Thursday, 4 September 2014

Account Update

Just a head up.

Table Top Revolution has moved to a new account now, as I wanted something that I could allow people to contact me without filling up my main inbox which I need to sort through for job interviews etc.

The new url is now and the email is

What will Nathan's Fiction Sphere be doing?

Well, now I'm going to try pick up the pace properly with variations between photography, graphic design, writing, drawing etc.

I look forward to seeing you all again, and those who were just interested in Table top gaming, please follow the new account.

Thank You

Monday, 7 July 2014

Re-kindled Determination

With a Pokémon gaming project running through planning stages and testing for the Table Top Revolution blog site, I thought it'd be great to try and do something to help revitalise this blog. I go through bouts of reading, as projects such as gaming, photography, writing, come up. I have also not been writing any short stories here for a while now as well, though I shall start doing that again soon.

My plan is to try and do a comic. I've attempted doing a comic before. Just one chapter of one though. It was tough going, but I was extremely pleased with what I produced when I put my mind to it. This was back during college, and after reading many mangas (Japanese comics) I just had to try do one myself.

Today, I'll let you view the outcome of this try by posting that one chapter I did. I hope you enjoy, and feel free to comment.

(Reads left to right)

If I had continued, I'm sure the next chapter would have been longer and bring a true story to life. The name for this comic was going to be Savage Blood. An action, possibly martial arts genre.

Well, with this new found determination, I'll once again undertake doing a manga, but this time, try and make at least 10 chapters.

Thursday, 3 July 2014

Cinnabar Moth

I've been working out in the garden lately, as I'm adding in a flowerbed border, as well as sorting out some really terrible paving. This is all mainly due to the place having been mostly left to its own devices whilst the property awaited someone to rent it.

Though we've been living here for what will be a year in September, I haven't really gotten round to adding my own touch to it. It's been hard going, but I've got about half the work done on the flowerbeds themselves, but still have weeding, gravel moving, out skirting, and more paving to do. Due to not wanting to spend too much on this, especially after ordering 52 cement side skirting's, I've basically been using slabs I've been finding under the dirt whilst digging.

It's actually coming along nicely, despite the fact that because I'm not using cement, the paving is a bit easy to unsettle. Prior, you couldn't tell that there was just broken paving and a whole load of dirt. I don't want my young son to hurt himself, so I used the dug up slabs to refit this area, and have put in a muddy slush to fill the gaps. I'm hoping that over time it will manage to keep itself together. Weeds and so on were holding the minute bits together prior to this.

Anyway, I'm drifting off on a different topic. What I wanted to talk about is the beautiful moth that keeps visiting the garden. I love its colouring, it's absolutely wonderful. I searched it up, and its a Cinnabar Moth. Lovely.

I feel quite honoured to have it in my garden. I was a bit shocked when it brushed passed by face though. As anyone would be I believe.

Anyway, back to preparations for Pokémon.

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Maggie's Leg

Maggie ambled along toward the wooden chair in the half packed waiting room at her local GP. She favoured her right leg heavily as she moved along with a slight limp, balancing herself as best she could on a beautifully carved oak walking stick. As she took a vacant seat, she let out an audible sigh, her two hands resting on the lacquered crow head that served as the grasping section of the staff. Her body was slumped forward, though her heavy frame almost disguised the slouch in posture.

"Doctors running late again," tisked an elderly lady next to her. Her face was graced with the lines of age and experience. She wore her fading blak hai down in a short crop, hidng the sides of her neck, but leaving the front open for all to see the double bulge that drooped from the upper section. The lady was slight of frame, so Maggie had no illusions of it being extra fat. It was simply that her skin had become more elasticated with age, and certain areas were were affected more drastically than others.

"Aren't they always," replied Maggie, swivelling her foot as if it pained her. There were some who voiced their agreement.

"Not alwas, my dear," said the old lady. "It's been more recently that they've started running late. When I first joined up..." Maggie stopped her with the clearing of her throat and a raised hand.

"I'm sorry," she said, physically showing the effort it took to stand back up. "I've just come from my appointment. I have muscle problems with my leg." She indicated her left leg with her eyes. "Was just having a quick rest before the journey home."

"Oh... oh, yes deary. Sorry," replied the old lady, seeing Maggie already moving through the door before she'd even finished.

The hallway was cramp, and a young man had to backpeddle out of the way as Maggie entered. She didn't offer any thanks, but turned to head through the second door. Eyes rolling in admonishment of the unjistification of sectioning off the reception area, she pushed the door to, and limped through, budging the door back open with her rear as it closed in on her before she'd even managed to get halfway through.

