Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY
IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I
generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family
rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to
write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration
(quote, website, podcast, etc) and then a thought or two that came to mind.
These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat,
irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if
anything comes of them.
Fantasy Trope:
The Quest
Current Event: http://contemplativequest.com/, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice's_Adventures_in_Wonderland
Světlana
Angelika pursed her lips, looking out over the hectares of forest. In the MSP
Vertical Village, it was mostly deciduous trees – oak, maple, patches of
white-barked birch, poplar – with a sprinkling of pine trees. The concourse she
and Uthman Aali were on was packed with people. Not a hundred thousand, for
sure, but too many to think. “We need to go somewhere,” she said abruptly,
speaking in the too loud manner of all the inhabitants of Vertical Villages
everywhere.
Uthman gave her
a look that said, “You’re crazy.”
She slugged him
in the shoulder. It was a little kid move – but then, they’d been friends since
they were three years old. “No, I’m serious. We need to go somewhere real.”
Without changing
his stare, Uthman said, “We can go up to the six hundredth floor...”
“No! I don’t
mean here. This is all so...boring. We need to go,” she pause, “through a
looking glass.”
“A what?”
“A looking
glass! Haven’t you ever read Alice in Wonderland?”
“I might have
seen a threevee of it once. Wasn’t it a cartoon?”
“Yes – and no,
you haven’t seen this. Lewis Carroll wrote a novel, it’s true. But he was a
mathematician. His logic is all over the book. Math. Everything.”
Uthman snorted, “It
sounds like science fiction.”
“It’s fantasy –
she steps through a mirror.”
“If it’s math
and logic, it’s science fiction.”
“There are
talking rabbits,” said Světlana. “And a talking, disappearing cat. As well as a
talking, smoking caterpillar, talking mice, and soldiers made of playing cards.”
“OK. You win. It’s
a fantasy. But what does it have to do with us? What kind of mirror can we jump
through? I’m sure there are some here – but...”
“The windows. We
can jump through one of those.”
“A window?”
“Come on, let’s
go to the outer walls. We’ll leap through one of those!” She turned and ran,
Uthman running after her.
Names: ♀ Czech, Roman; ♂ Arabic, Hindu
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