Draft Story for Em
Oct. 20th, 2003 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhyllOnce upon a time there was a little girl, and she was born in a world shaped by stories. Nothing ever happened there except once upon a time, and noone was allowed to end anything except happily.
The little girl was called Inanna, and she was angry at the world but she didn't know why. When she was little every night she sat by her bedroom window and looked at the stars, and she named each and every one. In this world you could do that, because each star had to have a story. Each one was a goddess waiting by the river for her beloved, or a hunter pinned to the sky, or the tears of a dying queen. So there could only be so many stars, you see.
And when Inanna named the stars, she didn't tell herself little stories about them. She didn't tell herself anything except...
This star is called Judith, and anything might happen to her,
This star is called Amy, and she likes to dance, and that's all,
This star is called Seko, and when she grows up she'll be just a little bit taller.
Inanna grew older, and had the sorts of adventures that plucky young girls often have. The sort where people drink pop. And there are puppies with floppy ears. That sort of thing. Of course, all of these had perfectly happy endings, often with some sort of useful moral attached.
Which was all very well, but Inanna just got angrier and angrier at the world and she didn't know why. Somehow none of it seemed quite right, but every time she tried to change the shape of the story she was in it just snapped back into place.
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ok. enough for now. more later. tune in next week, children. kind of impatient and i should be drinking gallons of water or something. but i will finish it. promise. um.
bye!
The little girl was called Inanna, and she was angry at the world but she didn't know why. When she was little every night she sat by her bedroom window and looked at the stars, and she named each and every one. In this world you could do that, because each star had to have a story. Each one was a goddess waiting by the river for her beloved, or a hunter pinned to the sky, or the tears of a dying queen. So there could only be so many stars, you see.
And when Inanna named the stars, she didn't tell herself little stories about them. She didn't tell herself anything except...
This star is called Judith, and anything might happen to her,
This star is called Amy, and she likes to dance, and that's all,
This star is called Seko, and when she grows up she'll be just a little bit taller.
Inanna grew older, and had the sorts of adventures that plucky young girls often have. The sort where people drink pop. And there are puppies with floppy ears. That sort of thing. Of course, all of these had perfectly happy endings, often with some sort of useful moral attached.
Which was all very well, but Inanna just got angrier and angrier at the world and she didn't know why. Somehow none of it seemed quite right, but every time she tried to change the shape of the story she was in it just snapped back into place.
****
ok. enough for now. more later. tune in next week, children. kind of impatient and i should be drinking gallons of water or something. but i will finish it. promise. um.
bye!