Children's Lit
I've talked previously about my final project from Children's Lit being that I can write a story for it. I wanted to poll you guys on the idea I had for this.
What would you guys think of the re-telling of some of the HBO war fandom as fairy tales? They will of course be simplified -- very similar to the one I wrote for uniformly ( I'll probably cannibalize ( Read more... )
What would you guys think of the re-telling of some of the HBO war fandom as fairy tales? They will of course be simplified -- very similar to the one I wrote for uniformly ( I'll probably cannibalize ( Read more... )
Since I plan to set up 'Hitler' as an evil, magical darkness who's taken the form of man to contrast with Roe and Winters' healing magics, I absolutely LOVE that idea!
now if only i could find a non-biased way to explain pearl harbour. I fell bad about doing stories only from the Allies/American view but .... I think I have a start to it that is very traditional in it's set up but I don't know how accurate it is to have 'Germany' coercing 'Japan' into fighting 'America'. What do you think of this?
Once upon a time on an island shrouded in mist there was a village. The people of the village were proud and carried with them heavy traditions but light hearts as they worked to forge the mist into beautiful swords which they used in their fierce dances. The dances were very important for not only was it a sight to behold but it was only with the sliding, twirling, sweeping steps that the grains grew under their feet and their families grew full and strong.
One day a man appeared in the town square; he drank their water, offering them tales of another village on the shores of the lake that surrounded them. The people of the village were made isolated by the very mist that gave them their livelihood and so when the man paused they asked him eagerly for more.
"I would," Said the man with his eyes upon their bread. "It is just that I am so very hungry."
The villagers feed him their breads; in exchange he told them that these people of the mainland were very different from them. When he paused again they offered him fans to cool himself with.
"Their colouring as vast and strange as a dragon's scale. Their language is rough." They offered him fresh fruits.
"Messy and uncaring, I recall, and lacking respect for order and tradition." They offered him their clothing to replace his own.
The stranger continued on in this way for many hours, until he had so much of their stuff about himself that one forgot he was a stranger at all! He spun images of these strange people that grew darker and darker and the people grew more and more frightened. What should they do about these people with values and faces so different from their own they whispered.
/shrugshrugshrug Maybe I should just drop this one and stick with the WWII and Iraq ones.
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