Wrote this little ditty walking across campus one day. I could tell you what it means, but I'd rather hear your interpretation. I really don't consider myself a poet, but the rhythm of this poem got stuck in my head, and I just had to write it down. I'm starting to enjoy writing poetry more now that I have to study it.
Two items of note: I quote Dylan Thomas' famous 'Do not go gentle into that good night.' The character Dark Horse says it. It's in italics. I'm not claiming it as mine, but it is old, therefore public domain. Item number two -- I didn't like how Chainlink summoned his winged horse before. I changed it. Now they use magic whistles shaped like wings.
Yeah, this next part gets a little abstract. I hope I don't disturb and/or offend anyone. Jamuy is Quechua for 'come' (at least I think it is. My knowledge of that language is restricted to what I can find on the internet.) Supay is, I think, the Incan god of the underworld, and a high demon in my story, the source of chaomancy, aka shadow magic. :P
Yes yes -- this one's been here a while. I thought I'd update a bit to fix the format. :) A wonderful elfwood artist, Suzanne Clerkin, did her own interpretation of Frutisha. I suggest you check it out! :) http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/s/u/suzanna/frutisha.jpeg.html
Argh. I hated having to split this up. Sorry if I chose all the worst places. It was hard to find good stopping points. Part XI is the result of me sitting down and saying 'I'm going to finish this story by Christmas, dang it. And I'm gonna do it in twelve parts!' --and then working hours and hours on it nonstop. By the by: ADB stands for Agency Data Base. I have a request for my Mod: If there's anything rejectable about this section or any other of Part XI, please reject all the sections after it as well, so I can fix the problem and make sure my readers only get their stuff in order. It wouldn't work to have C before A or D before B, you know what I mean? Thanks. Enjoy. :)
And so we come to the falling action from the climaxing of Part VI. Here we meet two of my favorite characters; Rook and Hoodwink. :) Hmm hmm hmm, delightful.
Yay; it's the longest installment of Trench Coats ever! I had to split it into FOUR PARTS! :D I feel special. What's about to happen will disturb you. It disturbed me.
Oh no! Will Ru, Dark, and Slip be able to save Hut? Alright, the lyrics in there are from the song 'Don't Give Up' by Josh Groban...or should we say, Agent Groban? --we haven't really decided whether it's the real Josh Groban or someone who looks enough like him and more importantly sounds enough like him that he earned the name at training camp. --seems weird that he'd go by his own last name, so I'm thinkin' it's more the latter.
I'M NOT SUICIDAL, I PROMISE! Wow...sorry; I had some pretty worried friends after this. :S Anyway, so the story continues. I really would have rather not split it, since I think the story builds better without a break there, but hey, gotta make it fit the size limit, so there we go. P.S. I'm sorry if I went a bit overboard with detail on the end. I started having a wee bit too much fun describing stuff. ^_^'
Masquerade! Paper faces on Parade! Maasqueraaaaade. (Andrew Lloyd Weber's Phantom of the Opera) Yes, this is where it gets exciting. I wrote this part mostly inspired by music by Within Temptation. The them for part 8 is definately their song Angels.
Oh...yeah. The usual request of the mods. If any part of this story is considered ill-fit for elfwood for some reason or another, please reject all consecutive parts so I can fix the problem and so my readers won't have holes in their story. Thanks much!
