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.
F Trope: elves,
gnomes and Halflings
Current Event: http://www.icenews.is/index.php/2011/07/02/icelandic-town-hopes-angry-elves-have-been-soothed-by-songs/
So…a guy – call
him Geir Laxness – is born in Iceland and grows up. He’s got no mom and lives
alone with dad, who is an anthropologist.
They’ve
travelled a bit, so he’s seen a lot, but he’s always been shy. He reads lots of
fantasy and likes LORD OF THE RINGS a lot and can even read the Icelandic
translation (which his few friends think is weird). One of his heroes is “Snorri
Sturluson, a descendant of Egil’s Saga’s hero, but this remains uncertain. The
standard modern edition of Icelandic sagas is known as Íslenzk Fornrit.”
His online name is “Snorri”.
He skypes other
friends all the time and has contacts all over the world. Him and his dad are
at a conference in Minneapolis, MN. It’s his first time in the US interior and
he manages to get away from Dad and go to a fantasy and science fiction
bookstore called “Uncle Hugo’s”.
It’s across the
street from a REALLY intriguing International Marketplace and he figures he’ll
pop over there and see what’s up…
That’s when he
witnesses a murder: a group of white kids, tattooed with Celtic runes Geir understands, and heads shaved, on
skateboards, attack and kill a black man and an Hispanic woman. They disappear
back down a staircase to a bike trail below.
Geir tries to
help, but doesn’t know to call 911 in the US, so he does what he can. As she dies, the woman
presses a folded sheet of paper into his hand and says, "Our deaths have been unplanned. The gnomes are moving in force. You are from our world, please…"
Names: ♀
Iceland
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