" ... Mirrors?"
"No."
"Plot twist report?"
"No."
"References?"
"Several."
"Characters unconscious?"
"Once, but not very important ... to the plot."
"Is your antagonist a feared king?"
"He is actually a liberator who cares for his folk."
"'Happy ever after's' and 'once upon a time''s?"
"No."
"Romance?"
(glares)
"Writer's block?"
"Yes."
(tears book)
"YOU! I'll give you 4 points out of 10, for bearing INTOLERABLE clichés. Now out with those clichés of yours! YOU better improve your stories, or I'll NEVER publish your work ever again!" ...! ...
Tuesday, 10 June 2014
Saturday, 7 June 2014
Medals the Pony
Due to the sheer popularity of "pony books" on the Internet and TV, and his younger daughter's wild obsession with those "ponies", "horses", and their "caring girl owners", the author would like to have a go in his attempt to create a "pony book", spiced with chunks of humor ...
Friday, 6 June 2014
TOTA - P2 - The Hero Sir Juste
Once upon a time, in a not-so-far kingdom, there lived a king. Upon discovering an old book that mentioned prophecies regarding his "lost" family in certain manorial farming villages, he then ordered some troops and physicians into these selected villages to encourage the locals to sign up for a royal blood test.
But only one of these villages had its reward. The Hero's father and his neighbors passed the test, and they and their families were forced to move to the Palace to live as princes and nobles. Their village was turned into a "free city", bringing in the dreaded wave of merchants and guildsmen to settle somewhere away from the manor, enough to be an annoyance for the locals.
The Hero, Juste, who was raised by the sneering Crown Prince Dukebox, forgot his father's heritage. Raised to believe that he will become an effective commander loved by the commoners (something most Princes were indoctrinated into before engaging military service or royal tenure), he became very arrogant and foolish.
Thursday, 5 June 2014
"Tale of the Author - Part One - Beginning"
" ... The hero could not hesitate. The villain has confronted him at last, and without a word, aimed his poison crossbow at him. And the hero, blind in his pride, thought he could deflect his enemy's shots with his ancient sword, which he did as he ran towards the villain, hacking down several guards. But a few arrows penetrated through his armor, which he thought could always protect him: just a few inches towards his arch-enemy, the hero gasped and held his chest. The hero knelt down in his pain, allowing the villain a chance to quickly grab a knife, and 'finish' him. Later, another guard hurriedly arrived, saluted the villain, and reported that 'the treacherous princess has escaped, and now she is abducting our prisoners to be her slaves!' Without much ado, the surviving guards, the messenger-guard, and the villain himself then scattered to look for them ... "
Wednesday, 4 June 2014
"The Continuists and the Successionists"
Once upon a time, there existed two groups of fans, the "Continuists", and the "Successionists".
The "Continuists". as they were named, wanted the Story to expand on its original content; be it a little story about someone else in the same setting, a little backstory, an explaination; they wanted more depth into its little world, to improvise the Story.
Their rivals, the "Successionists", wanted more Sequel for the Story. They want to see it continue, regardless of background information lack: however, high quality, and no "irrelevance" is still a must for each new Sequel.
Never mind the Preservatists and the Casualies, which overlap these groups at any time. The Conties and Suxies are the most important belligerents here ...
The "Continuists". as they were named, wanted the Story to expand on its original content; be it a little story about someone else in the same setting, a little backstory, an explaination; they wanted more depth into its little world, to improvise the Story.
Their rivals, the "Successionists", wanted more Sequel for the Story. They want to see it continue, regardless of background information lack: however, high quality, and no "irrelevance" is still a must for each new Sequel.
Never mind the Preservatists and the Casualies, which overlap these groups at any time. The Conties and Suxies are the most important belligerents here ...
Wednesday, 14 May 2014
"The Teacher"
There once was a teacher named Mr. Urbitus. He has a bad habit of assuming "this student is this" and "this student is that", because of their behaviour and grades.
He once found that a certain young student's grades failed his expectations: he scored way lower than the rest of the class. With a deathly glare he said :
"You excuse of a student. Have you even studied hard? Why, I have spotted similar results last year, and they're now back to strike you. Why, what has gotten into your Swiss cheese of a brain such as yours? You will never be a success. You will be destined for failure and shame. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"
He slapped his poor student's face.
As he was one of only a few students who failed the yearly tests twice (some of his friends flunked it thrice) most of the class then mocked him.
"What's that? Fat in your brain?"
"Go concentrate on your studies elsewhere, loser."
"This school will not welcome failures like you!"
He ended up receiving more bullying incidences than before, and even worse and worse on had he ever dared to report to his teachers.
But sometimes, Mr. Urbitus unnecessarily interfered:
"Don't listen to him, gentlemen! Failures are not to ever be spared from their destiny!"
"Argh, Mr. Urby. You must be nuts."
"Please, Sir Roxas, just listen only to successes! They are the only ones who are fit to run the world, no?"
And rotten old Mr. Urby was suspended for a week.
Some of those who bullied the poor boy were expelled afterwards.
Years later, the same boy became into an artist, drawing the most fantastic paintings his town has ever seen.
He overcame years of bullying and spite, refusing to let his past overwhelm his skills.
Unfortunately, on one disaster-ridden year, when his business had been stolen from him, he was robbed of so much money, his family died in a train accident ...
His past came back to haunt him, as he reconsidered, is this true of what my teacher said?
