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. Regarding
Fantasy, this insight was startling: “I see the fantasy genre as an
ever-shifting metaphor for life in this world, an innocuous medium that allows
the author to examine difficult, even controversial, subjects with impunity.
Honor, religion, politics, nobility, integrity, greed—we’ve an endless list of
ideals to be dissected and explored. And maybe learned from.” – Melissa
McPhail.
Fantasy
Trope: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FantasticNoir
Alambil shook her head and
said, “I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be writing down what I say.”
Uvilas snorted, as any good
centaur can do, and said, “Who said you were Sherlock and I was Watson?”
Alambil, once a star in
Narnia and currently a visitor to the Court of Caspian XII, snorted just as
loudly. Her mother would have said it was unladylike – or unstarlike. Alambil
didn’t really care as she said, “You were Sherlock last week. I get to be it
this week...”
“Him. In the book Queen Susan
the Gentle sent with Her Most Kind and Royal Majesty Queen Lucy the Valiant,
Sherlock Holmes is a Human male.”
She brushed him away, saying,
“Whatever.”
There was a knock at the
door. Alambil and Uvilas looked at each other then she bowed and gestured to
the door. Uvilas scowled and crossed the floor of the cottage, reached for the
door then stepped back.
“Just do it, Sissyhoofs!”
Alambil hissed. Uvilas clenched his jaw cantered a meter forward, threw the
bolt and yanked the door open.
Four Calmorenes, wicked scimitar
swords drawn pointed at Uvilas’ heart but instead of swinging, they prodded him
backward until he gave way. A moment later, a woman, whose head was wrapped in
a turban and whose face was entirely veiled swept into the room. She turned
once, then clapped her hands. The soldiers and their swords fell back and
closed the door softly behind them.
The woman lifted her turban,
trailing the veils over her face until they saw that she was an older woman,
face seamed with laughlines and hair silvered with age.
Alambil gasped and fell to
her knees, “Your majesty!” She looked up at Uvilas and hissed, down on your front
knees Sissyhoofs! This is Queen Aravis of Archenland, Princess of Calormen,
Duchess of the Lonely Isles!”
The elderly woman smiled and
looked down on them and said, “I have need of your criminal detection skills.”
“Your majesty?” said Uvilas.
“Yes, my horse, Hwin, has
been kidnapped. You must find her!”
Names:
♀ Narnia; ♂ Narnia
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