Post by elora on Jul 25, 2006 9:20:47 GMT -8
First Liteature Thread on the Board.
Reviews wanted, enjoy:
Chapter 1 - 'De Angel or 'De Author ??
" Hey, Billy! Go get George, you two mus' be seeing 'tis! "
Said the little shrewd man dressed in green and brown like one of those fairytale peasents which called themselves elves.
" Aye, aye, Musco! 'O, 'Eorge! Musco's got a treasure! " Shouted out the other little man which was apparently Billy, dressed in same clothing as the first elf. A taller elf came down the mud stairs of the small straw hut, into the basement which was used as the living room and main floor of the house. There wasn't much inside though, besides a wooden counter without any drawers next to the door and three little chairs made out of dry mud, perhaps 'tis was their party furniture?
The large elf from upstairs came down in green trunks, shirt, and hat. His shoes soft and forest until coming to the toes when they pointed upwards and then did a route back towards the foot, not reaching it, but attempting to, like the typical elf's clothing. This elf had a blonde beard across his clean chin and a pipe in his mouth though, and his icy blue eyes were not in the greatest of moods today. " What is it you've found, Musco? Is it a great pot of coin and jewel or a large wheelbarrow of pebbles like last week, e'h? " " Ne, brother George. Ne, it is not either of 'dese. "
"Swell, is it a club of broccili?"
"Ne, brother George. Ne."
"A wooden steak?"
"It is neither a club of broccili nor a wooden stake."
"He said 'steak', Musco." Corrected Billy, the most charming elf of the threesome, wearing the same clothing as George as George was wearing the same as Musco. Billy had no beard and no pipe and his eyes were as cheerful as he was, unlike brother George and little Musco. His blond hair was revealed parsly from under his cap and his smile was wrecklessly friendly! And though brother Billy has not liked fighting since it evolved, he usually has his bits in George's and Musco's arguements.
" Well I have found neither a 'steak' nor a 'stake'. I have found a girl! " Musco was quick to let it slip from his tongue since George didn't as if he was going to listen much longer. " I think she is an angel. " Musco's voice filled with excitement, his thick blond sideburns ashowin' before his ears.
" An angel? " George listened closely, taking his pipe from his mouth for a quick moment to puff out the rings of smoke. " Aye!" Musco replied. Billy chuckled whole-heartidly, " An angel, lad? My, we've seen a billion a' lasses 'round here and ain't none of 'em angels! 'Tis for sure! Their all small, skinny, like to nag a lot and that's why all of us 're single! " He was amused at Musco's stupidity, though Billy was a very clever one, that didn't mean he was always the smartest all the time. Ne. " Aye! Billy, 'tis an awfully reasonable explanation but absolutely incorrect! " Argued Musco, noticing that George was about to give in with ol' brother Billy." All 'de lasses 'round here wear the green and 'de red. None of them look like angels with their dark oak hair and 'der bright blue eyes a' now! But 'dis lass I found be a real swell angel, let me show ye! " Musco was eager to show his discovery, he motioned for his two brothers be it to wait and stepped outside into the cold rainy fields for a moment, coming back in the next moment holding an awfully large hand in his own two. The arm that this hand belonged to was clothed in white threads, embroided with silk patterns and jewels, whomever this arm and hand belonged to was a very large person though neither George nor' Billy could see 'de face from inside their little home which meant 'de person was even taller then the house.
" Tis' be the girl I found! " Musco said, and when Billy and George looked, a lovely tall woman was bending her back, crouching to enter the mud home that belonged to the threesome. She came inside holding the edges of her gown which was soaked and wet with dirt stains all over it, her skin was fair and smooth and her eyes were elegant. Long curly locks of blond hair fell from the lass's head, as she sat down on the wooden floor which was supposed to be a carpet, her head touched 'de ceiling. A scroll of depression was written on her face in small words.
