flash and crack. A wave of
energy assaulted every single thing in the room: Ugweeds were flying left,
right, and centre- the majority unmoving, and the rest barely doing so;
paintings and sculptured were smashed or knocked from the walls; the skylight
cracked, along with even a few parts of the walls.
But in no way were NJ and Rachel saved from the blast.
Rachel was hit full force, knocking NJ back into the gallery wall before
tumbling to the floor from 6feet in the air. NJ managed to break her fall
somewhat with her aviation advantage. But she still ended up on the floor,
coughing on the dust from the various cracks in the plaster, taking in the mini
disaster zone her friend had created.
“Um… you know this wasn’t exactly what I meant by “do
something”…” NJ chastised, only to realise Rachel hadn’t gotten back up.
“Rach?” NJ reached over tentatively to her friend’s neck and
grinned when she found a pulse point. She sighed in a big huff of air.
“Unconscious yet again… this cannot be good for us.”
NJ shifted Rachel into a more comfortable position, and,
judging she’d be safe for the time being, picked her reluctant way across the
floor between all the fallen Ugweed.
“Jeez… she’s dangerous…” NJ muttered, before giving up, and just
jumped into the air with a few powerful wing-beats and flapping off through the
door after the rest of the Ugweed and Mr Tiste.
AHEM! So i just got back from our school's first performence of Alladin. Twas AMAZING!! The bad guy is played by this amazing dude who's just one of those quiet-ish people who are just born to act. The guy's such a stand up comedian- i doff my hat. If he doesn't become an actor, the entertainment industry has lost a vital performer...
ANYWAY! It was just pure brill- everyone played their bit- even me which was just a general hand (but hard working!)- and there were tonnes of laughs. That spirit and atmosphere is just the best- bringing people together so easily. the theatre is just magical ;) It truly is.
AND IT WAS SNOWING!! In which we released some sky lanterns :) And i wore my awesome hat, and ate biscuits...
And generally being my wierdo self around everyone... which i find myself doing LOADS lately. tis wierd, something's changed and i'm being my random self around people i've been reserved around for years with :/
So, as we all know, it is the Christmas season! (YEAH!!) And Inverness sucks for shops, and i am a madman for wanting to travel, so myself and my friend went to Edinburgh for a couple of days on Friday/Saturday last week.
I thoroughly recomend that you go during the xmas season- Princes street gardens are all done up with rides and the German market takes up most of the floor space with EVERYTHING you could imagine ;) The atmosphere was amazingly festive and bubble. Especially in the evening.
So we went to the market in the eveing after getting settled into the hotel (which i trapsed everywhere trying to find when it was simply just up and round the road a bit...). We went on the carouselle and had an amazing evening, before heading to bed before a long day on Saturday.
Amongst general shopping (in which i baught this AWESOME hat- i got the crap scared out of me at LEAST twice thanks to the oddballness of us scots ;)
I was walking past one of the closes and saw something billowing out the corner of my eye, and turned to see a dead looking yoda with a big sheet around it, and turned to my friend to complain- rather loudly- how much it scared the crap out of me. Then i looked back... and the yoda thing was shushing me- had a LITERAL heartattack almost XD
Then - in another close i might add- i saw this dude stagger up the stair, and thought, is he alright? So i stopped a few meters away to see if he emerged ok, when he comes out...
WITHOUT A FACE!
It was this guy wo had his suit up past his head, and had a hat and pair of specs hanging from wired above his head...
Yet another shock moment...
And THEN we ran into this street performer who was swallowing swords...
*sigh* We wierd scots XD
Ach weel- enjoy a mad pic of me and ma friend, Charlotte ;) Guess which is me!
So guys, we fin dourselves once again back round to Remembrence Day. And though they may not hear it, i want to say thhanks to all those who've sacraficed so much both past and present in all branches of the armed forces, doing a job so few of us are truly capable of.
AAANND now for a short poem like thing (not REALLY apoem...but anyhoo...). It popped into my head whilst walking from school to work today, and tis really kinda crap tbh...BUT i'll give it to you anyway...
