Nonce upon a time, there was a story which fled with extraordinary rapidity.
It’s long been known that certain words are extremely elusive, but that ain’t the half of it. Given the application of sufficiently powerful writer’s block, any word or set of words can lope off at an unnerving speed, leaving you sputtering and unsure, frustratedly slapping your cowboy hat against your knee and shouting, “Dagnabbit!”
Did everyone die?
Probably.
Did everyone cry?
Probably.
One might assume that everyone lived happily ever after, but then again, that seems unlikely even in a static narrative, much less one that has stolen a Chevy and fled eastbound and down on Highway 66.
Perhaps the story contained a brave Prince. Or three of them. Princesses? Dragons? Wizards? Sure. Whichever you like best.
I can’t say anything for sure about the tale, as I never did catch it. But it stands to reason that it probably contains all of your favorite things and you’d really like it. If you hang about a bit more, you might just get to ingest it. You never know. Stranger things have happened, especially in the weirdly wordy forests you’ll find here, amidst the pages (virtual and otherwise) of our assorted offerings.
They say inspiration lends you wings. Let’s hope so. The tale in question just hijacked an experimental spaceship. I guess we’re headed to Mars. Take a deep breath.
AND THEY ALL LIVED INDETERMINATELY EVER AFTER, AND SO FORTH.
My name is Jeff Mach (“Dark Lord” is optional) and I build communities, put on events, and make stories come into being. I also tweet a lot over @darklordjournal.
