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1310: Interview with David Finn

David Finn arrives at Harbour House rehab clinic.

A scruffy young man is sat before me. His hair is bleached, his body thin and a little malnourished. He’s been through a lot it seems but brought to Harbour House to combat a drug addiction he’s on the list of those we aim to make better.

Interviewer: You were once described at Coldford City’s most promising young talent. You were a truly terrific artist. But you threw it all away on drugs, didn’t you, you rogue.

David shuffles a little. It seems the close scrutiny is making him nervous or perhaps withdrawal from needles is already getting to him. Still, no fix until he begins to cooperate.

David: You know what happened. You’re the reason I’m here, man.

Interviewer: How do you feel?

David: Like I got a life that ain’t worth saving.

Interviewer: A little bleak but I can see why it seems hopeless for you right now.

David: It’s the baby that got me the most. Elliot? What’d he do? What did his mums do?

Interviewer: You feel responsible for what happened?

David: Of course I do! He’s not the first kid I’ve said goodbye to either.

Interview terminated. Resident 1310 became too distraught to continue. Awaiting notice from Dr Winslow.

#amreading #thriller #harbourhouse2020 by @VivikaWidow


“No Davey, No!” where the last words he heard him cry. It took some time for him to remember his childhood but now the artist’s ‘tortured boy’ piece is ready, thanks to his latest muse.

Bring me your sick. Bring me your troubled. Bring me those society can no longer cope with for they will always have a home here at Harbour House.

Bugs in the Alley

It was a filthy place,

Some of the strongest things grow from dirt.

Forced to look upon an unfamiliar face,

Unleashes the true extent of the hurt.

Bugs they all are and filth is what they know.

How could they let such a disappointment grow?

But in the vibrant colours, with the draw of the brush

The image becomes clearer, it’s purpose shows.

Bugs can be swatted. Underfoot they will crush.

But allow it to feed and its body grows.

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THIS CHILD BUGS ME: David turns his childhood misery into a striking piece of art.

David finds his vision again with the help of a coy, farm girl. With his new MUSE he is making shades in the city agai

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When David discovers his friend’s baby has been taken getting through rehab becomes critical. Coming May 2020. Welcome Resident 1310 to Harbour House.  Pre order by clicking HERE.

Green Pastures

The corridors of Harbour House are green, like a park.

A glow of lime through the deep, thick dark.

A shadow lurks with a woman’s frame.

You are cured of your addiction is what you claim.

This woman that follows she means you no harm.

All she wants is the return of her farm.

So settle down, there’s a program to complete.

Together we’ll have that addiction beat.

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David finds his vision again with the help of a coy, farm girl. With his new MUSE he is making shades in the city again.

When David discovers his friend’s baby is missing getting through rehab becomes crucial. Welcome RESIDENT 1310 to HARBOUR HOUSE.

Character Profile: Curtis

Age: 42

Occupation: HARVESTER FARM hand/ HARBOUR HOUSE porter

Features in: MUSE ; HARBOUR HOUSE

Like all the farm hands for the Harvester brand Curtis knows that the key to success is hard work and team work. He is close friends with GLENN and of the HARVESTER family. Curtis was brought onto the farm as part of a Steps to Work programme brought City Hall. After three months in Coldford Correctional (better known as The Boss) for house breaking his choice was continue serving his time or contribute to society with manual labour. His choice changed his life.

Curtis’ job isn’t all fun on the farm. He also spends time as a porter in HARBOUR HOUSE rehabilitation clinic. He was a dry wit and a dark view of the world which serves him well with some of the duties he is required to carry out for either of his occupations. Most of his recent work tasks would see him back in The Boss.

Julia Harvester is a nice girl. She is kind, sweet and used to being posed in all the best positions. She is the perfect artist’s muse. Click HERE to read the full story.

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Coming 2020.

Curtis has seen a lot as working on Harvester farm. When the farm is taken over by the eminent Dr Winslow, his job opens up.

 

Case File 2802: DEFECT

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Laura Doyle AKA Defect 2802. Sister to the fiercest sitting High Court Judge in Coldford.

Former beauty queen. Crowned KINGSGATE Queen in  #### .

Defect showed signs of liver failure, glaucoma and cell death in the heart and lungs due to a prolonged addiction to heroin.

