"I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions."
— James A. Michener
CREATIVE WRITING
Here you can read some samples of my creative writing.
"Beauty Sleeping"
A short story about a beautiful princess that slept. A lot.
Once upon a time in a magical kingdom, King and Queen Sleeping decided to extend their royal family by conceiving a child. When this baby was born, all marveled at her unique beauty. The queen knew that there was not one surname in the universe appropriate to describe the immense beauty of her daughter. Unwilling to consult a thesaurus, she simply named her daughter Beauty.
King Sleeping was so delighted, so enormously jovial that he had helped produce such an attractive being, that he hosted an extraordinary celebratory feast. He invited the rich, the poor, the young, the old. He invited everyone within a twenty mile radius to dine in honor of Beauty Sleeping. Everyone, that is, but the despicable and intolerably unpredictable Toothless Fairy.
The feast commenced and all was splendid. Those who looked upon the face of baby Beauty felt ashamed of their own comparably plain visages. The king's beaming smile not once left his face. The kind and generous fairies of the kingdom bestowed Beauty with enviable gifts: jewels, ponies, cakes, and a lifetime's supply of shoes that adjust to the feet as they grow. The night was gleaming with perfection... until the Toothless Fairy paid a visit. In a burst of light and motion, she flew through the doors.
"So, King Sleeping, having a little fiesta, I see? Invited the entire kingdom to dine, hmm? Well, I assume my invitation was just LOST IN THE MAIL!" The king gulped. Everyone stared uncomfortably at the fairy's grotesque features.
"No need to explain. But please, do allow me to bestow your daughter with another gift," she said with saccharine kindness.
"Really, it's not necessar- SECURITY!" The king yelled as Toothless flew to Beauty's cradle, wand in hand. Sparkly powder shot from her device before a security guard tackled her to the floor. She cackled a great laugh.
"Now you will know never to exclude the Toothless Fairy from any event! I have put your daughter into a twenty year spell-induced coma!" The crowd gasped wildly, the queen fainted, and the evil fairy was cuffed and escorted away. As evil and egotistical as Toothless was, her expertise with a wand was, well, rather inexpert. Baby Beauty was not in a coma. Her bright eyes were still open. The festivities were soon over and King and Queen were relieved, yet confused, about Toothless Fairy's failed magic.
As Beauty grew, her parents' confusion multiplied. True to her name, Beauty Sleeping slept -a lot. Quite frequently and at unusual times, without notice, would Beauty doze into slumber. One of the first instances occurred when she was a mere six months old.
"Here comes the choo choooo!" Queen cooed as she brought a spoon of applesauce to her baby's mouth. Beauty goo-gooed and ga-gaed in excitement. Right before the train entered the tunnel, the little baby's head fell unconsciously into her applesauce, splattering into the queen's perfectly made-up face.
King and Queen prayed that this was just a strange baby phase. They knew by Beauty's second birthday, however, that this was not true. It was Beauty's birthday party, and dozens of toddlers were gathered around the slap-happy clown, eager to see his tricks.
"Now who wants to help me make a silly balloon monkey?" the clown exclaimed. Beauty jumped up and down, waving her hands in the air wildly.
"How about you, pretty little lady!" He pointed to the eager girl. She was soon by his side holding a hot-dog shaped balloon. She waved it above her head, then suddenly fell backwards, sound asleep. She hit the helium tank, which fell to the floor and began spitting out the gas violently. The goofy clown gasped in anger and disgust, consequently inhaling an abundance of the helium.
"What are you doing?" he demanded in an attempted stern tone, but his voice was as high-pitched as a mouse. The conscious children squealed with laughter.
Severe Spellgunrong Narcolepsy, the rarest magic-induced disease of the land, had no known antidote. This, unfortunately, was the diagnosis the doctor had given poor Beauty. King and Queen Sleeping were upset, but vowed to do all in their power to enable a normal life for their daughter.
