Many Stories
Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both villain and victim by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. …
…The only verdict is vengeance. …
…This vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose. Therefore, it is my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V.
That's all I remember. I like V's speech for many reasons.
I used to think that I should memorize large volumes of Shakespeare so that I could sound endlessly fancy. I more seriously think I should memorize Scripture – kill two birds with one stone as they say.
I think Werbel may have to become magical – or at least his sword. Just before they were all captured, Jalek – Werbel's dad – said that he was going to teach Werbel "some of the lore." I had no idea what he meant at the time; I think I'm going to take a sort of poetic license and make things magical.
It's strange. I've done so many small writing exercises. I never meant any of them to be anything serious. Even so, most of them itch my mind. Even the dreams I wrote down itch my mind. I want to know what happens. I want to know who the characters are. I still remember the boy who thought he was about to be kicked out of the wizards academy. Instead, because he acknowledged his lack of knowledge, he was promoted. I still remember the village that voted to abolish gravity. I remember the man who had magical keys with which he replaced his arms and battled a demon. I remember the wizard who battled the huge robot. I remember the pirate who longed for his lady. I remember the man who had been blessed by the fire-god.
I want to know what happened to them.
I must now leave to prepare for tutoring etc.
Maybe you can tell me their stories.
…The only verdict is vengeance. …
…This vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose. Therefore, it is my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V.
That's all I remember. I like V's speech for many reasons.
I used to think that I should memorize large volumes of Shakespeare so that I could sound endlessly fancy. I more seriously think I should memorize Scripture – kill two birds with one stone as they say.
I think Werbel may have to become magical – or at least his sword. Just before they were all captured, Jalek – Werbel's dad – said that he was going to teach Werbel "some of the lore." I had no idea what he meant at the time; I think I'm going to take a sort of poetic license and make things magical.
It's strange. I've done so many small writing exercises. I never meant any of them to be anything serious. Even so, most of them itch my mind. Even the dreams I wrote down itch my mind. I want to know what happens. I want to know who the characters are. I still remember the boy who thought he was about to be kicked out of the wizards academy. Instead, because he acknowledged his lack of knowledge, he was promoted. I still remember the village that voted to abolish gravity. I remember the man who had magical keys with which he replaced his arms and battled a demon. I remember the wizard who battled the huge robot. I remember the pirate who longed for his lady. I remember the man who had been blessed by the fire-god.
I want to know what happened to them.
I must now leave to prepare for tutoring etc.
Maybe you can tell me their stories.
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