Whilst vital organs were of little use for transplantation, Cerebral tissue was taken for further studies at FILTON University Medical School (my own alma mater) as well as gastrocnemius muscle tissue. Details of the transaction are enclosed within.

A costly upkeep. Defect 2802 has become more problematic than useful. Her future will be discussed at the next meeting of the HARBOUR HOUSE Board. Given her familial connections discretion in her care is of the utmost importance.

Signed: Dr G. Winslow

COMING 2020.

The Harbour House rehab facility is the brain child of the eminent Dr Winslow. When a notice from the High Court asks him to open it’s doors transparency may be a little problematic.

Rules of Rehabilitation

So now we have our residents three.

Each of them held in the best place they can be.

They’re troubles are many but help is here.

Rehabilitation rules are really quite clear.

If you allow, the doctor will cure.

Addiction, obsession and trauma quite pure.

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Check in and put yourself in safe hands.

Let Harbour House decide where your health stands.

What do a drug addicted artist, a disgraced former music teacher and a night club owning show girl have in common? They are all residents of Harbour House.

 

Get Well Soon: Harbour House


Location: Swantin, Chamberlain Docks.
Featured in: KNOCK KNOCK and MUSE

Located in the CHAMBERLAIN DOCKS area of SWANTIN in the south of the city, Harbour House Clinic is a stand out feature in the area. With a beautiful expanse of gardens to one side and the main port to the Hathfield Bay islands on the other, Harbour House is the perfect place for recovery.

At Harbour House the residents can enjoy peace and serenity. Most of them are survivors or trauma or recovering from surgery.

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Resident 1310: David Finn. ADDICTION

Some of the residents are once pillars of the community who have grown tired. At Harbour House they will find the motivation they need.

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Resident 1105: Vincent Baines. OBSESSION

Longer term residents of Harbour House require special care. The caring and committed staff are all too happy to provide.

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Resident 0109: Tawny McInney. TRAUMA.

Despite having the best psychiatric nurses and doctors on staff, CEO DR G WINSLOW states that it is not an institute but a rehabilitation clinic.

Coming 2020

What do a drug addicted artist, a disgraced former music teacher and a night club owning show girl have in common? They are all residents of Harbour House.

Character Profile: Laura Doyle

Age: 23

Occupation: unemployed.

Features in: MUSE ; HARBOUR HOUSE

A former KINGSGATE Queen, Laura is the youngest of the four Doyle sisters. Raised with strict regimes by their Sergeant Major father and military doctor mother. Laura is the rebellious daughter. Like all of her sisters, Laura has a knowledge of self defence giving her a physical confidence.

The Doyle home in Kingsgate is a house of rules.

She is spoiled, selfish and addicted to heroin, known as needles on the streets of the Shady City, Laura is the quintessential black sheep. The eldest of the Doyle sisters, KARYN, just happens to be a HIGH COURT JUDGE. Now she is cut off and outcast from her family.

Judge Doyle makes no special allowances for family.

After a disastrous relationship with artist, DAVID FINN, Laura continued to live her life as she wanted it. Penniless, drug addled and completely free of the Doyle name. Not to worry Laura there’s support out there for you.

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When David discovers his friend’s baby has been taken getting through rehab becomes critical. Coming 2020. Welcome Resident 1310 to Harbour House.

Mind for Sale

We think our thoughts,

release them to the world.

Base our emotions on the response of others.

‘Are we good enough?’ we ask

Are we really up to the task?

Will the world take note of my unique colours?

My mind is for sale

You can have it at a low rate.

It’s certainly of no more use to me anymore.

So snatch a piece

make it your own.

And I’ll just go back to how I was before.

DDICT; JUNKIE; LOSER; HAS BEEN.

David’s work speaks for itself. When he meets a new Muse the words change their tone.

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Coming 2020.

When David discovers his friend’s baby has been taken getting through rehab becomes critical. Coming 2020. Welcome Resident 1310 to Harbour House.

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Words Cut Deep (A Muse Extract)

Never had grey looked so vibrant. Light and dark battled for centre stage as greyish faces watched the artist from the shelving. Some were finely carved, almost human. Most were still waiting for their features. They had survived the abortion of the carver’s knife.

