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.
F Trope: Magic
librarian
Current Event: http://guides.slv.vic.gov.au/magic
(Watch the video! Absolutely fascinating!)
Bella Heathcote
peeked around the corner and whispered to Rupert Chidiac, “How much farther?”
“It’s supposed be
at the end of the aisle,” Rupert whispered. The young man and young woman made
their way through the dark library.
“This is a magic library – how do we know it’s
still there?”
“It’s not a magic LIBRARY; it’s a MAGIC library.”
“That’s not what
you said!” Rupert hissed.
“The emPHAsis is
on the first SYllable.”
“What?”
They reached the
end of the aisle without the end shelves moving anywhere. Nothing jumped out at
them. In fact, by the time they turned the corner, they were walking rather
than sneaking. “I said that the library isn’t the magical part, it’s the books,
information, paintings, photographs and artifacts that are magic. It’s
extremely valuable.”
“I thought this
was supposed to be scary,” said Rupert. “Money isn’t scary.”
“If you don’t have
enough it’s scary.”
“How would you
know?”
“You think you
know about me, I could tell you...”
They’d been
walking along the dim aisle, light from green EXIT signs and security
spotlights from each end of the library. Rupert whispered, “What was that?”
“What was what?”
Bella said. Beside her head, a breathy voice spoke from the bookshelf.
“...that...that...that...”
“Did you say
something?” she asked Rupert.
“Uh...uh...uh...”
said her friend.
“What’s wrong with
you?” snapped Bella, spinning around. “Quit messing around!”
Something on the
bookshelf said, “...around...around...around...”
“Who said that?”
“...that...that...that…”
said the bookshelves.
Bella stared at
the shelves then lifted a hand. The books themselves had been pushed back. In
front of her was a small picture frame.
Inside was...
Names: ♀ Latin,
Anglo-Saxon; ♂ Old High German, Romania
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