Musco pointed at her, " Tis' beauty beith 'de angel I found!" He explained to his brothers openly, with the lady hearing each word he had to say about her though she showed no reaction. " See how she is different? The lovely long legs, me' brothers! The curls in 'er hair, and the wonderful eyes that make the day of any lucky man who happens to see her! And that means us! " He chuckled in relief that he were the merry man who happened to find this 'angel'.
Billy leaned over near Musco and pointed at the lass who was excitingly tall and muttered, " Say, does she have a name? " In interest. Musco only rubbed his head, " I don't really know. I haven't asked her, it'd be a joy if she were to speak our langauge! " He nodded his head, " Let me ask 'er. " Musco said bravely as he approached the extraordinary woman. " Have a name, lass? "
...
" How old are 'ye? "
...
" That gown looks so pretty on ye! Almost as if yer' getting married! "
" - I was."
"She speaks!" Musco and his two merry brothers gasped in excitement, what a amazing moment it was. The woman began to speak longer sentences to the three merry man which had her sheltered,
" I was getting married. Earlier this mornin' I was having trouble deciding what it was I was going to wear for my gown. My sister, Arlene, had worn a blue dress that was tight on her skin and sleeveless with nice italian shoes and jewelery and a silk veil. It wasn't a wedding gown though, and my mother said it would be more extraordinary a wedding if I did my own thing instead of following the fashion of my sister. And so I went to Macys' with Kenedy, my best friend, whom offered a helping hand on picking my dress. We were there for a bit but then she ushered she had to go, her husband, Brad, was calling and she had to be home early to make dinner for the guests that were coming over tonight. Anyhow ... I left Macy's empty handed, I was still in need for my wedding dress which is technically still next week, Thursday, and I came out wearing this as just a simple dress. And then I went to seek my fortune... "
"Aye! You went to the scariest dungeon in yer' city? " George was excited, puffing on his pipe strongly.
" Ne. " The lass replied.
"Aye! You went to the King and demanded thirty coin of real silver? " Billy took a guess of his own.
" Ne. " The lass replied.
"Aye! You went to a fortune teller?!" Musco was the most excited, and -
" Aye! " The most correct, the lass replied. " I went to a fortune teller and she read me my future, it was ... difficult to believe but I parsly realized it was true when I whinded up here in this place. " She spoke.
"This place? What do you mean? This is The Hwoods! We've got Hoods and we've got Woods! The greatest place in the valley, lass! " Spoke George, admiring his hometown.
" Ne. " The lass shook her head in doubt, " I meant, until I whind up in ... a fairytale. "
"Fairytale?!!!" The three merry men gasped.
They all loosened their brown leather belts and patted their dirty leather shoes and started to dance, trumpets, drums, singing:
" Ne, lass, excuse me but my hearing is quite poor! "
DUM, DUM, DUM!
" Can you repeat that for me to my face? For I think that I mistook what you said, and I think what you really meant to say: "
" Was: This is not a fairytale land! Just because we've got talking bowls and flying saucers, doesn't mean we're paper imposters!
This is the Hwoods, the sweetest place around! Get our cherries from the ground, and make merry noisy sounds! Like the three merry man, all we can do, is wonder what 'tis lass has said about our land this is covered in green and blue! Our land that is byfar the best! "
DUM, DUM, DUM!
"No, please stop singing, boys." The lass made haste to try and stop the singing and the music which was coming from a unknown, un-seeable source. The three men did not stop though, took in each other's arms and hopped from one foot to the other, dancing?
Musco made the first introduction when the second verse came 'round, " Lass, don't be mistaken! Although our women are baking and making cookies from time to time - doesn't mean that us men are lazy, we cook for our kids when we're out of dimes! And though us merry men have beards and sideburns, doesn't mean that we're not so cute! Say, we were kind enough to give you shelter, and how it was our pleasure since your such a beaut! "
"We're not fairytale creatures that you've read about, yes indeed, we know what they are!" Billy's turn, " But you would be mistaken completely if you thought we similar to things in that movie, 'Cars'! " DA, DA, DA, DA, DA, DA, DA! Da. Da! Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow! " We're all merry men from Hwoods! And we love to go arrrroooounnnnd! "
DUUUUUUURN, DUUUUUUUUUURN!
