Carline works as a journalist, translator and ghost-writer. She writes for various charities, arts and media programmes, as well as individuals and organisations. Having travelled extensively with charitable ventures and for personal growth, she has developed a thirst for understanding cultures that are lesser known or endangered. No two days of her life are alike and she thrives working on varied writing projects. Two of her most memorable moments are swimming with dolphins and holding a newborn sea-horse in her hand!
As a Story Terrace writer, Carline provides professional ghostwriting services to capture customers’ life stories through carefully crafted anecdotes. Below is an anecdote of her own. Get in touch today to work with her!
Cool Interludes in Wayward Streets
On one of my travel ventures, I experienced a rather unique meeting with some startling characters and came through to tell the story. After having been invited to an evening dazzled by whirling Dervishes, I accompanied a colleague in our search for further hidden musical delights. All that could be seen were flickering street lights marking every other block on which stood what seemed like abandoned buildings holding hostages. Crunching footsteps broke the winter silence as Sterling and I looked hesitatingly around for the ‘eye in the door’. When directions are offered too willingly especially in peppered English from a dubious character wearing a mishmash of hand-me downs, it’s safe to say ignore them. However on this occasion the search for the ultimate in original backstreet music by esoteric artists, knew no bounds.
As the cryptic hum of the lamps followed us down empty streets and alley ways, we avoided eye contact for fear of decoding each other. The cold, gripping February air trapped our breath like cartoon speech bubbles with invisible cries of help. Despite folds of scarves and thick clothes, nothing stopped the penetrating stiffness that grew relentlessly within. With no visible destination in sight, the image that took flight was one of emptying our energy in a hopeless cause.
We both were pathetically relieved to notice a light from a window on one side of the road as if being held up by some luminous magic trick. The dark blanket surrounding the building’s edge became part of the night, merging layers of shadows with nightfall. From nowhere it seemed a distant, lulling tone was heard in the emptiness. We followed as if hypnotised. The sound led us to an even darker structure. Making our way carefully up the steps, we looked fervently but not too obviously over our shoulders, spotting the ‘eye’ that blinked, or so we thought, at us!
As if in some horror film from beyond, the door slowly slid open into more blackness. The whites of the doorman’s eyes pierced through us but even the stuffiness and the fierce stare that followed us through the passage, were a respite from the outdoors. The room we shuffled into past the beaded stringed access, was filled with an impenetrable mist of smoke. Suddenly it began to sway and I found a seat before someone noticed my wooziness and I greeted our fellow card players.
As we were at a gathering of men, lost in the suburbs of Istanbul, I had to somehow outsmart them without losing any of my dignity. Sterling wore a permanent grin to assure himself he was still in the land of the living.
The line-up was not promising. To my right was a man whose scar sunk into his cheekbone down to his chin. On my left was another, perforated with other examples of branding. From the disfigured faces to the massive blades worn or scattered about, the only card game that came to mind under pressure was Snap!
With a barbaric version of sign-language, I explained the rules to grown men with questionable histories and breath-taking, facial watermarks. From one end of the room to the other were strange outbursts of “Snap” which triggered me to grab Sterling and make a discreet, swift escape.
As a Story Terrace writer, Carline provides professional ghostwriting services to capture customers’ life stories through carefully crafted anecdotes. Get in touch today to work with her!