This story started out as a bit of a gag. My friends and I had long pretended to be secret agents -- and we had many IM conversation battles with these goofy arch-nemisises...nemisees?-- and so when I wrote this for them as a Christmas present my only goal was to capture our IM conversations in a story and the whole thing was only building up to this fight scene. I kind of let the story take its own course, until a turning point here in part II when I suddenly had a brainwave for how I could make the story way more exciting. When I was writing it I gave it in increments to my friends, so as a matter of principle I didn't go back and add any details to previous parts of the story when I discovered that certain things needed to be established. What you see here is a very rough copy of Trench Coats and Love Notes, one that I may one day go through and fix. But for now I hope that, rough as it is, it can still bring a little pleasure to you as my readers. It gets more coherent as the parts progress, I promise. There are some French ballet terms in there, so I'll define them. Eh hem. Arabesque - One of the basic poses in ballet, arabesque takes its name from a form of Moorish ornament. Chaine - (I have just discovered that I've been spelling this wrong. It's full of accents, and has one less N.) Chains, links: a series of rapid turns on the points or demi-pointes done in a straight line or in a circle. Pirouette - Whirl or spin. A complete turn of the body on one foot, on point or demi-pointe. Sous-sus - Below-above; a term used to describe a very tight 5th position on demi-pointe. Oh, and there are some quotes from Shakespeare in there that I can't take credit for, though they are public domain. -- they're from the last scene of Hamlet. Have I mentioned that these supervillains, goofy as they are, have some class? Not much, but some.
And it came to pass that Gloria finished and posted Part XII. And there was much rejoicing, yea verily, and the Gloria collapsed in her triumphal... HOLD ON! I didn't actually finish Trench Coats in this section, so no collapsing in triumphal glory for me. --yes folks, there's going to be a Part XIII...because Part XII was getting WAY too long, and I'd already missed my Christmas deadline by about ten days. Just to warn you; all that stuff I say about keeping my writing PG? Well...here's a disclaimer, it just became PG-13. Part 12 is a bit more on the violent side. And also quite a bit steamier (lots of kissing. LOOOOTS of kissing. And not just kissing; PASSIONATE kissing. Yes...nothing worse than that though.) And by the way, there's one point in here where I put something in parenthesis, when I haven't done it (I don't think) at any other point in the story. This is because when I write for my friends I like to put footnotes, but i had to take them out for elfwood. Usually I can just put the footnote in the description, but eh...that one didn't fit. In fact, I could probably stick it in as an actual sentence. It's just a fun, and not that important, detail.Speaking of fun details, did you know that red diamonds are the most rare form of diamond in the world? --That's another footnote reference I took out of this section.
It's a good thing Elfwood is allowing larger portions or I wouldn't be able to fit this all on one ticket. I still tried to keep it all more bite-sized; this section is the longest. Um...hm...what to say. As of right now I have the ending planned out and know pretty precisely what I want to happen (I was going to try and squash it all into this part, but it was getting just too dang long), but I have no clue when I'll find time to write it. I'm finally starting up college, and I'm uber excited, but that means less me time, so...eh, we'll see. I predict that Part XIII will be in two to three sections, but I tend to always write more, rather than less. Oh...there's a quote from Lord Byron in here. She Walks in Beauty of the Night. Needless to say, Bryon's old. -tis public domain.
Description Update 03/10/2008 -- Ok, I think I oughta say right here, this story started out as a joke, so the first, oh, two parts are kind of lame, but I promise it starts to really pick up as it goes. It wasn't meant to become this novel, but there you are....Also, I'm sorry that the main characters aren't exactly well introduced, as it was written for an audience who had already met them. DISCLAIMER: I am intending to publish. I'll be taking this down sometime in the near future! In the meantime, your comments are appreciated, but stealing my ideas is not. This is copyrighted, peops. All rights reserved and all that! Let's just see how part one goes down, shall we? This story was a Christmas gift for some friends, and it kind of developed into some huge thing. There are a number of inside jokes in it, but I figured people could appreciate the story anyway. The French terms are ballet moves. And I will define them. Arabesque - One of the basic poses in ballet, arabesque takes its name from a form of Moorish ornament. Chaine - (I have just discovered that I've been spelling this wrong. It's full of accents, and has one less N.) Chains, links: a series of rapid turns on the points or demi-pointes done in a straight line or in a circle. Pirouette - Whirl or spin. A complete turn of the body on one foot, on point or demi-pointe. Sous-sus - Below-above; a term used to describe a very tight 5th position on demi-pointe. I hope I don't offend any French speakers or ballerinas. I've never learned French, and quit ballet for Irish step when I was twelve. I'm going to take a ballet class again this summer though...I hope. *crosses fingers*
I finally did it! And I finished at 12:15 am on December 26th! Only 15 minutes after my goal~ ...ok, technically I edited and added a new scene after I got up that morning... But anyway, the story's done, and here it is for your viewing pleasure. Repeat quotes from Faustus in here. Public domain - they are italicized. O lente lente, currite noctis equi means 'Oh slowly, slowly run you horses of the night.' La fraternidad de caos means 'The Brotherhood of Chaos' in Spanish. ,Dasvedanya, chestniy vraag, means 'Goodbye honorable enemy' in Russian. And I think that covers most of the translations. Enjoy. Be gentle. I intend to edit this manuscript without mercy soon, but for now I'd like to feel good about it. I probably won't come back to working on it for a few months. My mind needs a break from Trench Coats before I attempt to rework it...and believe me, the revision project will probably take about as long as writing the darn thing. In the future you can look forward to an epilogue...I think...if it doesn't morph into a sequel. Heh. Anyway. Enjoy. And please ignore some of the Deus ex Machina...it's stuff I intend to tie in better (like Dark Horse's hat) in the...prologue? prequel? Thing that will replace Parts I-III? Yeah...