I saw them fall, you know
I fell too
...and I died
I saw the red stain the dirt too, you know
...and my blood
I saw the fear...and the panic, in their eyes
I saw the reflection, my reflection
in their eyes
as they died
as i died
But around us the grass still grew
even if i could not see
or they could not see
the grass still grew
and the poppies still grew
As we died.
YUP! I feel so guilty i never finished this MONTHS ago, but at last it is here! Or at least part 1 is. but the good thing is, there's only 2 parts, and it is TRULY almost done :)
Ugweeds at the Gallery
This can’t be art, can it? was NJ’s only thought as she
gazed aghast at the canvas before her. She cursed Rachel under her breath.
Thinking back, she couldn’t recall how
she’s managed to drag NJ along to an art gallery of all things on her birthday… In all honesty, she couldn’t
think of anything worse she could be doing. Even- NJ shuddered at the thought-
fighting Ugweeds. A whole band of
them. Single handed. Even without
using magic, just to make things interesting.
But this painting was doing nothing to change her outlook on
the tragic excuse for art nowadays. She gazed at the painting she now found
herself in front of. Needless to say, she wasn’t impressed. The canvas was
yellow, with a grand total of what she could only describe as six white scribbles scrawled across its surface. A
patronizing eyebrow was raised. Even, NJ thought a blood spatter or something would make it a little more interesting
to look at.
But after an entire three seconds of attempting to give the
picture her full attention, she gave up, and turned to Rachel to moan about how
belittling picture gazing was to her reputation. Especially gazing at pictures that a rampant five year old could
replicate with nothing but its fingers and a pot of paint. But her friend was
“Wha-!” NJ turned, mouth agape, to the picture. “She
abandoned me! In an art gallery!” Only
the paintings heard her outcry; no one else was sad enough to go to an art gallery, after all…
NJ glared at the picture with the six white scribbles as if
its mere presence was offending; as if it was the loner kid your parent
abandons you to play with because no one else dare d to get caught doing so.
No, Rachel was probably sniggering at her from the next room or something. She
could almost hear it now…
She was just about to storm off to give her friend a piece
of her mind, already planning a “proper things to do on birthdays” speech, when
a sudden tickle assaulted her nose.
And before she could stop it, she sneezed all over
And she watched in horror as the paint began to ooze down
the canvas in slow, mortal dribbles of lifeblood.
And then she
noticed the price-tag.
And then she legged it. Or at least, she thought about it.
Until a big, grief stricken squeal sounded from behind her.
“Mon painting!” NJ turned guiltily around to find herself
face to face with a ruffle looking man with the type of little French beret
that just screamed artist. Tears
looked just about ready to fall from his eyes.
Good God, NJ
though, praying for those rogue
Ugweeds to just come barrelling through these depressing halls. Anything, just
to get away from this…mortal’s
situation… NJ was not someone who
could deal with upset little artists with less than tasteful paintings of
scribbles… God, Rachel was going to
get it when she found her.
“I am so sorry, Mr
Artist, sir. But I, um…can fix it? You know, just give me some paint and I’ll
fix those scribbles right up there-“
The little French man wailed his blubbering outrage.
“Well,” NJ interjected quickly (and somewhat desperately),
“I can get my friend to pay for it… I’m sure she’s around here somewhere.”
“No! Mon painting… she was one of a kind…” he sighed
dejectedly, “I, Arthur Tiste, must find new inspiration for a new
Now that money, and a fix-it, had been rejected, NJ felt
like she’d done all she could, and was promptly trying to sneak away whilst Mr
Tiste mourned his ding artwork.
But then the door burst open. And an Ugweed bounded in.
Hello one and all. Been meaning to do this for a while now...But welcome to this blog, which i named Norstandeen :)
This will be my world to put what i want; what's on my mind, artwork, stories, anything and everything will crop up here when i need a little corner of the world to express myself...
To those who've known me for a while, i guess this is also in an effort to be more in touch with you guys. I am so sorry, but as we get older, life starts taking up more and more of your time. I even got a part time job at Maplin which takes up even MORE of my time.
But rest assured, Norstandeen is dedicated to you guys :)
Rachel out for now guys! Up date from me will be posted soon!