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:
Fantasy Noir (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FantasticNoir)
Current Event: http://theirturn.net/former-racehorse-breeder-unmuzzled/
I’m not from
around here. In fact, where I’m from, the worlds you ascribe to authors like JK
Rowling and JRR Tolkien are pale representations of life in OUR 21st Century…
Even so, we got
one thing in common – there are scumbags in both places. My dad is a cop in a
place I’ll call Rowkien. He works in the biggest city, the equivalent of your
New York or Los Angeles, called Mohrpohrq.
The problem is
that I’m NOT supposed to be here and it’s really, really hard for a teenager
with a horse’s body and a human chest, arms, and head to hide out until the
gate that let him through to here opens again. It’s a good thing I learned how
to glamour in Rowkien and for whatever reason, that kind of low-level magic
works here, so I can make it appear that I'm a regular horse. The other problem
is that what are totally COOL names in Rowkien -- like mine -- are not
very...um...powerful here. My name's Hokey Flemm. Yup. Cool in Rowkien. Not so
much here.
Keeping up the
glamour is hard work and it makes me incredibly hungry. I also like to eat a
whole lot more than just oats. We aren’t a vegetarian people in Rowkien.
Especially us centaurs. I was losing weight and starting to look pretty
scrawny. Worst of all, I couldn’t keep the glamour up for more than a few hours
at a time, so I mostly had to let it down when I thought I was alone.
That’s how Waqas
Said and me met, which just so happened to be the night both of us almost
died...
Names: ♂
Rowkien; ♂ Pakistan
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