And it came to pass that Gloria posted the next installment, yea verily, and there was much rejoicing. Please enjoy. The next installment will be the last for real this time. No I'm serious! Why doesn't anyone believe me? O_- Btw, Da means Yes, and Nyit means No in Russian. THe other translations are footnoted, but I'm too lazy to fix the formatting so it looks better. :P
This is perhaps my favorite part of Trench Coats so far as I have writen. (Well, this and Part IIX, which I have just finished.) It's a bit longer than the rest, but I hope it has you all so captivated that you won't notice. *wink* In fact, it's so long that I had to split it into two parts to upload it! :-S The BLT reference is because these three friends and I formed a singing group called BLT. -- it's kind of what drew us together. I want to thank the mods for featuring this story. But before you read it you should probably go back and read the other parts. This part of all of them is full of spoilers and will destroy the suspense of the story if you start here! Oh, and if you decide to read, please comment. I like to know what you think, even if it's as short as 'I love it!' 'I hate it!' 'Give me cookies!'
If you enjoy jejune humor, than this is the play for you. Yes, I openly admit that some of it is a bit juvenille. I wanted to write a play on the inside of my stomach, and this is what came of it! UPDATE: I got this play published in my school's literary magazine last year. :) I edited some of it so it's a bit less jejune now (oo -- I love that word!)
*lets out a nervous chuckle* Um...I should have done WAY more research than I did before I sat down and started writing. My Spanish isn't the best, and I know only about as much as Wiki will tell me about Peruvian culture and the god Supay. Be merciful. I was taking artistic license. *ducks head in shame* And I made up chaomancy and the Brotherhood of Chaos myself. Yes, I'm more emo than everyone thought. O_+ Speaking of Spanish, I'll translate: Fue la Fraternidad de Caos; la Fraternidad de Caos! means 'It was the Brotherhood of Chaos; the Brotherhood of Chaos!' Pantano Verde is a town I made up, and it means 'Green Swamp' (I know, I'm SO creative)
Just a brief synopsis of the story of Atalanta and Hippomenes for those of you who are a bit rusty in the Greek myths; Atalanta was the fleet-footed follower of Diane who refused to marry any man who couldn't beat her in a race -- and it seemed that no one ever would. That is, until clever Hippomenes showed up and decided to start throwing apples at her during their race. His purpose was not to trip her, (though that might have worked too) these were golden apples -- and I don't mean that figuratively! Now, who wouldn't stop for apples made of pure gold? To make a long story short (too late) Atalanta stopped to pick them up, and so Hippomenes beat her. This is a poem that I wrote for a diversity project in English class. This poem specifically was to be on diversity in gender, and I illustrated it in photoshop. If you're interested in seeing the illustration it is in my art gallery.
I am SUCH a LIAR! -- or just a quitter, take your pick. This isn't the end folks. There will be a Part XIV, and possibly a Part XV depending on how long I can go before I buckle under pressure and send the next installment to my friends. So much for ending the story on a symbollic number... At only about 40 pages, I give you Part XIII in all its...depressing, scary majesty. Yeah, this one's even darker than before, if possible. To translate Twit's latin: “Darn you, Rook. It isn’t over ‘til it’s over!”
