Post by Logan Moose on Jul 31, 2006 6:20:17 GMT -5
The End - Chapter One
As Imagined by Logan Moose (a.k.a. BSam)
To be part of the "The End" competition being run by Dupin
My Dear Beatrice
When you looked at me I felt I was in Heaven.
When I looked away, you were.
Chapter One.
The death of a member of your family is almost never a happy occasion. Take for example the death of Abel, this deeply distressed his brother Cain, who was unable to live a normal life afterwards, being doomed to wander the land. Similarly, in Romeo & Juilet, Escalus is disapointed with the death of his kinsman Mercutio, banishing Romeo, the only survivor of that battle, from Verona.
This bad feeling for the death of someone so close is bad enough, however, one should not have to feel this bad too often. I thought my despairing days would be restricted to the years of mourning for my dear Beatrice, little did I know that it would be just the tip of the iceberg, a phrase which here means I would be mourning so much more in the near future.
The Baudelaires were in a similar position. Continuing to be sad about their lack of parents, they were quite unprepared for the disaster still to come. If it were possible to not report the events of this book, to sit on the tip of the iceberg, ignoring the large percentage of ice hidden by the surface of the water, I would, but this would leave many more questions. "How did they come to be living in such a house as this?" is one such example of a question, others include "What happened to Count Olaf?", "What did they do with all the ice?", and "Why are there only two Baudelaire orphans still alive?"
But I will examine the whole iceberg, even if it pains me so much to do so. I must dive from the tip of the iceberg and swim to the underside, to search for information on what happened when the boat carrying Count Olaf, and the three, at that point, Baudelaire children.
"Why is there no wine?" demanded a scratchy voice, from the boat.
"Why should we have wine?" replied Klaus, Klaus had quite a knack for reading, however, on the small boat they currently inhabited, there was almost no reading material at all, apart from a wine list from what used to be the Hotel Denoument, and that was currently in the possesion of Count Olaf.
Violet said nothing, she was busy rowing with a large spatula. She had her hair tied up in a ribbon, which she often did when trying to think of an invention and how to invent it. It was quite likely that she was trying to invent a way out of the terrible predicament they had found themselves in, or perhaps a way to make wine out of the meagre resources available on the small boat, in order to shut up Olaf.
Sunny also said nothing, she was standing at the front of the boat, looking ahead at the upcoming shape in the distance.
Later, as the Wednesday sun began to set and the shape in the distance neared the boat(or the boat neared the shape, it's hard to tell), Sunny said something.
"Iceberg!"
I really must interrupt here and explain something to you, I fear I have failed once more. I am at the moment unsure if the iceberg I am currently swimming around, composing my notes with waterproof pencil and algae paper, was one of the icebergs encountered by the Baudelaire children and that dispicable count in this, the last volume of their exploits. I know for sure that they have had congress with at least three different icebergs during the last moments of their journey before the final end of the horrible event of their childhood, but if this was one of those I simply cannot tell.
Until I scale my way to the top of this iceberg I am unable to tell if they were able to meet up with Fiona atop it, and camped out breifly to plan their final assault againt the man and woman who shared between them one set of hair and one beard, until I have access to much more accurate equipment I am unable to tell if the Baudelaires, in scuba gear, clung to the underside of the massive block of ice, using hooks and other apperatus, just before bringing an end to the evil that had followed them recently, and until I have adequate mining equipment I simply cannot tell if the massive ice behemoth I am currently swimming around contains the body of one of the Baudelaire orphans, after they froze to death beneath the surface of the unforgiving ocean.
However I am certain that it is the first mentioned of the icebergs which the Baudelaire children and the Count currently approached, due to the Hook-Handed Ex henchman and his sister sitting atop the ice, waving furiously at the boats occupants. Unfortunately, the wave was a wave of warning, not of welcome, however none of the occupants of the boat were to know that.
I fear I must end this chapter now, and lie down for a good forty minutes or so. If I were to continue now, I would surely become so distressed that I could compromise my secret location to the enemy agents on the adgacent iceberg, not to mention scare away what few readers will have tolerated and stuck around after the unfortunate events of the past twelve books.
