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Holiday Twisting
By: jamesgames Date: September 16, 2015, 8:11 pm
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[quote author=Neil Gaiman]
[font=comic sans ms]Nicholas Was…
older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to
die.
The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his
language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue,
conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually
working in the factories.
Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into
Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every
child in the world, leave one of the dwarves’ invisible gifts by
its bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.
He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His
punishment was harsher.
Ho.
Ho.
Ho.[/font]
[/quote]
This story plays with a bunch of information the reader already
has in their head. We know the story of Santa Claus. Gaiman
builds on all the details of the story while twisting them in
his own direction.
The question is, can you write something similar?
To participate in this thread, pick a holiday. Imagine a totally
different way of looking at it. How could you take the story
you're imagining and twist it in a different direction?
You can find the answers in this thread. Just start writing.
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Re: Holiday Twisting
By: 9tailz Date: September 17, 2015, 6:59 pm
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Re: Holiday Twisting
By: Eileen MDW Date: September 22, 2015, 4:23 pm
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As most people prepare their sparklers and their picnic baskets,
I am strapping on my proton pack. We all head for the cemetery.
People find their loved ones' graves. For them, this is a day of
celebration, a day of remembrance. But I am not here for that.
This is the year I'll finally capture one. At the university
they call me a fool. Kids only take my class for an easy A.
Paranormal psychology is not a real science, they say. But this
year, this year I'll show them. I'm going to catch one.
So everyone is laying out their picnic blankets. Supper time is
near. Mothers call their children to their picnic areas. The
festivities begin. Parades and pinatas, music and good food. On
this day, the Day of the Dead, a celebration. I creep from
headstone to headstone. Caution is key. This year is the year,
I'm going to catch one. Night is upon us now. Children dance
with their sparklers. The Mariachi music hangs in the air.
And then all of a sudden, there, I see one! I reach for my
equipment and set up a trap. My hands moved swiftly, as if
belonging to someone else. There, I got one! A ghost!
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Re: Holiday Twisting
By: nitrox116 Date: September 24, 2015, 7:13 pm
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February 7
It donned its gleaming white suit and dropped onto all fours,
beginning to lumber outside its door. It was baking under the
heat, despite the day being relatively cool. The humans that
had disrupted its home, taken it away from it with their
pollution and noxious heat, would now pay. As it stepped
outside, people stopped and stared. One man even laughed,
mentioning something about how it had missed Halloween by two
months. No matter. As it approached the insolent man, his eyes
changed from laughter to confusion – and then to fear, as it
clamped its jaws on the man's yielding leg. White was stained
with red as its jaws began to break through the bone, its claws
slashing until the man fell down in a pool of his own blood.
As it chewed through the man's face, through the screams of
passerby, it said:
"Happy International Polar Bear Day."
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