... the story begins, and the reader knows it will include stories of fantasy- of brave knights slaughtering tormenting dragons and of fair damsels left helpless at great heights. Their stone prisons always have a window, though, giving any tale which begins once upon a time an escape to end happily ever after. Doesn't it seem more fitting for a fabulous fantasy to begin never upon an existing time? What about a story where the dragon wins, and the damsel is left unsaved in her fine robes to decay and collect dust? It ends in morbid destruction. Calm, serene lakes become a bitter mixture of fire and blood, and the trees are strangled with clouds of smoke. There is no chance of an ever after unless it resides within a charred little melancholy hut whose hay roof now settles over the house as burning sinders. And isn't that a better read?
(I felt bad for lurking when Shig has been posting so much. A bit rantish, I know. Bear with me if you are at all able. Today was mediocre at best, but I did manage to get some money babysitting and such. Between music and ginger candy (Aimee, I think you got me started on a strange ginger fix somehow) I'm feeling quite content. And it's always nice to be able to thumb through a stack of bills (yeah... they're only tens... so...?). Both my brother and my uncle are moving this weekend, so I think I'll be tired of boxes and ready for some fire once the fourth rolls around. Everyone seems to be leaving, though, it's a shame. Must be a holiday thing.)
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