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Lofty Alyce

While making rather lame, half-hearted attempts to clean my room early–and by early I mean at midnight–this morning I discovered a notebook I bought from Barnes and Noble’s with rather cliche trendy vector art on the front. Inside are notes and doodles ranging from measurements for a print job I had to do to really inaccurate algebra (y=mx+b) and notes on American art history before the Civil War. On the very first few pages, however, was a failed attempt at a beginning of the Alyce Chronicles. Indeed, Alyce came off sounding very lofty and not at all her age! It’s kind of funny, really, imagining a child speaking this way! Not to mention, this beginning would mean that the story would start somewhat in medias res, but not quite. Maybe it is better to say that it would have started in the middle of the beginning. Oh well, whatever. This is why I am not a writer. Wordsmithing is best left to the professionals. So, keep that in mind while you’re reading this:

As it were, I have become a nationless wanderer, yet I do not roam the world anymore, but I roam my mind. Today is my birthday, and I have yet to partake of any celebratory activities.

However, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, in their great excitement, have jumped the gun and presented me with their gift: the very journal in which I write now. So, all the little fleeting thoughts that previously never had a home but wandered between my conscious and subconscious now have a place to live.

Ah! But, I have gotten ahead of myself. I referred to myself as “nationless”, and, by that, I mean I have no real group to which I feel I truly belong. Here, at court, I am treated as royalty, but as nobody’s friend. I am looked upon with the cold distance of enforced respect, devoid of appreciation for the human heart beneath these fine threads. Try as I might, the people here refuse to use my name without a title preceding it. At home, I was just me–just Alyce.

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The City of Babble

City of Babble--In Progress

Here is an in-progress drawing of what could possible be a cover for a comic idea I have. Here, Alyce sits atop a building that was built right over her little  hovel. In just a matter of months, The Fringes–the blighted neighborhood she once called home–was transformed into the hustling and bustling business district of Reville–all thanks to the Queen. It is in this moment that Alyce realizes that she now has no home anywhere in the queendom of Reville.

An idea for a story, just for the heck of it

Ok, here it is—don’t judge. I like to write stories, but that most certainly doesn’t mean that I am good at it. Here is an idea for an opening to a story featuring Alyce. I have absolutely no clue where this is going or even what Alyce’s personality is like it what her goals in life are. So, uh, yeah…I guess I’m open to anything at this point. Ok, for real this time, here it is:
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It seemed to me that a kind of insidious force was at work when I enrolled at The Academy. The feeling started when I first set foot in my room and found what might’ve been the singularly ugliest hat in the universe sitting on my bed. The thing looked as if the maker had stripped a mutant chicken that was already starting to go bald. On top of that, it reeked as if that same mutant chicken had been burnt crispy. Pinching it with two fingers so as to minimize the amount of skin that came in contact with it, I moved it off my bed—or tried to anyway. The darn thing began to fizzle and smoke so viciously,I leapt away with a little yelp. It was a good thing too, because the thing blew up with the shocking power of a large car battery. Smoke and singed pieces of my bed and it’s coverings flew everywhere. Sparks fluttered in the air like little birds with their tails on fire.
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Told you it was short.