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Craig Gosse
03-07-2008, 08:23 AM
Okay, thought this might be interesting. I want you to imagine writing a story set 'here':

You needn't actually write the story, (though, of course, you can if you wish). What I'm suggesting is that you brain-storm the story. How would you write it, what would be your perspective? Why, and where, is it happening...? Is it what it seems, or is it something else?

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Craig Gosse
03-07-2008, 09:06 AM
On the other hand....

With a sigh of resignation, John lifted one hand to hi forehead, a wry grin twisting his face as he shook his head slightly.

"Vladimir Ilyich," He said, patiently, "That has nothing to do with the point I was trying to make. In fact, you just twisted something I said into something else entirely, just to have a spring-board from which to make a point that, I'm quite sure, you were fully planning to make before I even said anything!'

His companion bristle with indignation that was, in John's opinion, at least partially feigned.

"Nyet!" Vladimir asserted. "I simply am pointing out that you are not having properly considered..."

"Whoa, hold on a second..." John interrupted, his gaze suddenly going distant as he peered over Vladimir's shoulder - and he groaned.

"Pardon me..." He hastily excused himself, rising from his chair. "Chinggis and Napoleon are at it again..."

Not even bothering to listen as Lenin expounded on the inevitability of of conflict between two decadant bourgeois something-or-others, John hurried towards the two mounted men, almost absently displaying a politely firm manner as he forced his way through the crowd. He was nearly to where the pair of men were shaking fists and hurling multilingual imprecations at each other, when he suddenly checked his stride - almost as if by magic, another figure had materialized out of the ring of people surrounding the two horsemen.

John made no effort to hide a grin as the bespectacled, swarthy-skinned little bald man calmly strode between the two restive mounts. Though Mohandas' methods were almost diametrically opposed to his own, John had faith in Ghandi's ability to keep the two men from actually coming to blows...

(*grin*)

HeronW
03-09-2008, 02:59 AM
Einstein knew time was relative, in fact, everything and everyone was related. Pyramids, Dali, that damn cockatoo who kept screaming, Shirley Temple, the unmentionable camel with the digestive disorder. This wasn't hell, because he could get a decent drink, though the service was a tad uneven. It wasn't heaven unless certain miscreants had changed their ways, and as for being purgatory, that wouldn't explain the chameleon's turning plaid or the cat who kept a running commentary on the lack of decent tummy scratches.