Normal, however, was quite the overstatement. This disease was exhausting for the king and queen, for they had to watch Beauty at almost all times to assure she stay safe. They tried multiple tactics that might keep her away from danger without having to watch their daughter every moment. They bought a sleep-sensitive chihuahua that yipped and yelped as soon as Beauty dozed off. But, this did not always wake her, and little Rover soon eloped with the poodle next door. Their next idea was also a failure. They attached a tiny sleep detector to the collar of Beauty's dress. When the narcolepsy kicked in, the detector would beep. If after 30 seconds she did not wake, it would jolt her with a quick electric shock. Nine times out of ten, she still remained asleep. Hypnosis made her even sleepier, energy drinks caused nothing but frequent trips to the restroom, and taping her eyelids open led to temporary blindness.
By Beauty's sixteenth birthday, King and Queen Sleeping had tried everything they could, without success. It was time to find a suitable husband for their daughter. They hoped that her physical splendor would outweigh her incurable condition. Against her will, the king arranged a date for his daughter with the richest princess of all neighboring lands: Harry Hogglemorph.
"But Daddy, he is so ugly! I can hardly stand to look at him, nevermin- zzzzzzz," Princess Beauty began, slumping into a heap on the floor mid-sentence. She awoke moments later and continued as if nothing had happened.
"...nevermind wed him!" she finished. The king assured her that Harry was a charming fellow if she would just give him a chance.
Prince Hogglemorph arrived in his jaguar-drawn carriaged the next day to take the princess to an exquisite restaurant. Beauty promised her father that she'd try her best to be polite and to keep awake. The date was running seemingly smoothly at first. Beauty was so fascinated by Harry's caterpillar-like unibrow that it must've seemed that she was enthralled by his series of dull monologues.
'I then inherited my great uncle's estate in Zimbabwe. He owned 10 camels, 3 elephants, 17 horses, a giraffe and a kangaroo. I should have just bought myself a zoo, ha ha!" He laughed immensely, sounding like an ape. He brushed his greasy, thin hair out of his chuckling face. Then, without warning, Beauty fell asleep. Her head fell violently into the table, knocking the salt to its side. The salt knocked over the pepper, which knocked over the tall vase centerpiece, which knocked Harry's steaming cup of coffee into his lap.
"YOOOWWWW!" he screeched in pain. He leapt from his chair and hit his head forcefully on the low hanging glass lamp, shattering it to pieces.
Several moments later, Beauty awoke innocently to the sight of her angry father.
"Harry does not want to see you again," he stated curtly. Beauty couldn't help but giggle, but she immediately rid of her smile to console her father.
"Daddy, you know that whatever happened in the restaurant happened unintentionally. And unconsciously. So there's no way I meant to scare him away on purpose!" she said in her convincing tone. The king sighed.
"I know, sweetie. I cannot be angry with you. Come, let's arrange for a new date."
Edward Flynn, son of Duke Walter Flynn III, was next on the list of potential suitors. Though much better looking than Harry, he hardly spoke a word. He brought Beauty to his former professor's lecture on insect evolution. Narcoleptic or not, anyone would have fallen asleep during this.
Deep in sleep, Beauty dreamed that Harry Hogglemorph was riding in the pouch of an oversized kangaroo. Just as the professor began explaining the variations of the insect mating process, the princess laughed loudly in her sleep. Her chuckles turned into squeals and snorts when the kangaroo jumped so high that Harry flew out of the pouch and onto his head. The entire audience in the lecture hall turned and glared at the odd half-conscious couple. Edward, bug-eyed and mortified, nudged his date several times before her lovely eyes opened. The rest of the date was expectedly awkward.
The king was more frustrated than ever about Beauty's condition. Soon, all the princes and rich nobility would no longer be bachelors. No decent king would allow his daughter to marry a man of lesser social standing. He just wanted the best for his Beauty. He was determined to rid of her narcolepsy once and for all before subjecting her to another date.
King Sleeping soon discovered a solution. On his way home from a royal meeting, he saw a large advertisement. It read:
"HAVE YOU OR A LOVED ONE BEEN CURSED BY AN UNWANTED SPELL? HAVEN'T A CLUE HOW TO RID OF IT? FRET NO MORE! I CAN REPEL THAT SPELL! CALL TODAY 555-7921"
A photo of an old, wise-looking bearded man assured the king that he was no fake. He immediately dialed the digits on his spell phone.