The merry men lined up before the lass with very large smiles, the music had dissappeared, the lass blinked twice in disbelief. " What a wonderful song, merry men. But indeed, you are the fairytale creatures that I've read about and made stories of from time to time. " She explained to them.
" Waitaminute! Your a journalist? " Musco gasped in excitement. "She's a journalist! " "My gosh! It's not true. Your a journalist? " Billy twiddled his thumbs right off and had to carefully put them back on. " The lass is a journalist?! " George made enough smoke to come out of his pipe for it to look like a train.
The woman nodded, " Aye... I mean ... yes. A 'Human' Journalist. You merry men are all little elves, I'm from the year 2007. And what year is it here in ... Hwoods? "
"Eh ... what is a year exactly, lass ? " Musco asked, twitching his fingers on his broad chin.
" Goodness, gracious, lads! You don't even know what a year is? See, in my book 'Green Feet' the elves didn't know what years were, either. Your just fragments of other people's imaginations, men. Fairytale creatures... you see, your not real. I came from a real world because of some stupid fortune cookie telling thing or whatever ... I am real! You are not, that's how Billy was able to put his thumbs back on and there was no blood. "
"Waitaminute, how did you know my name ? " Billy asked, none of them had introduced themselves. The woman smiled and sighed, " I'm your author. Keira Harvey ... well, technically, Scout since I'm supposed to be getting married in a week. You can all call me Keira though. Musco, George, Billy-boy!"
"Hey - everyone calls me 'Billy-boy!'! " Billy whined like a child. Keira, technically Scout, smiled. "Not in this chapter, little one. Only me."
Chapter 2 - Explain it ALL!
Well, it was quite strange a day for the three merry men. For extraordinary reasons indeed, one was their 'Author' showing up, Keira 'technically' Scout. And the others were a bit un-important.
Reviews wanted, enjoy:
Chapter 1 - 'De Angel or 'De Author ??
" Hey, Billy! Go get George, you two mus' be seeing 'tis! "
Said the little shrewd man dressed in green and brown like one of those fairytale peasents which called themselves elves.
" Aye, aye, Musco! 'O, 'Eorge! Musco's got a treasure! " Shouted out the other little man which was apparently Billy, dressed in same clothing as the first elf. A taller elf came down the mud stairs of the small straw hut, into the basement which was used as the living room and main floor of the house. There wasn't much inside though, besides a wooden counter without any drawers next to the door and three little chairs made out of dry mud, perhaps 'tis was their party furniture?
The large elf from upstairs came down in green trunks, shirt, and hat. His shoes soft and forest until coming to the toes when they pointed upwards and then did a route back towards the foot, not reaching it, but attempting to, like the typical elf's clothing. This elf had a blonde beard across his clean chin and a pipe in his mouth though, and his icy blue eyes were not in the greatest of moods today. " What is it you've found, Musco? Is it a great pot of coin and jewel or a large wheelbarrow of pebbles like last week, e'h? " " Ne, brother George. Ne, it is not either of 'dese. "
"Swell, is it a club of broccili?"
"Ne, brother George. Ne."
"A wooden steak?"
"It is neither a club of broccili nor a wooden stake."
"He said 'steak', Musco." Corrected Billy, the most charming elf of the threesome, wearing the same clothing as George as George was wearing the same as Musco. Billy had no beard and no pipe and his eyes were as cheerful as he was, unlike brother George and little Musco. His blond hair was revealed parsly from under his cap and his smile was wrecklessly friendly! And though brother Billy has not liked fighting since it evolved, he usually has his bits in George's and Musco's arguements.
" Well I have found neither a 'steak' nor a 'stake'. I have found a girl! " Musco was quick to let it slip from his tongue since George didn't as if he was going to listen much longer. " I think she is an angel. " Musco's voice filled with excitement, his thick blond sideburns ashowin' before his ears.