This has got to be the most fun I have ever had writing a fight scene. I give you Part IX in all its majesty! The quotes in the dialogue that don't sound like my own (I italicized them) are from Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe. Brilliant stuff I tell you. Marlowe quotes O, lente, lente, currite noctis equi! from Ovid, and it is latin for, 'O Slowly, slowly, run you horses of the night.' Christopher Marlow and Ovid are both verrrry old, and therefore public domain...just in case anyone was wondering.
Ok, I think this oughta be cleared up. I know I've split this story into seemingly random 'parts' -- but the 'part' indicates the installments in which I sent this to my friends. Normally a part is about fifteen pages (typed, 12 font, 1.5 spacing). The exceptions so far have been Parts VI, VIII, and, well, this one; Part XI. Unfortunately, I have to split up the installments on elfwood, which kind of messes up my moose, but it's good I think. --Forces me to keep it bite sized for my elfwood readers. So, here we have Part XI. In this story there have been two cameo appearances for friends of mine who have at some point or another really gotten into Trench Coats. One of those was Agent Steinway way back in Part V, who was a member of BLT for a while and is a brilliant pianist (in real life as well as in the story). The other is Agent Callisto. This friend got so into the story, she started writing her own Trench Coats fanfiction. I mentioned that I wanted to give her a cameo, and she went nuts; writing and developing her character with such zeal that I just had to make the character more important than a brief one-liner. Before you even ask: Sorry...I can't give cameos to everyone. I'm pretty much cutting off cameo appearances here from now on because the next part is the final installment! Yeayah! Ok. Read the story now.
And so we arrive at Part 3, in which we see the aftermath of the battle in Part 2 as Rubix, Glass Slipper, Dark Horse, and Cardboard Hut sit and talk in the Infirmary. Once again I must warn that there are a few inside jokes in there that probably won't make sense. Let's see if I can remember a few of them. Hmm, well Pineapple refers to someone who acts blonde but is a brunette on the outside. Trolls from Denmark comes from a treasure troll toy we found that said it was from Dam, Denmark...so it's a Dam Troll! Yeah, I know, lame joke from someone starved to swear. ;) And back in part I, 'Sniggered in their noses' came from staying up to late playing spoons and snorting too hard. --alright, if you find anything else that looks like an inside joke, just point it out and I'll try to explain it. Joy! Then you'll be on the inside of the joke as well! I have a request for my moderator. If there is any part of the story on this next ticket that needs to be rejected, please also discard all the parts after it. It wouldn't do to have part B up without part A if you know what I mean. Thank you! :D
Alright, some things you should know: Un, deux, trois is French for 'one, two, three.' S.A.W. stands for 'Standard Agent Wear.' The fight scene at the end of this was inspired by the song 'Stand in the Rain' by Superchick. It was only after writing most of part VIII that I realized that an Aphrodisiac isn't quite as innocent as your run of the mill Love Potion. Please keep your minds out of the gutter, people. During one of the previously mentioned IM battle conversations, we were all typing at once, and Tyler (aka Dark Horse) got so confused that he'd just type 'Dark Horse flexes his muscles' every now and again, so me 'n the goyles thought it'd be funny if he flexed so hard he burst his sleevess and drew a silly picture of him doing so. Then that escalated into another ongoing inside joke. Yeah, we're full of them. :D
Cardboard Hut hates Valentine's day. You might too if you were a member of The Agency. ;) I woke up early today (Valentine's morning), and thought I'd send my buds a love scene from Part XIII in honor of the holiday, but when I typed the title of the email (it was something stupid like Trench Coats Valentine's) I realized that it would make a good story, so I whipped this up in about two hours and sent it to them, oh, five minutes ago. Happy Valentine's Day, Trench Coats fans. :) Oh! The song that the cupid sings is a classic from the musical Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and I take no credit whatsoever for those charming lyrics.