(to be continued very soon!)
Once upon a time in a magical kingdom, King and Queen Sleeping decided to extend their royal family by conceiving a child. When this baby was born, all marveled at her unique beauty. The queen knew that there was not one surname in the universe appropriate to describe the immense beauty of her daughter. Unwilling to consult a thesaurus, she simply named her daughter Beauty.
King Sleeping was so delighted, so enormously jovial that he had helped produce such an attractive being, that he hosted an extraordinary celebratory feast. He invited the rich, the poor, the young, the old. He invited everyone within a twenty mile radius to dine in honor of Beauty Sleeping. Everyone, that is, but the despicable and intolerably unpredictable Toothless Fairy.
The feast commenced and all was splendid. Those who looked upon the face of baby Beauty felt ashamed of their own comparably plain visages. The king's beaming smile not once left his face. The kind and generous fairies of the kingdom bestowed Beauty with enviable gifts: jewels, ponies, cakes, and a lifetime's supply of shoes that adjust to the feet as they grow. The night was gleaming with perfection... until the Toothless Fairy paid a visit. In a burst of light and motion, she flew through the doors.
"So, King Sleeping, having a little fiesta, I see? Invited the entire kingdom to dine, hmm? Well, I assume my invitation was just LOST IN THE MAIL!" The king gulped. Everyone stared uncomfortably at the fairy's grotesque features.
"No need to explain. But please, do allow me to bestow your daughter with another gift," she said with saccharine kindness.
"Really, it's not necessar- SECURITY!" The king yelled as Toothless flew to Beauty's cradle, wand in hand. Sparkly powder shot from her device before a security guard tackled her to the floor. She cackled a great laugh.
"Now you will know never to exclude the Toothless Fairy from any event! I have put your daughter into a twenty year spell-induced coma!" The crowd gasped wildly, the queen fainted, and the evil fairy was cuffed and escorted away. As evil and egotistical as Toothless was, her expertise with a wand was, well, rather inexpert. Baby Beauty was not in a coma. Her bright eyes were still open. The festivities were soon over and King and Queen were relieved, yet confused, about Toothless Fairy's failed magic.
As Beauty grew, her parents' confusion multiplied. True to her name, Beauty Sleeping slept -a lot. Quite frequently and at unusual times, without notice, would Beauty doze into slumber. One of the first instances occurred when she was a mere six months old.
"Here comes the choo choooo!" Queen cooed as she brought a spoon of applesauce to her baby's mouth. Beauty goo-gooed and ga-gaed in excitement. Right before the train entered the tunnel, the little baby's head fell unconsciously into her applesauce, splattering into the queen's perfectly made-up face.
King and Queen prayed that this was just a strange baby phase. They knew by Beauty's second birthday, however, that this was not true. It was Beauty's birthday party, and dozens of toddlers were gathered around the slap-happy clown, eager to see his tricks.
"Now who wants to help me make a silly balloon monkey?" the clown exclaimed. Beauty jumped up and down, waving her hands in the air wildly.
"How about you, pretty little lady!" He pointed to the eager girl. She was soon by his side holding a hot-dog shaped balloon. She waved it above her head, then suddenly fell backwards, sound asleep. She hit the helium tank, which fell to the floor and began spitting out the gas violently. The goofy clown gasped in anger and disgust, consequently inhaling an abundance of the helium.
"What are you doing?" he demanded in an attempted stern tone, but his voice was as high-pitched as a mouse. The conscious children squealed with laughter.
Severe Spellgunrong Narcolepsy, the rarest magic-induced disease of the land, had no known antidote. This, unfortunately, was the diagnosis the doctor had given poor Beauty. King and Queen Sleeping were upset, but vowed to do all in their power to enable a normal life for their daughter.