In fact, one of the letters came from "an old friend", when he sent letters for advice, responded, "Everyone has a destiny; it can't be changed, friend. Those who succeed in life always succeed, while those who fail in life will always fail, never succeed at all. Deal with it!"
So after considering some things, trying his best but always failing due to his being overlooked by the same buyer of his business (and possibly the thief?), he committed suicide, depressed after following some self-help guide.
When the teacher got wind of this, he shrugged. "Failures always fail."
"But what of Albert Einstein then? Or Thomas Edison? Or Walt Disney?"
"They're born successes."
"But they make many mistakes, people don't trust them, blah blah blah. But they ended up as successes, rather than become as foolish as this boy you 'condemned', idiot."
"People are wrong, nature is right. I don't trust failures like you."
"What have you gotten in your mind? Madness? Cuckoo birds nesting in your head?!"
"Eugenics."
"This guy must be crazy. If people did bully them so badly, and yet they continued defying expectations, becoming the successes people remember. What are these people like, idiots?!"
"Yes. They should know that if society initially thinks of them as failures, they will be failures. Bullies are societies' judges. Respect them, and they respect you, even if they will beat you up. Fail them, and they will always attack you, and 'haunt you to the ends of the earth.'"
"Only natural-born successes are successes. I am one of them."
"Tell me, Mr. Urbitus Congruent. Have you ever been bullied before? Has anyone ever labelled you a failure?"
"Yes."
"I was also like that, and I was even a bully myself once. I nearly even drove a kid to suicide -- "
"Good for you!"
" -- stop interrupting, meaningless jerk! Now I'm the self-hating, pitiless jerk of a man, a CEO of a company of clowns, such as you. And you're the worst of these clowns! Now tell me, who taught you that nonsense?!"
"My dad."
"What did he work as? A charismatic loser, such as you?"
"An aristocrat."
(skip 2 hours' worth of conversation)
" ... And now, Mr. Urbitus Congruent, I fire you."
"Get out of my company, you ... you ... whatever. Just don't come back!"
He once found that a certain young student's grades failed his expectations: he scored way lower than the rest of the class. With a deathly glare he said :
"You excuse of a student. Have you even studied hard? Why, I have spotted similar results last year, and they're now back to strike you. Why, what has gotten into your Swiss cheese of a brain such as yours? You will never be a success. You will be destined for failure and shame. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"
He slapped his poor student's face.
As he was one of only a few students who failed the yearly tests twice (some of his friends flunked it thrice) most of the class then mocked him.
"What's that? Fat in your brain?"
"Go concentrate on your studies elsewhere, loser."
"This school will not welcome failures like you!"
He ended up receiving more bullying incidences than before, and even worse and worse on had he ever dared to report to his teachers.
But sometimes, Mr. Urbitus unnecessarily interfered:
"Don't listen to him, gentlemen! Failures are not to ever be spared from their destiny!"
"Argh, Mr. Urby. You must be nuts."
"Please, Sir Roxas, just listen only to successes! They are the only ones who are fit to run the world, no?"
And rotten old Mr. Urby was suspended for a week.
Some of those who bullied the poor boy were expelled afterwards.
Years later, the same boy became into an artist, drawing the most fantastic paintings his town has ever seen.
He overcame years of bullying and spite, refusing to let his past overwhelm his skills.
Unfortunately, on one disaster-ridden year, when his business had been stolen from him, he was robbed of so much money, his family died in a train accident ...
His past came back to haunt him, as he reconsidered, is this true of what my teacher said?
In fact, one of the letters came from "an old friend", when he sent letters for advice, responded, "Everyone has a destiny; it can't be changed, friend. Those who succeed in life always succeed, while those who fail in life will always fail, never succeed at all. Deal with it!"
So after considering some things, trying his best but always failing due to his being overlooked by the same buyer of his business (and possibly the thief?), he committed suicide, depressed after following some self-help guide.
When the teacher got wind of this, he shrugged. "Failures always fail."
"But what of Albert Einstein then? Or Thomas Edison? Or Walt Disney?"
"They're born successes."
"But they make many mistakes, people don't trust them, blah blah blah. But they ended up as successes, rather than become as foolish as this boy you 'condemned', idiot."
"People are wrong, nature is right. I don't trust failures like you."
"What have you gotten in your mind? Madness? Cuckoo birds nesting in your head?!"
"Eugenics."
"This guy must be crazy. If people did bully them so badly, and yet they continued defying expectations, becoming the successes people remember. What are these people like, idiots?!"
"Yes. They should know that if society initially thinks of them as failures, they will be failures. Bullies are societies' judges. Respect them, and they respect you, even if they will beat you up. Fail them, and they will always attack you, and 'haunt you to the ends of the earth.'"
"Only natural-born successes are successes. I am one of them."
"Tell me, Mr. Urbitus Congruent. Have you ever been bullied before? Has anyone ever labelled you a failure?"
"Yes."
"I was also like that, and I was even a bully myself once. I nearly even drove a kid to suicide -- "
"Good for you!"
" -- stop interrupting, meaningless jerk! Now I'm the self-hating, pitiless jerk of a man, a CEO of a company of clowns, such as you. And you're the worst of these clowns! Now tell me, who taught you that nonsense?!"
"My dad."
"What did he work as? A charismatic loser, such as you?"
"An aristocrat."
(skip 2 hours' worth of conversation)
" ... And now, Mr. Urbitus Congruent, I fire you."
"Get out of my company, you ... you ... whatever. Just don't come back!"
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