One day, King Lear asked his daughters to say how much they each loved him. It turned out to be a bad idea and a very bad day. But the day BEFORE was pretty good. He taxed the tenants, he had a lovely breakfast, his stroll in the gardens seemed particularly refreshing. What does your protagonist do on an ordinary day ... the day before all the things in your novel turned into a story.
Alone on an Island
She found herself alone in the palm trees and if she didn't act quickly ...
Legalese
What language does your baby speak? What languages have you studied? Using legalese, write something incriminating. What is good for your later development?
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Alone on an Island bny Wolfgang Glinka
She found herself alone amongst the palm trees and she knew that this was her moment.
She had to act quickly whilst the others were still walking across the sand.
It would hurt but it was worth it and it must be done now.
She jumped.
It was only a small drop onto the rocks but it did the trick..her ankle bent away from her leg at an alarming angle and it hurt like hell.
Now we'll cancel the trip..we can't leave you here alone. It is out of the question.
That was Hugo being nice. In reality they all knew that her injury would not prevent the others going on the six week cruise the islands.
The broken ankle was a bit more than she had planned...a sprain would have worked better... but the damage was done and the plan could proceed.
There was a lot of kissing and hugging of course. Superficial expressions of guilt and pointless pieces of advice soothed the harshness of leaving this pretty young woman alone on the island Well, alone apart from the native inhabitants.
She was so pleased to see them go. Her two dull cousins, Hugo and Freddie and their dreadful friend, Melanie.
It had been a mistake to plan a holiday with them in the first place.
This beautiful island, so perfect in every other way, became a prison when she was stranded with them having to listen to their prejudices and their facile observations.
She would be fine, they all agreed, if she rested at the hotel until the others returned.
A few good books, plenty of excellent native food and a moderate dose of sunshine and she would be mending in no time.
What do they know about bones or anything else for that matter, she had thought as she waited impatiently for them to leave.
Now they were gone but she was not alone.
Far from it.
Pablo, the beautiful young house boy would look after her. She had chosen him herself.
Beautiful was the word that she always associated with Pablo..she even called him My Beauty.
He just laughed boyishly and intoxicated her even more by his stumbling embarrassment.
He did everything for her.....well she was unable to walk, she insisted.
He washed her, fed her, read to her with his sunny voice sending shivers of excitement through her otherwise immobile body.
The pain was bad but it was worth it.....he was so gentle as he bathed her foot, replacing her bandages with childlike concentration. She was in love with his touch.
No one else would do...she turned away all other offers of help...it would have to be Pablo....he would do everything for her.
And in the end he did. Indeed he did.
The others returned to find that they had missed her funeral by only two days.
Gangrene took her off according to the doctor but as she lay dying in her extreme pain, she knew what had killed her.....and she smiled at her Beauty until the end.
Wolfgang Glinka
Legalese
Louise my kid knows legalese
She swings Chinese on the trapeze.
It makes the Burmese squeeze their fleas
and throw their cheese into the breeze.
She helps the bees have real cute knees
and buys the peas for all trainees.
Retirees she'll stop your wheeze
and by degrees you're Japanese
until your knees freeze if you please.
Her expertise attracts big fees
from trustees with their cash from trees.
These come in threes, or so she'll tease.
Just get the keys from all draftees
and they'll appease the raging seas
and then reprise with shameful ease
the guarantees which she agrees.
Her legalese is straight disease.
Oh geez.
Jessica A. Smith, AKA Mom,
Prior to my entry into this world I would like to take a chance to voice a few concerns regarding my future. There are many things now that I am willing to consent to early on, since it appears I currently have no choice in the matter. I would like it to be known however, that we will be renegotiating this contract frequently.
While I currently have no choice but to allow you to meet my every need, I feel I must forewarn you that at around age two (2) my favorite words will become “NO”, and “MINE” and I will expect you to allow me to do things “BY SELF” as much as possible. This is no reflection on you as a parent, it is just something I feel I must do and I would appreciate it if you allowed me to do so.
At approximately age five, (5) I will become fascinated with the artistic potential that lies in common household items. I will most likely cover not only myself, but the walls, floor, and possibly your favorite dress in your expensive cosmetics. I am asking you now to please understand that bored hands must express themselves in whatever way they see fit at that time.
Somewhere around age seven (7) you will be forced to accept that I am no longer a baby. I will then want to make more of my own decisions. While I am taking these steps towards my eventual adulthood, please let it be known that no matter how big I think I am, I will still require my favorite blanky, and a night light on a regular basis.
Between the ages of ten (10) and thirteen (13) my hormones will turn upside down and nothing I do or say will make sense for the next few years. I will cry approximately ten times a day, for no particular reason. Please understand that I am no more responsible for these hormones than you are for your PMS, be gentle with me.
I will consent to being dressed in the outfits you have already chosen with the ruffles across the backside, and ridiculous bonnets for a time. Please be warned however, that this will not always be the case. At the age of fourteen (14) I plan to begin dressing in nothing but black, pink of any shade will be out of the question entirely. I will do this just to irritate you, and the stronger your reaction, the more eyeliner I will wear.
At age sixteen (16) I plan to begin dating a boy with a pierced nose. I expect you to stay out of this and support me. I will be unable to live without him for even a second, and I will talk about nothing else. I will eventually decide on my own that he is a jerk, and that I deserve better. I expect you to be there to catch me when I fall.
At age eighteen (18), I will think of nothing else but leaving your home. I will expect you to be supportive in this endeavor, but I still expect you to remain no further than a phone call away. I wont admit I still need you, but I will.
Throughout the various stages of our contract period, also known as childhood, and beyond that period, also known as adulthood, I will need the following in unlimited quantities: love, affection, approval, encouragement, support, understanding, and compassion. I will expect discipline in moderation, but only in a form that leaves both my dignity and yours intact.
Looking forward to meeting you,
BABY
P.S. Please do not name me Guinevere, I understand that you think it would be quaint but I’m the one who is going to have to live with it.
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