It was a dark and stormy night, and I decided to write.
Purple prose, cliches, broken pen nibs, and butt aches be damned!
And as ligntning crackled, And as thunder crashed, I decided to share the writings.
Plagarists, cheats, despos, and stupid men looking to impress their bosses/colleagues/girlfriends/dogs/housemaids/dustbins be damned!
I intend to belt out at least one story a month here, let’s see how it goes.
I intend to belt out other rants and rambles here at frequent infrequencies, let’s see how it goes.
The stories would have a title in all capitals (so I’d remember that its a story I wrote, hehe…).
I hope that a day comes, when I get to publish these stories in a book.
Sometimes, I might put in half baked, undercooked (or even ‘just-going-to-the-market-for-the-raw-materials’) ideas here. If you , my estemed reader may like them or may have some use for them, please do drop a line. And oh! do tell me about the dish that you may finally cook up with the ideas you pick up!. I’d feel privileged.
For a first post, please allow me to quote verbatim, the coolest novel(yes, a whole
novel!) I have finished reading recently. It’s in three parts and is called – you guessed it – “It Was A Dark And Stormy Night – by Snoopy” , yes! the most adorable Peanuts
character wrote this novel when he became a writer.
The novel is sourced from here.
This is Snoopy’s novel…in all its glory:
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out! A door slammed. The maid screamed.
Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon!
While millions of people were starving, the king lived in luxury. Meanwhile, on a small farm in Kansas, a boy was growing up.
A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not sold a violet all day.
At that very moment, a young intern at City Hospital was making an important discovery. The mysterious patient in Room 213 had finally awakened. She moaned softly.
Could it be that she was the sister of the boy in Kansas who loved the girl with the tattered shawl who was the daughter of the maid who had escaped from the pirates?
The intern frowned.
“Stampede!” the foreman shouted, and forty thousand head of cattle thundered down on the tiny camp. The two men rolled on the ground grappling beneath the murderous hooves. A left and a right. A left. Another left and right. An uppercut to the jaw. The fight was over. And so the ranch was saved.
The young intern sat by himself in one corner of the coffee shop. he had learned about medicine, but more importantly, he had learned something about life.
(At which point, Linus asked, “But what about the king?” He got clonked on the head for his impertinence.)
There, my first post over, expect a few stories here on!