An oak door, thicker in frame than the previous two, signalled the extrance and exit. Six rectangle glass panels, neatly aligned in rows of two, were slotted into its design, filtering light into the room alongside the windows. A bucket, pale green, and empty, rested below a waist height table. 'Umbrellas' was cellotaped onto its side on surprsingly untarnished paper. Maggie didn't pay any of it any note however as she moved with as much haste as she could manage, and walked out into the cold afternoon air.

"It's nice being able to push you around sometimes," smiled a a young woman pushing a man in a wheelchair. She had auburn hair and from the distance, Maggie couldn't tell if the things she suspected to be freckles, really were.

"That's what you always say, Hilary," replied the man, receiving a light hearted chuckle in response.

They moved out of view as Maggie turned the corner, but snippets of conversation still reached her ears until she'd walked several more steps. Her house was coming up now, which was just as well. Her limp really exhausted her, and both legs, as well as her arm, were becoming sore. As she reached the unusual lilac painted door, she reached into her jacket pocket for some keys. A second later, they were jangling around as she fiddled with the doorlock.

With a squeak on unoiled hinges, the door opened in, and she pushed it further so she could walk through the space provided. She breathed a sigh of relief as she crossed the threshhold into her house and shut the door behind her. The sigh was much like the one she'd released in the GP surgery, but longer and louder. Letters about disability benefits went unopened, laying where they fell as they came through the letterbox. The beautifully carved walking stick fell into its usual lean against the cream painted hallway wall, as Maggie strode quickly to the front room, limp forgotten.

As she sighted the tv, her eyes alighted with intent. Lining herself up with her favourite sofa, she plopped down heavily into it. Untying her laces, she kicked both sandels off her feet. She pulled a cushioned stool over, and threw her legs up onto it. A can of Pepsi rested on a metal square coffee table to her left, and she picked it up. Her other hand had already sought out the television remote on the armrest of the chair, pressing the standby button that would flare the screen into life. Jeremy Kyle was on, and she smiled, popping the can open and taking a swig.

Maggie was a careful woman. Outside the house, she was slow, saddened with pain and easily exhausted from her days trials. Inside, she was full of life. She often closed the curtains, incase any prying eyes should happen to see her. Still, she'd managed to fool the doctors and the benefit system for this long, and had no doubt she'd be able to continue.

Tuesday, 10 June 2014

His Nails - Short Story

I almost gagged when I saw the grimy muck that lay vaguely concealed underneath his fingernails. Yellowy brown in colour, I paused in breath as a putrid odour wafted into my noise, his fingers drawing close then retracting as he spoke about some sort of comic book character he was designing. The topic was lost on me as all I could think of was 'What in the hell was beneath those nails'?.

Smiling, hiding my ill-ease at the state of his unkempt nails, we both took our seats at the coffee table. It wasn't just the two of us, and soon Andrew and Pradeep took their seats too; finished ordering their own drinks at the counter. My disgust is hard to disguise as he brings one of the filthy objects of my distaste towards his mouth. Cringing, I turn my head as he bites down, chewing on their overly long length.

A Scandinavian woman, friendly faced and with a bubbly character, brings a tray with three hot chocolates and a cappuccino. When she returns with four milk chocolate rocky road cakes, we are reminded that we also purchased ourselves a snack. Andrew and Pradeep can't help but dig into the marshmallow topped piece of cake. He, however, goes for his hot chocolate. Though I agree with the drink taking priority, I find myself taking a sidelong glance at his fingers to see if any of the dirt has been shifted by a teeth straying too far under the surface of the nail.

It wasn't the first time I'd seen his nails in such a state. In fact, I don't remember ever seeing them in any other state. Sometimes I'd ask myself if he'd even washed those hands, then I dissuaded such unhygienic thoughts and disillusioned myself saying he probably just tended to handle things that were dirty. There were times, minute though they were, that I would even look at my own nails, smiling subconsciously at their short and clean state, whilst at others I'd worry unnecessarily over the long talons they'd become and whether I'd get back home in time to cut them before they, perhaps, turned out like his.

I queried again as I sat at the table 'What exactly was beneath those nails'? Could it be just dirt? Dead skin mixed with sweat? Feaces? Possibly paint, deceiving me? It was doubtful it was paint, as the smell just didn't fit. You don't get that sort of stench from paint. I looked at him as he filled his mouth with a gulp of hot chocolate, before popping a bite sized chunk of his cake in after. In ways I was glad that this was our last day together. We would part ways here and probably never meet again. I certainly didn't want to ever see those disgusting nails ever again.

Monday, 26 May 2014

It's Monday! What are you Reading? #3

Is it Monday already? Cor, time does fly when you're enjoying yourself, doesn't it? Well, since it's Monday, then you all must have been expecting this post. I'm quite proud that I'm on the 3rd one already, and still going strong with my reading. So, let's get down to it.

