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Attention! Fiction!
Sox:
An existential crisis with a dark sense of humour featuring the ghosts of historical famous figures.
ZJGent:
--- Quote from: McTaggart on 03 Mar 2008, 06:36 ---This is pretty excellent. If you are still doing these I would like to comission a play. Or a part of a play. A tragedy/comedy* of a selfish rich merchant, the merchant's beautiful daughter and those trying to win the favor of either. If you don't want to write a play then that is ok.
*decided by coin toss
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The original post did sort of specify a narrative, with a genre, and theme or two. but what the heck... here's a prologue, at the very least.
Armand and Calliope
Let it be said that vocally his maid
Was slatternly and noisy until paid
Let it be known that facially his wife
Could not win beauty contests for her life
And Armand himself was but a dull and greying vendor
Was not a man of strength; but a man of legal tender
The only thing men asked of him that wasn't in his purse
Was his other pride and joy, to whom I dedicate this verse:
A blonde and buxom goddess; the trophy of all trophies
Her suitors number so many: her father can't quite cope, eh?
So different from her mother, her visage never ropey
This tale tells of the things befell Armand and Calliope.
So let me set the scene a mite
I want to tell this story right
We start in ancient italy
The stars are shining prettily
And soft!
Calliope sits atop her father's manse
Looks at the sky, and rubs her hands
Her latest suitor's running late
He was meant to arrive at half past eight.
ZJGent:
Okay, kids, I think it's time to hand over - I really do need the sleep. Anyone who wants to be the narrator, please go right ahead and run with the last request, which I think was Sox's.
Thank you for your kind words, all requesters, and thank you all for helping me practice my genre writing. To whoever asked before, no I haven't ever been published outside of a school magazine, but I am writing a novel at the moment: it's a funny happy little yarn about the end of the world as we know it. In a bizzle!
Lines:
Boo. I may write one later, but this is one I want from someone else:
Epic war story parody, narwhals, and written in a journal entry style.
onewheelwizzard:
First of all let me say that ZJGent is a genius. Congratulations to him.
Secondly, I don't think I can handle Sox's request, but I can give Linds's a shot, I guess.
--- Quote from: Linds on 03 Mar 2008, 09:29 ---Excerpt from the journal of Cheif Warrant Officer Arthur R. Davis, H.M.S. Hampshiretonfordingham, February 17th, 1919
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2/17/19: Seaman Conway lost two fingers today to the cold. The inhuman conditions to which we're subjected on this damned ship are enough to make a man question his fortitude in fulfilling the Crown's mission. We've been told that the Great War has come to a close. We on this ship are not so naive as to believe that it could truly be the war to end all wars. The care that we give to our firearms in this beastly cold are more than enough proof of that.
The sole pleasure remaining to myself and my comrades is to watch the curious horned creatures that are constantly frolicking around in the abyssal depths beneath us. Lieutenant Walker called them "Narr Whales" and I am forced to wonder who the mysterious Mr. Narr must have been, that they would name such an oddity after him. The Narr whales have become our constant and seemingly cheerful companions on this otherwise miserable voyage through the Arctic seas.
That my journey through the Great War should come to this, deployed with a mere 29 sailors to the remote Siberian coast, is enough to fill my heart with the utmost pride. My commanders have repeatedly praised my value in the war effort and my contribution to Her Majesty's fighting force on the high seas. However, I am constantly needled by Seaman Fitzpatrick's apparent disloyalty, as is shown in his incessant comments offering doubts as to the necessity, even the legitimacy, of our mission. His talk of "the Bolshevik struggle" in Russia and the rise of some strange thing called "Marxism" hints that perhaps he is serving masters separate from the Crown. It is with caution that I speak of our purpose to him.
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