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:
Heroic Fantasy (Conan The Barbarian)
Current Event: http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-in-school/fantasy-fighting-takes-modernday-gladiators-back-in-time/article6178357.ece
Sukhjeev Hegde adjusted
her brass brassiere and said, “Do you know why they make us wear these things?”
Shrugging, Vrishab
Brahmbatt pulled up steel supporter and said, “Same reason I gotta wear this
thing.”
“And that is…”
she hefted the broadsword, swung it – and nearly chopped Vrish’s head off.
“Would you watch
out with that thing!” he cried, then added, “It’s verisimilitude.”
“How can
dressing this way be ‘an appearance or semblance of truth’ if it’s all fake
anyway? We act like it’s true...”
“Why? So it will
become truth? That’s the most fantastic thing you’ve said on this entire date!”
He pursed his
lips, then said sullenly, “It’s not a date.”
“Sure it is!”
Sukhjee said. “You asked me to come with you on this adventure thing and I said
yes, if we can have a good cup of coffee afterwards.” She glared at him and added, “You’re not
thinking of reneging on the coffee, are you?”
“No, we’ll still
do the coffee, it’s just that I forgot to tell you something about this
simulation.” The ground trembled suddenly and the rest of their mutuality
turned to the castle gate as it wound down on heavy chains. The
computer-generated images – Sukhjee had called them barely adequate shimmered
and seemed to take on the weight of reality.
Without looking
at Vrish, she said, “You forgot to tell me that at some magical command or when
the Moon is in the Seventh House and Jupiter aligns with Mars that peace won’t
be guiding the planets – those gigantic monster sheep with glow-in-the-dark
scarlet eyes will?”
“You took the
words right out of my mouth.”
"So, do we run
or fight?” she asked.
What he assumed
were the ‘real’ people had dropped their weapons and were running away from the
sheepsters. “It’s a first date, I’m open to whatever you’d like to do.”
Sukhjee tossed
her sword from one hand to the other, almost dropped it then grinned at Vrish
then said, “Let’s go fight us some sheepsters, sweetie!” Along with the
once-simulated army, she charged the creature who’d been joined by four others.
“Don’t call me ‘sweetie’,”
Vrish said as he charged after his date.
Names: ♀ Sikh, India ; ♂ Hindu, India
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