" An angel? " George listened closely, taking his pipe from his mouth for a quick moment to puff out the rings of smoke. " Aye!" Musco replied. Billy chuckled whole-heartidly, " An angel, lad? My, we've seen a billion a' lasses 'round here and ain't none of 'em angels! 'Tis for sure! Their all small, skinny, like to nag a lot and that's why all of us 're single! " He was amused at Musco's stupidity, though Billy was a very clever one, that didn't mean he was always the smartest all the time. Ne. " Aye! Billy, 'tis an awfully reasonable explanation but absolutely incorrect! " Argued Musco, noticing that George was about to give in with ol' brother Billy." All 'de lasses 'round here wear the green and 'de red. None of them look like angels with their dark oak hair and 'der bright blue eyes a' now! But 'dis lass I found be a real swell angel, let me show ye! " Musco was eager to show his discovery, he motioned for his two brothers be it to wait and stepped outside into the cold rainy fields for a moment, coming back in the next moment holding an awfully large hand in his own two. The arm that this hand belonged to was clothed in white threads, embroided with silk patterns and jewels, whomever this arm and hand belonged to was a very large person though neither George nor' Billy could see 'de face from inside their little home which meant 'de person was even taller then the house.
" Tis' be the girl I found! " Musco said, and when Billy and George looked, a lovely tall woman was bending her back, crouching to enter the mud home that belonged to the threesome. She came inside holding the edges of her gown which was soaked and wet with dirt stains all over it, her skin was fair and smooth and her eyes were elegant. Long curly locks of blond hair fell from the lass's head, as she sat down on the wooden floor which was supposed to be a carpet, her head touched 'de ceiling. A scroll of depression was written on her face in small words.
Musco pointed at her, " Tis' beauty beith 'de angel I found!" He explained to his brothers openly, with the lady hearing each word he had to say about her though she showed no reaction. " See how she is different? The lovely long legs, me' brothers! The curls in 'er hair, and the wonderful eyes that make the day of any lucky man who happens to see her! And that means us! " He chuckled in relief that he were the merry man who happened to find this 'angel'.
Billy leaned over near Musco and pointed at the lass who was excitingly tall and muttered, " Say, does she have a name? " In interest. Musco only rubbed his head, " I don't really know. I haven't asked her, it'd be a joy if she were to speak our langauge! " He nodded his head, " Let me ask 'er. " Musco said bravely as he approached the extraordinary woman. " Have a name, lass? "
...
" How old are 'ye? "
...
" That gown looks so pretty on ye! Almost as if yer' getting married! "
" - I was."
"She speaks!" Musco and his two merry brothers gasped in excitement, what a amazing moment it was. The woman began to speak longer sentences to the three merry man which had her sheltered,
" I was getting married. Earlier this mornin' I was having trouble deciding what it was I was going to wear for my gown. My sister, Arlene, had worn a blue dress that was tight on her skin and sleeveless with nice italian shoes and jewelery and a silk veil. It wasn't a wedding gown though, and my mother said it would be more extraordinary a wedding if I did my own thing instead of following the fashion of my sister. And so I went to Macys' with Kenedy, my best friend, whom offered a helping hand on picking my dress. We were there for a bit but then she ushered she had to go, her husband, Brad, was calling and she had to be home early to make dinner for the guests that were coming over tonight. Anyhow ... I left Macy's empty handed, I was still in need for my wedding dress which is technically still next week, Thursday, and I came out wearing this as just a simple dress. And then I went to seek my fortune... "
"Aye! You went to the scariest dungeon in yer' city? " George was excited, puffing on his pipe strongly.
" Ne. " The lass replied.
"Aye! You went to the King and demanded thirty coin of real silver? " Billy took a guess of his own.
" Ne. " The lass replied.
