Title: The Imagined Life of August Feezil Author: keppiehed Rating: G Warnings: none Word Count: 955 Prompt: “Evolution” A/N: Written for week #4 at brigits_flame
I must be obsessed with it. I feel like I'm trying to avert an American tragedy here. My pal tells me I'm overreacting and that quite a few people are not at all offended by that name. But I don't know. Maybe now that I immortalized it in a story I can let it go. :D
Haha, I almost IMed you and asked you for some better phrases, and then I just got lazy. For the life of me, all I could think of was kiska and Yuri. (and OMG! I just read about how Maurice is a factotum, speaking of! *squees*!)
And I'm not kidding. I had so much to complain about we missed the turnpike both ways. Nina was like "Jesus, what the frig, I miss your mom. At least she can do two things at once, like talk and drive." And I couldn't disagree. We were also woefully underprepared in the snacks department. :( It was sad, all around.
Okay, I have to be honest, for the first half of the story I was wondering where it was going. Not like it rambled on or anything (that's my place in the world) but because she has this unrealistically brilliant and talented child. I mean, really? Good at everything? And his dialogue was kind of unusual for a child. Even a genius child.
But then, it wasn't real. It was all imagined, and I can see that a daydream about a future child, from someone who has never really wanted a child, nor had an ounce of experience with one would just let her imagination run wild. And it felt very realistic at that point. I also loved that the non-pregnancy was what made her realize that having a child wouldn't be so bad, but also, she didn't suddenly do a 180 and be desperate to have one right now. And, at least you didn't make this all sad and angsty because she finds out that once she decides that she wants a kid, she can't have any. Yay for happy stories! Happy, spiderless stories :) Oh, and August ... *vomits*
I'm glad you liked it! This isn't at all like my typical stories, and I wasn't sure how it would go over with people. I was sure of only one thing, in fact, which I made clear. My feelings about the name of the child in question. BIG THUMBS DOWN!
I'm sorry but I really LIKE the name Auguste. Spelled the French way. You have to say it the French way too, and then it is delicious!!! Oohgooosed! Ohgoosed Hyppolyte Muller. Ohgoosed Ippoleet Mooolairh!!! and I can tell you he is one gorgeously eccentric ancient Founder of a museum in Grenoble!!! In plaid pants and pince-nez!!! also a wondrous mustache. Our neighbours grandfather, with a photograph to prove it!
Lovely story Keppie, and whew, but... she is 'evoluting' and dammit when the hormones really get going there'll be no stopping the 'coochy coochy coos' and 'bbbrrrrbbbbrrrppps' against tummies.!!
Bless you it was a really smashing tale. OHGOOSED IT IS!!!!!! say it again... Oh goosed.... Ippoleeet... mooolair. (Not much you can do about Feezil. He probably would get called the Weasel anyway!)
Teeheee thanks for that... old Bleu. XXXXX (blergh?)
French Auguste is a different piece of pie altogether. It's like the German Augustus, like that kid who gets in the chocolate river in Wonka factory. No, no ... there's definitely a different flavor when you go foreign like that, but regular old American August is not to be forgiven! It's reminiscent of ... well, exactly the story above! :D
What a shame... It gets altered to Augie or something? And Feezil is very unkind...God I changed my original name and so should this child if he ever arrives! teehee.
Who will it be. You or Hwango...looks like a runoff again! wow... can't compete! Bless you love. (and congrats for sure!) Bluey.
Sometimes it might to shortened to Gus, which is no better! I am wincing at all of the people I am offending) Did I tell you I have synesthesia? It is a neurological condition and I do believe I may have developed it because I can't taste, although that is just my personal theory. I know I have it, and I can taste words. Isn't that curious? And I can tell you that Gus is not pleasant at all!
And why don't you just hold your tongue and check that poll again, Miss Blue? Your eyes might have just deceived you. :D I believe you are due for a win here at the Flame.
Edge, it's so good to see you, and thank you for stopping by to read my work! I'm afraid it isn't too popular, but I wanted to try something new. I am glad that you are a fan of "Owl Creek"; it made a huge impression on my in my school days and I've never forgotten it. My little homage, and a lot of fun to write! And about names ... it may not have been fun to have a name like yours, but for what it's worth, I do like it very much. It's so distinguished!
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#2 You are quite right, August is a terrible name, especially when followed by Feezil.
#3 I can totally see someone named August wearing tweed and a monocle and being British even when they are not.
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And I'm not kidding. I had so much to complain about we missed the turnpike both ways. Nina was like "Jesus, what the frig, I miss your mom. At least she can do two things at once, like talk and drive." And I couldn't disagree. We were also woefully underprepared in the snacks department. :( It was sad, all around.
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But then, it wasn't real. It was all imagined, and I can see that a daydream about a future child, from someone who has never really wanted a child, nor had an ounce of experience with one would just let her imagination run wild. And it felt very realistic at that point. I also loved that the non-pregnancy was what made her realize that having a child wouldn't be so bad, but also, she didn't suddenly do a 180 and be desperate to have one right now. And, at least you didn't make this all sad and angsty because she finds out that once she decides that she wants a kid, she can't have any. Yay for happy stories! Happy, spiderless stories :) Oh, and August ... *vomits*
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Lovely story Keppie, and whew, but... she is 'evoluting' and dammit when the hormones really get going there'll be no stopping the 'coochy coochy coos' and 'bbbrrrrbbbbrrrppps' against tummies.!!
Bless you it was a really smashing tale. OHGOOSED IT IS!!!!!! say it again... Oh goosed.... Ippoleeet... mooolair. (Not much you can do about Feezil. He probably would get called the Weasel anyway!)
Teeheee thanks for that... old Bleu. XXXXX (blergh?)
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Who will it be. You or Hwango...looks like a runoff again! wow... can't compete! Bless you love. (and congrats for sure!) Bluey.
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And why don't you just hold your tongue and check that poll again, Miss Blue? Your eyes might have just deceived you. :D I believe you are due for a win here at the Flame.
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