End of chapter one.
As Imagined by Logan Moose (a.k.a. BSam)
To be part of the "The End" competition being run by Dupin
My Dear Beatrice
When you looked at me I felt I was in Heaven.
When I looked away, you were.
Chapter One.
The death of a member of your family is almost never a happy occasion. Take for example the death of Abel, this deeply distressed his brother Cain, who was unable to live a normal life afterwards, being doomed to wander the land. Similarly, in Romeo & Juilet, Escalus is disapointed with the death of his kinsman Mercutio, banishing Romeo, the only survivor of that battle, from Verona.
This bad feeling for the death of someone so close is bad enough, however, one should not have to feel this bad too often. I thought my despairing days would be restricted to the years of mourning for my dear Beatrice, little did I know that it would be just the tip of the iceberg, a phrase which here means I would be mourning so much more in the near future.
The Baudelaires were in a similar position. Continuing to be sad about their lack of parents, they were quite unprepared for the disaster still to come. If it were possible to not report the events of this book, to sit on the tip of the iceberg, ignoring the large percentage of ice hidden by the surface of the water, I would, but this would leave many more questions. "How did they come to be living in such a house as this?" is one such example of a question, others include "What happened to Count Olaf?", "What did they do with all the ice?", and "Why are there only two Baudelaire orphans still alive?"
But I will examine the whole iceberg, even if it pains me so much to do so. I must dive from the tip of the iceberg and swim to the underside, to search for information on what happened when the boat carrying Count Olaf, and the three, at that point, Baudelaire children.
"Why is there no wine?" demanded a scratchy voice, from the boat.
"Why should we have wine?" replied Klaus, Klaus had quite a knack for reading, however, on the small boat they currently inhabited, there was almost no reading material at all, apart from a wine list from what used to be the Hotel Denoument, and that was currently in the possesion of Count Olaf.
Violet said nothing, she was busy rowing with a large spatula. She had her hair tied up in a ribbon, which she often did when trying to think of an invention and how to invent it. It was quite likely that she was trying to invent a way out of the terrible predicament they had found themselves in, or perhaps a way to make wine out of the meagre resources available on the small boat, in order to shut up Olaf.
Sunny also said nothing, she was standing at the front of the boat, looking ahead at the upcoming shape in the distance.
Later, as the Wednesday sun began to set and the shape in the distance neared the boat(or the boat neared the shape, it's hard to tell), Sunny said something.
"Iceberg!"
I really must interrupt here and explain something to you, I fear I have failed once more. I am at the moment unsure if the iceberg I am currently swimming around, composing my notes with waterproof pencil and algae paper, was one of the icebergs encountered by the Baudelaire children and that dispicable count in this, the last volume of their exploits. I know for sure that they have had congress with at least three different icebergs during the last moments of their journey before the final end of the horrible event of their childhood, but if this was one of those I simply cannot tell.
Until I scale my way to the top of this iceberg I am unable to tell if they were able to meet up with Fiona atop it, and camped out breifly to plan their final assault againt the man and woman who shared between them one set of hair and one beard, until I have access to much more accurate equipment I am unable to tell if the Baudelaires, in scuba gear, clung to the underside of the massive block of ice, using hooks and other apperatus, just before bringing an end to the evil that had followed them recently, and until I have adequate mining equipment I simply cannot tell if the massive ice behemoth I am currently swimming around contains the body of one of the Baudelaire orphans, after they froze to death beneath the surface of the unforgiving ocean.
However I am certain that it is the first mentioned of the icebergs which the Baudelaire children and the Count currently approached, due to the Hook-Handed Ex henchman and his sister sitting atop the ice, waving furiously at the boats occupants. Unfortunately, the wave was a wave of warning, not of welcome, however none of the occupants of the boat were to know that.
I fear I must end this chapter now, and lie down for a good forty minutes or so. If I were to continue now, I would surely become so distressed that I could compromise my secret location to the enemy agents on the adgacent iceberg, not to mention scare away what few readers will have tolerated and stuck around after the unfortunate events of the past twelve books.
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End of chapter one.