Dr. Love
06-27-2011, 01:40 AM
“I hate him so much; I mean . . . what the heck does he know about me, or anything that has ever gone on? It’s like he only wants to get involved if it’s something that I did wrong!” As I ran down that snowy path the ice cold air stung my face like a thousand tiny needles, each of them numbing my skin even further until eventually the only things that I could feel were the tears that were flooding down my face, burning the still fresh scars and wounds. “Gosh he makes me so sick! Every time I think about him I wish we had never met! If I could I’d…OMF!” I tripped and fell in the snow face first. While I was running it had never occurred to me how fatigued I really was, but while I was on the ground I had to struggle in order to catch my breath. It actually hurt hitting the snow like that, despite my light weight, but with how frustrated I was I really didn’t care all that much. I just laid there lifelessly on my stomach, hands icy blue, face blood red, lips dark purple, feet freezing over. My entire body was there shivering in that 11 inch deep snow for several minutes. The reason was simple: I did it because I felt like it, and since it’s my life I can do whatever I want with it, right? As I was about to . . .
-WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!
-Ugh. What is it now, Joseph?
-You’ve gotta start at the beginning, not the middle.
-It’s called in medias res.
-I know what it’s called! I just want the audience to know what happened from the very beginning
-I’ll get to that, but it’ll be in a “story within a story” form.
-Y’know, I didn’t like it when Homer did it, and I’m certainly not gonna like it when you do it.
-Fine then, how do you want to do it?
-From the beginning of course. I’ve just gotta set the mood for it.
-I’ve already done that, Joseph! You’re just going to…
-SH! Shhhhhhh… I’m about to tell the story.
-*sigh* Of what?
-Of how this all began. Now then. . . AHEM!
Once upon a time, there lived a young heir to a wealthy family who lived in a shining manor. Although he had everything that he could ever ask for, he was cruel, selfish, and unfeeling. Then, one stormy winter’s night, a poor beggar girl came to the manor asking for food and shelter from the freezing cold. In return, the girl offered a single wood crafted marionette as a gift. The boy, disgusted by her meager appearance, scoffed at the gift, and turned the girl away. The girl warned him, however, not to be fooled by mere appearances, for true worth is found within. But when he turned her away once more, the girl transformed into a beautiful angel. The boy tried to repent, but it was too late; the angel had seen that the boy did not posses the true jewel of life. As punishment, she transformed him into a marionette, and placed a binding curse on his manor and all of its inhabitants. Only the boy had the power to break the curse; if he could find the precious jewel that the angel spoke of, the curse would be lifted, but if not, he would be doomed to remain a marionette for all time.
“Let the story that follows be added on to what you already know”
-WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!
-Ugh. What is it now, Joseph?
-You’ve gotta start at the beginning, not the middle.
-It’s called in medias res.
-I know what it’s called! I just want the audience to know what happened from the very beginning
-I’ll get to that, but it’ll be in a “story within a story” form.
-Y’know, I didn’t like it when Homer did it, and I’m certainly not gonna like it when you do it.
-Fine then, how do you want to do it?
-From the beginning of course. I’ve just gotta set the mood for it.
-I’ve already done that, Joseph! You’re just going to…
-SH! Shhhhhhh… I’m about to tell the story.
-*sigh* Of what?
-Of how this all began. Now then. . . AHEM!
Once upon a time, there lived a young heir to a wealthy family who lived in a shining manor. Although he had everything that he could ever ask for, he was cruel, selfish, and unfeeling. Then, one stormy winter’s night, a poor beggar girl came to the manor asking for food and shelter from the freezing cold. In return, the girl offered a single wood crafted marionette as a gift. The boy, disgusted by her meager appearance, scoffed at the gift, and turned the girl away. The girl warned him, however, not to be fooled by mere appearances, for true worth is found within. But when he turned her away once more, the girl transformed into a beautiful angel. The boy tried to repent, but it was too late; the angel had seen that the boy did not posses the true jewel of life. As punishment, she transformed him into a marionette, and placed a binding curse on his manor and all of its inhabitants. Only the boy had the power to break the curse; if he could find the precious jewel that the angel spoke of, the curse would be lifted, but if not, he would be doomed to remain a marionette for all time.
“Let the story that follows be added on to what you already know”