Last Week

This series was brilliant. I couldn't help but buy the next and the next and the next! I'm so disappointed that the fifth book isn't out yet! Cor, it made me not read my one physical book that I had wanted to read.
This Week's Read
Dawn of Retribution by Aya Knight (Chronicles of Kale 2nd Book)
A new rival emerges from the heart of evil . . . Kale's enthusiasm for their recent victory falls short as he soon discovers that things are not as he had assumed. Someone lurks near, following Kale's every move. As Kale and his friends move forward on their journey, they are oblivious to a terrible threat that watches-waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Extract from Goodreads
Amulet of Aria by Jeffrey M. Poole (Bakkian Chronicles 3rd Book)
In Mikal's home world, dragon raids are on the rise. The dwarves are preparing to go to war, and the evil sorcereress has managed to reach across time and space to attack Mikal on his protector's home world. Their only hope to save Mikal from Celestia and her minions lies with the recovery of a piece of an ancient talisman believed lost centuries ago. Having the ability to enhance the holder's jhorun, namely their magical talent, to unheard of levels, the amulet pieces must be found before they fall into the wrong hands.
Extract from Goodreads
Well, this is what I'm planning to read this week. I'm hoping to throw in that physical book I was suppose to read last week, but we'll see. What about you?

Sunday, 25 May 2014

Sunday Wind Down #1

It's Sunday and guess what that means? Yes, the first ever Sunday Wind Down from me. So what is a Sunday Wind Down? Quite simply, it is a wind down from the rest of the week, where I talk about various things I've posted, including my thoughts and feelings, as well as maybe plans for the next week. I did hope to start this the week before, but didn't get round to it. So without further rambling...

This week I published a short story called The First Day for all you lovely readers to have a nosey at. So let me dive straight into talking about this particular short story.

Why did I write The First Day?
The First Day was sort of a testing phase really to see what writing a biography, story format, would be like. I'd yet to actually try seriously writing this way apart from dabbling with a few extremely short stories during primary school. As you can imagine, my writing skills are completely different all these years later.

How did I choose the title?
It chose itself really. The story was about the first day of my course, and so it naturally became the title. Simple, yet straight to the point. Sort of like how The Judged formed from the fact that it was written about how people, or oneself, judged someone.

I think for short stories, in my opinion, these are the best sort of titles. Short and sweet.

Do I like the completed piece?
Yes. If I share work, it's generally because I like that work enough to allow people to view and give their opinion on it. I don't mind having constructive criticism, even if it turned out my work was nowhere near as good as I'd thought. Every opinion can only help to give me different view points and improve my writing skills.

I think if someone was not happy with their work, they generally wouldn't share it.

What's my favourite part?
I think the ending, though annoying in real life, was quite good for the story. All that worrying, and then... Well, don't want to give it away, do I?

Do you plan on making any artwork for these stories?
Actually, yes! It's certainly on my to do list to get done. I feel that good 'cover' art always helps a story. It can definitely ruin the image of one as well if not done right, so I'm not going to rush it. I do hope to have something done by the end of next month though.

Short Stories

Another post this week was my Possible Characters one. Once again, the title suggests exactly what it is. Possible Characters for me to maybe use in another story, or expand on using those paragraphs as a basis, or starting point.

The reason I did this post, which was part of my #FLfiction14 course (don't know if hash tags work on here, but hey) wasn't just to do a part of the course, but to jot some potential stories down. I really want to start improving my writing, and one of the ways to do that is to write as much as possible. Generally I'm a fantasy kind of person, and I'm even currently working on a series I'd like to get published, but within Short Stories, I find myself moving along the lines of realism and life experiences, things that I have an opinion on and so forth.

I want to write a crime, romance, and horror short story at some point, and may use these three possible characters as the starting points for each.

The first post of this week was my It's Monday! What are you Reading? #2 post. This is a weekly post hosted by Sheila over at Book Journey

I love reading! This may be one of the reasons I love writing too, and this week my goals were pretty simple. Read two books. This was based on the week prior where I read three in total, though two had actually already been started. I wanted to read a printed book and an eBook, but if I confess, I've read three eBooks and am looking to finish the forth.

Unfortunately for the printed book, I had started a series, and if a series is great, I can't possibly help but get the next. Good job I had to return that suit jacket that didn't fit (need more exercise), as I had personal allowance left over to get the follow up three.

What I love about the It's Monday! posts, is that it's a great way to interact with the reading community. Linking your post onto Sheila's site allows you not only to get viewers to your post, but also to check out a host of other peoples posts. I recommend trying it yourself if you're an avid reader.

With that said, that's the end of this Sunday Wind Down, and I thank you for reading. Feel free to leave comments with your thoughts, or just to talk. Maybe you'll pop back tomorrow when another It's Monday! post is due to be up.