The artist looked at the shelf above him. Another clay face smiled back knowingly.

“You will just continue to fall downhill.”

The words WASHED UP were carved across it. The shame of this realisation was deeply embedded. The artist ignored it at first. He lifted the carving knife and reached for the clay in front of him, unborn, formless. He wet his hands in the bowl. The cool water did nothing to relieve his intoxicated mind. He reached out and caressed the clay carefully, searching for the curvatures.

“You are nothing.”

Three identical masks observed him, perched high. Each of them bore the word DOUBT. The artist leaned back on his stool but his drug-addled mind was too far-gone to keep his balance. He leaned back too far and as he jerked forward he knocked the water bowl over and cut his finger on the scalpel he used to carve details into his creations.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed as the vibrant red began to gush from the wound, spilling onto the grey. His vision was blurry. He didn’t normally feel this way after a hit. Joe must have gotten purer than usual.

At age twelve the artist had turned to smoke. The calming effects saw him through pre-pubescence. It calmed the storm of his teen years. He tried powder and pills along the way but when he reached his twenties only needles would do. He had come off them for a while as his career as an artist took off. He had it all then but the high of life shook him, gave him unrealistic expectations, sucked him dry then left him with nothing but the needles for comfort. His friends encouraged him but no matter what he did, his work could never reach those heights again.

The needles didn’t think he was washed up. They were always there to make him feel better. They even numbed the pain as he put a deeper cut in his hand as he tried to grasp the scalpel again.

“A pathetic excuse for a human being.”

The artist looked at a clay face that lay discarded on the bench. The word FRAUD was embedded into it.

The artist swung his legs round but it threw off his balance again. This time he tumbled to the floor. He looked up towards the window. A figurine of a slim woman was hanging by it’s feet.

“He’s just a little down on his luck.”

The figurine spun around on the wire that held her captive. Her face was flat. It had no features yet. Only her buttocks had any detail. The words HAS BEEN were written into her.

“Fuck off the lot of you!” the artist cried, climbing to his feet. “What do you know about it?”

He swung his arms in a meaningless gesture but it caused him to fall into his bench. The corner caught his hip painfully.

A hand fell on him. He shrieked. The clay digits clasped his shoulder.

“You had it all. It’s gone now. You are nothing. You had no real talent.”

The artist cried out. Hooks, shelves, walls, more clay faces and figurines watching him, accusing him. Whatever he did have it was gone. His artistic vision was gone and all the needles in the world would never numb that kind of pain.

The faces closed in.

“Lost!”

“Broken!”

“A talentless junkie that got lucky!”

The artist hated that he had become a tortured cliché. He hated even more that everything he turned his hand to lately fell flat. It wasn’t inspired. It wasn’t bold. He struggled to get even those closest to him to give a second look. He was an artist cliché without the talent. He thought he was giving birth to kings and queens whose reign would be spoken of for centuries. Instead he held still born after still born. So he hung them, scraped away at their skins and occasionally, when provoked, he smashed them to pieces. Paintings, carvings, models, all deserved incineration. Burn them all. Never let those failed experiments see the light of day. They would tell everyone how uninspired their creator was.

The artist turned on his stool. Dizziness overcame him. A large male figure was looking down on him from the shelf. He had no legs and was leaning on muscular arms. The muscles in the arms and abdomen were painstakingly clear and well-defined. As strong as the figure looked, he would never have those legs. Below his waist would remain as absent as the creator’s mind.

“Why bother even trying?”

The question startled the artist. He stood up again and kicked the stool over. The eyes of the legless figure had more life in them than the artist’s own. The last time he dared look in a mirror his face was vacant. He looked dead. He might as well be. The dark roots were showing through greasy, bleached hair. His lips were grey.

“Leave me alone!” he warned them.

He stumbled out of the workshop, falling to his knees on the sodden grass as he missed the last step. He looked back up. The statues would always be there. They would always mock him for the ridiculousness of their existence. David Finn’s career as an artist was all but over.

ADDICT; JUNKIE; LOSER; HAS BEEN.

David’s work speaks for itself. When he meets a new Muse the words change their tone.

When David discovers his friend’s baby has been taken getting through rehab becomes critical. Coming 2020. Welcome Resident 1310 to Harbour House.