Normal, however, was quite the overstatement. This disease was exhausting for the king and queen, for they had to watch Beauty at almost all times to assure she stay safe. They tried multiple tactics that might keep her away from danger without having to watch their daughter every moment. They bought a sleep-sensitive chihuahua that yipped and yelped as soon as Beauty dozed off. But, this did not always wake her, and little Rover soon eloped with the poodle next door. Their next idea was also a failure. They attached a tiny sleep detector to the collar of Beauty's dress. When the narcolepsy kicked in, the detector would beep. If after 30 seconds she did not wake, it would jolt her with a quick electric shock. Nine times out of ten, she still remained asleep. Hypnosis made her even sleepier, energy drinks caused nothing but frequent trips to the restroom, and taping her eyelids open led to temporary blindness.
By Beauty's sixteenth birthday, King and Queen Sleeping had tried everything they could, without success. It was time to find a suitable husband for their daughter. They hoped that her physical splendor would outweigh her incurable condition. Against her will, the king arranged a date for his daughter with the richest princess of all neighboring lands: Harry Hogglemorph.
"But Daddy, he is so ugly! I can hardly stand to look at him, nevermin- zzzzzzz," Princess Beauty began, slumping into a heap on the floor mid-sentence. She awoke moments later and continued as if nothing had happened.
"...nevermind wed him!" she finished. The king assured her that Harry was a charming fellow if she would just give him a chance.
Prince Hogglemorph arrived in his jaguar-drawn carriaged the next day to take the princess to an exquisite restaurant. Beauty promised her father that she'd try her best to be polite and to keep awake. The date was running seemingly smoothly at first. Beauty was so fascinated by Harry's caterpillar-like unibrow that it must've seemed that she was enthralled by his series of dull monologues.
'I then inherited my great uncle's estate in Zimbabwe. He owned 10 camels, 3 elephants, 17 horses, a giraffe and a kangaroo. I should have just bought myself a zoo, ha ha!" He laughed immensely, sounding like an ape. He brushed his greasy, thin hair out of his chuckling face. Then, without warning, Beauty fell asleep. Her head fell violently into the table, knocking the salt to its side. The salt knocked over the pepper, which knocked over the tall vase centerpiece, which knocked Harry's steaming cup of coffee into his lap.
"YOOOWWWW!" he screeched in pain. He leapt from his chair and hit his head forcefully on the low hanging glass lamp, shattering it to pieces.
Several moments later, Beauty awoke innocently to the sight of her angry father.
"Harry does not want to see you again," he stated curtly. Beauty couldn't help but giggle, but she immediately rid of her smile to console her father.
"Daddy, you know that whatever happened in the restaurant happened unintentionally. And unconsciously. So there's no way I meant to scare him away on purpose!" she said in her convincing tone. The king sighed.
"I know, sweetie. I cannot be angry with you. Come, let's arrange for a new date."
Edward Flynn, son of Duke Walter Flynn III, was next on the list of potential suitors. Though much better looking than Harry, he hardly spoke a word. He brought Beauty to his former professor's lecture on insect evolution. Narcoleptic or not, anyone would have fallen asleep during this.
Deep in sleep, Beauty dreamed that Harry Hogglemorph was riding in the pouch of an oversized kangaroo. Just as the professor began explaining the variations of the insect mating process, the princess laughed loudly in her sleep. Her chuckles turned into squeals and snorts when the kangaroo jumped so high that Harry flew out of the pouch and onto his head. The entire audience in the lecture hall turned and glared at the odd half-conscious couple. Edward, bug-eyed and mortified, nudged his date several times before her lovely eyes opened. The rest of the date was expectedly awkward.
The king was more frustrated than ever about Beauty's condition. Soon, all the princes and rich nobility would no longer be bachelors. No decent king would allow his daughter to marry a man of lesser social standing. He just wanted the best for his Beauty. He was determined to rid of her narcolepsy once and for all before subjecting her to another date.
King Sleeping soon discovered a solution. On his way home from a royal meeting, he saw a large advertisement. It read:
"HAVE YOU OR A LOVED ONE BEEN CURSED BY AN UNWANTED SPELL? HAVEN'T A CLUE HOW TO RID OF IT? FRET NO MORE! I CAN REPEL THAT SPELL! CALL TODAY 555-7921"
A photo of an old, wise-looking bearded man assured the king that he was no fake. He immediately dialed the digits on his spell phone.
(to be continued very soon!)
