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:
Historical Fantasy (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HistoricalFantasy)
Current Event: http://www.mlive.com/entertainment/bay-city/index.ssf/2015/12/the_spirit_of_christmas_was_al.html
Filip Dybdahl
sighed then said, “All of the magic has gone out of the world.” He was working a
potion to lay down gold circuitry on an enchanted matrix for a board to be
packed off into space. The telescope the University was working on for the
United Nations would help astrologers make more accurate horoscopes for each of
the signatory countries. Non-signatories would just have to take their chances
with fate.
Shrugging, Maja
Wiig said, “Our ancestors didn’t help keep the saints alive, you know. They
could have been Catholic, but chose to be Protestants instead. Killing off all
the saints, as it were.”
Filip grunted. “If
there was one bit of magic I could call back,” he began.
“Don’t!” Maja
exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t you know
anything about the intersection of the real and the fantastic?”
He straightened
up, thumbs going into the small of his back, shaking his head. “I had the same
fundamental courses you did before I sat for my Masters in Alchemy. What are
you talking about?”
“You remember
when you took that elective class in Classical Egyptian Incantations?”
“Duh. Professor
McGuillicudy said if I wanted to get my bachelor’s I had to take her class.”
“Yeah? Well I
took a physics class instead.”
His eyes
widened. “You took Planar Mathematic Spells for Physicists?”
She shrugged
again. “Calculus was always fun for me. Conjuring gravity anomalies was a great
way to meet boys with brains.”
“So you learned
about this what, ‘intersection of the real and the fantastic’? What’s that
supposed to mean?”
She scowled at
him and said, “You sound pretty hostile. I don’t know if I want to tell you
about it. Especially if you’re standing there ready to bite my head off.
Whatever happened to your Scandinavian coolness?”
“It heated up
when we got here. The Massachusetts Institute of Thaumaturgy isn’t exactly a
place where I can lay back on my frozen butt and bask in the glories of my
previous accomplishments! I’ve had to fight against these Gud forbannet Amerikanere for everything I’ve gotten.” He swung a
flat-handed chop at her. “You have, too!”
She surrendered
with both hands up and a laugh, “You’re the one who wanted to bring back the
magic of Christmas!”
He opened his
mouth to continue his attack, then closed it. He closed his eyes, then put dug
one thumb into each temple, adding, “I’m tired. Not myself.” He looked up at
her and for a moment, his gaze was bleak. “And I miss home. It’s Christmas…”
Names: ♀
Norway; ♂ Norway
Image: http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwoilyycMO1qcobyd.jpg
(Can you say 19th Century jawas, anyone?)
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