"Aye! You went to a fortune teller?!" Musco was the most excited, and -
" Aye! " The most correct, the lass replied. " I went to a fortune teller and she read me my future, it was ... difficult to believe but I parsly realized it was true when I whinded up here in this place. " She spoke.
"This place? What do you mean? This is The Hwoods! We've got Hoods and we've got Woods! The greatest place in the valley, lass! " Spoke George, admiring his hometown.
" Ne. " The lass shook her head in doubt, " I meant, until I whind up in ... a fairytale. "
"Fairytale?!!!" The three merry men gasped.
They all loosened their brown leather belts and patted their dirty leather shoes and started to dance, trumpets, drums, singing:
" Ne, lass, excuse me but my hearing is quite poor! "
DUM, DUM, DUM!
" Can you repeat that for me to my face? For I think that I mistook what you said, and I think what you really meant to say: "
" Was: This is not a fairytale land! Just because we've got talking bowls and flying saucers, doesn't mean we're paper imposters!
This is the Hwoods, the sweetest place around! Get our cherries from the ground, and make merry noisy sounds! Like the three merry man, all we can do, is wonder what 'tis lass has said about our land this is covered in green and blue! Our land that is byfar the best! "
DUM, DUM, DUM!
"No, please stop singing, boys." The lass made haste to try and stop the singing and the music which was coming from a unknown, un-seeable source. The three men did not stop though, took in each other's arms and hopped from one foot to the other, dancing?
Musco made the first introduction when the second verse came 'round, " Lass, don't be mistaken! Although our women are baking and making cookies from time to time - doesn't mean that us men are lazy, we cook for our kids when we're out of dimes! And though us merry men have beards and sideburns, doesn't mean that we're not so cute! Say, we were kind enough to give you shelter, and how it was our pleasure since your such a beaut! "
"We're not fairytale creatures that you've read about, yes indeed, we know what they are!" Billy's turn, " But you would be mistaken completely if you thought we similar to things in that movie, 'Cars'! " DA, DA, DA, DA, DA, DA, DA! Da. Da! Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow! " We're all merry men from Hwoods! And we love to go arrrroooounnnnd! "
DUUUUUUURN, DUUUUUUUUUURN!
The merry men lined up before the lass with very large smiles, the music had dissappeared, the lass blinked twice in disbelief. " What a wonderful song, merry men. But indeed, you are the fairytale creatures that I've read about and made stories of from time to time. " She explained to them.
" Waitaminute! Your a journalist? " Musco gasped in excitement. "She's a journalist! " "My gosh! It's not true. Your a journalist? " Billy twiddled his thumbs right off and had to carefully put them back on. " The lass is a journalist?! " George made enough smoke to come out of his pipe for it to look like a train.
The woman nodded, " Aye... I mean ... yes. A 'Human' Journalist. You merry men are all little elves, I'm from the year 2007. And what year is it here in ... Hwoods? "
"Eh ... what is a year exactly, lass ? " Musco asked, twitching his fingers on his broad chin.
" Goodness, gracious, lads! You don't even know what a year is? See, in my book 'Green Feet' the elves didn't know what years were, either. Your just fragments of other people's imaginations, men. Fairytale creatures... you see, your not real. I came from a real world because of some stupid fortune cookie telling thing or whatever ... I am real! You are not, that's how Billy was able to put his thumbs back on and there was no blood. "
"Waitaminute, how did you know my name ? " Billy asked, none of them had introduced themselves. The woman smiled and sighed, " I'm your author. Keira Harvey ... well, technically, Scout since I'm supposed to be getting married in a week. You can all call me Keira though. Musco, George, Billy-boy!"
"Hey - everyone calls me 'Billy-boy!'! " Billy whined like a child. Keira, technically Scout, smiled. "Not in this chapter, little one. Only me."
Chapter 2 - Explain it ALL!
Well, it was quite strange a day for the three merry men. For extraordinary reasons indeed, one was their 'Author' showing up, Keira 'technically' Scout. And the others were a bit un-important.
