Showing posts with label Post 18: Puzzle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Post 18: Puzzle. Show all posts

Monday, May 9, 2011

Jennifer's Story Pick, Week 18

This story comes from Michelle Wallace (Mish).  It reminds me a little of Alice in Wonderland.

Eloise Harvey was a troubled young woman . From a young age she had always been a problem child . She found it difficult to obey authority and always did exactly what she was told not to do . It seemed as if every display of authority was a challenge to her restless spirit and over-active imagination . From the third grade onwards , she had been the instigator of a number of pranks ,  including the disturbing incident , in which the gory remains of a bird mysteriously found its way into the second right-hand drawer of the principal’s desk . And there was the time in fifth grade when the physical education teacher ,  a temporary stand-in for their beloved Mr. Jenkins who had been laid off on sick-leave for a fortnight , was found tied and gagged at the back of the school gym – he had been stuck there for four hours ! And he couldn’t explain how it had occurred . But of course , when names of culprits were passed around , Eloise’s name was top of the list . She was an above-average student with great potential .  Her teachers always complained that if she channelled a fraction of that same mischievous energy , into her school work , then the sky was the limit .

Her love of mischief was equalled only by her love for puzzles . She collected puzzles and games in different sizes , shapes and forms and could spend hours alone , trying to solve one riddle or the other . She had an amazing collection of jigsaw puzzles from all corners of the globe . When her father was home from his monthly trips abroad , he always returned with a game or puzzle from a far-off land . These puzzles captured her imagination and she would spend hours on end , content and comfortable , immersed in a world of her own , a world which excluded everybody else around her .

On this particular day , she was in one of her bad moods . After her father scolded her , she stormed off into the library . A string of unintelligible mutterings followed , as she barged into the spacious room and slammed the door .She continued her tirade of complaints , to an empty room . Or so she thought … 

“Excuse me ! Excuse me ! I require your attention !” The voice was soft but authoritative , tinged with annoyance .

She looked around .

“Over here , on the table …” The volume had risen a notch .“If you could stop complaining for a minute and listen to what I have to say  …”

“I would really appreciate it if you could speak in gentle tones ,” the female voice piped in .
The strange voices seemed to come from the end of the long room .

Eloise clicked her tongue . She was still furious and didn’t appreciate the intrusion .

“Oh dear me ,” the female voice was appalled ,”not only does the young lady lack social manners , she is also lacking in style and grace .”

“Calm yourself , my queen , this young lady hails from a world that you and I will never understand .”

“Accurate observation your majesty and the young knight is also correct . It is not the young lady’s fault . She is merely a product of her generation , trapped in a strange and modernized culture .”

Eloise’s eyes darted around the room . She gazed from one object to the next . Finally , she spotted an antique oval-shaped table in one corner . On it stood a unique one-of-a-kind chess set . The themed set was hand crafted from red oak and depicted an English battle complete with superb , high quality detail .

“And which one of you characters said that ?” A mischievous smile creased her face , the sour mood more-or-less forgotten . This was more like it . She welcomed the mystery that accompanied this latest development .

“Not ‘which one ‘ of you characters …” the rook responded ,” please refrain from using that form of the English language , especially in front of Her Majesty ! It is utterly despicable … an outrage !”

She smothered a giggle . This was getting better and better .

“Please accept my humble apology ,” she bowed before the pieces . “How did you get here ? Where are you from ?”

The white king stepped forward . He inspected the young lady .

“We could certainly tell you that , young lady , and a whole lot more . But first , your name young lady .”

“Of course , your highness , how rude of me . I am Eloise Maysie Harvey .”

“Harvey ? That is not a name I know . Mmmm ….” he pondered a minute ,”… it is of no matter anyway , Mistress Harvey . We belonged , oh , a very long time ago , to Master James Stuart , Head of Fotheringhay Castle .”

“We have travelled far and wide , visited many corners of the globe from as far afield as India , and from the Arctic to the Antarctic . We have provided endless hours of pleasure for many different people over the decades ,” the black king stepped in , determined to be part of the new adventure .

“We have also had the pleasure of being in the company of rulers , presidents , celebrities – and nobility , real kings and queens !” A pawn near the front piped in.

“We hope this is the end of our travels ,” squealed another pawn .

“There are many exciting stories to tell of our adventures – stories of warfare , corruption and greed , curses and spells , a foiled royal assassination attempt and the usurping of a throne !" The first pawn edged closer .

 “Be quiet , you underlings ! How dare you speak out of turn ! You impertinent minions !” The pawns slipped back into their unobtrusive positions . The knight glared at them .

“Ah yes ,” the black king continued ,” Master Stuart , a distinguished and great man , extremely skilled in the art of warfare . He was our master . Before him , we belonged to Master Hang Li from the Songshan Qing Dynasty , he stole us , mind you , from a great and powerful ruler who happened to be the 5th Earl of Bothwell , and before that … I am uncertain … Your father purchased us in Dubai , just before his return , and here we are !”

“But sit young mistress ,”coaxed the black king . “ Sit , play. The white side will play itself . We will be your army .”

“Let the games begin !” The white king announced .

A germ of an idea planted itself in  Eloise’s fertile imagination .

She had discovered her new favourite puzzle . It was only the beginning …

Friday, May 6, 2011

Death's Puzzle

Apparently, Death is kind of a babe...


Death's Puzzle


My life depends on completing this puzzle, and that's no metaphor.

Death sits opposite me, a delighted smile on his pale face. His grey-green eyes dance with something I'd never have expected to see in them—life. He's thrilled by games, puzzles being his favourite. And as stupid as it sounds, my future survival really does depend on fitting these small cardboard pieces together.

They're shiny on one side, matte and brown on the other. I'm only guessing, but I think the picture is of butterflies It's painted, and quite possibly abstract. It's hard to match the edges together. Especially as there are a thousand pieces. But I'm trying. My god, I'm trying.

There are only hours left.

I was never a puzzle person.

Death's fingers twitch, as if he wants to help me, to give me a hint. But whenever his excitement gets too much, whenever he leans forward slightly as if to reach out a hand, he reins himself in, draws a deep breath—yes, Death is breathing—and achieves inner serenity.

I never would have thought of Death as the serene type. Death is the enemy, Death is something to be feared. That's what we're told. And yet this guy looks kind of nice. Friendly and all that. Warm, even. We think of Death as cold, but this guy's smile is like heated honey.

Quite honestly, Death is kind of cute.

Monday, May 2, 2011

PROMPT NUMBER EIGHTEEN

After this weekend, I think I'm going to be talking out loud to my newspaper.  And I thought it was March that was supposed to come in like a lion.

So. Week 18.

Write a 1000-10,000 word prose (or 333-3,333 word verse) story inspired by:

I think you're my new favorite puzzle.