I wrote fanfic in high school. Who knew?
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valis2I found this a few months ago and set it aside to post on LJ. The assignment was for my high school AP English class, and it was to take a nursery rhyme and rewrite it in a completely different style. Keep in mind I was sixteen when I wrote it, heh, and go easy on the errors. *grins*
An Expressionistic Old Mother Goose
Dark. Very dark. Then a speck of white, appearing in the midst of the storm. Just a single spot of light, obviously outnumbered in the black sky. Slowly, ever so slowly, it crawled across the clouds, until it was close enough to be seen. The figure was a bulky white bird, and a muttering old woman sat astride, manuevering the panicky gander as he strove to keep his balance.
A wretched cottage clung to the blighted earth miserably. The gander hit the ground in a barely controlled landing and the hag jumped off, screaming at another bird who huddled, shivering and wet, next to the door, almost unrecognizable.
The witch's son Jack was in the house. A conniving wretch was he; content to leech off his horrible mother.
The old woman tossed him some coins that no longer gleamed. "Go to the market, boy," she told him, and off he went, pocketing half. He bought a pitiful goose, more bones than flesh, and brought her back to his mother, who raged incessantly about her lost money.
The gander and the goose lived together grudgingly, barely tolerating each other's company but not caring enough to get into a fight.
Jack came out that night and found that his goose had laid a golden egg. His mother came out also, and, upon seeing the shining nugget, claimed it as hers. Jack cried out that it was his, but her old claw-like hands grabbed it first and she jumped upon her gander's back.
The storm had not finished yet as the crone flew her way. Lightning and thunder echoed in her ears and blinded her eyes. Chill rain soaked her scanty rags. Suddenly a terrific gust of wind blew the now-slippery prize out her grasp, and it fell into a lake. The glittering egg plunged to the muck on the bottom, never to be disturbed in its murky grave again.
The original rhyme
Old Mother Goose, when she wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air on a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house, 'twas built in a wood,
An owl at the door for a porter stood.
She had a son Jack, a plain-looking lad,
He was not very good, nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market, a live goose he bought:
"Here! mother," says he, "It will not go for nought."
Jack's goose and her gander grew very fond;
They'd both eat together, or swim in one pond.
Jack found one morning, as I have been told,
His goose had laid him an egg of pure gold.
Jack rode to his mother, the news for to tell.
She called him a good boy, and said it was well.
And Old Mother Goose the goose saddled soon,
And mounting its back, flew up to the moon.
An Expressionistic Old Mother Goose
Dark. Very dark. Then a speck of white, appearing in the midst of the storm. Just a single spot of light, obviously outnumbered in the black sky. Slowly, ever so slowly, it crawled across the clouds, until it was close enough to be seen. The figure was a bulky white bird, and a muttering old woman sat astride, manuevering the panicky gander as he strove to keep his balance.
A wretched cottage clung to the blighted earth miserably. The gander hit the ground in a barely controlled landing and the hag jumped off, screaming at another bird who huddled, shivering and wet, next to the door, almost unrecognizable.
The witch's son Jack was in the house. A conniving wretch was he; content to leech off his horrible mother.
The old woman tossed him some coins that no longer gleamed. "Go to the market, boy," she told him, and off he went, pocketing half. He bought a pitiful goose, more bones than flesh, and brought her back to his mother, who raged incessantly about her lost money.
The gander and the goose lived together grudgingly, barely tolerating each other's company but not caring enough to get into a fight.
Jack came out that night and found that his goose had laid a golden egg. His mother came out also, and, upon seeing the shining nugget, claimed it as hers. Jack cried out that it was his, but her old claw-like hands grabbed it first and she jumped upon her gander's back.
The storm had not finished yet as the crone flew her way. Lightning and thunder echoed in her ears and blinded her eyes. Chill rain soaked her scanty rags. Suddenly a terrific gust of wind blew the now-slippery prize out her grasp, and it fell into a lake. The glittering egg plunged to the muck on the bottom, never to be disturbed in its murky grave again.
The original rhyme
Old Mother Goose, when she wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air on a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house, 'twas built in a wood,
An owl at the door for a porter stood.
She had a son Jack, a plain-looking lad,
He was not very good, nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market, a live goose he bought:
"Here! mother," says he, "It will not go for nought."
Jack's goose and her gander grew very fond;
They'd both eat together, or swim in one pond.
Jack found one morning, as I have been told,
His goose had laid him an egg of pure gold.
Jack rode to his mother, the news for to tell.
She called him a good boy, and said it was well.
And Old Mother Goose the goose saddled soon,
And mounting its back, flew up to the moon.
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Date: 2007-09-18 11:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-18 11:53 pm (UTC)Well, not that much has changed.
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Date: 2007-09-19 03:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-19 11:29 am (UTC)PS: The package went out yesterday, USPS first class. Hopefully it will be there in a week and a half. *hugs*
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Date: 2007-09-19 12:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-19 11:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-19 08:18 am (UTC)Nice. ;p
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Date: 2007-09-19 11:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-19 02:23 pm (UTC)This is my favorite line! lol I love going back into your past writing adventures. They're so much fun.
Next time I'm at my parents house, I should try and find some old stories I wrote. I remember writing an entire play about some trial. No stage direction, just dialogue. lol I wrote a lot when I was younger.
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Date: 2007-09-19 11:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-25 08:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-25 08:54 pm (UTC)It is fun to find these things, definitely!