Nursery Rhymes for Modern Times:
18 September 2011
Oh the Grand Old Duke Of York, He had 10,000 men,
But that was before the military cuts & now he’s only got 100.
And their all in Afghanistan for the 4th time.
The Curious Travellers
17 September 2014
by Ray Daley
“Father, will we ever travel to Earth?”
“Of course not, foolish boy!”
“Because we are already there.”
[Authors Notes:- Before today, this never had a title.]
I got this from somewhere but forgot to take note of where. It’s not mine, but it’s useful.
In a (setting), a (character) faces a (situation).
II. Setting (choose one)
_ generation ship
_ space station
_ distant future
_ fantasy realm based on (choose one)
_ contemporary America (specify a presidential administration from Eisenhower to Obama)
write two adjectives describing this setting:
M _ F _ (choose one)
age range: (choose one)
(choose one) _ good _ ambivalent _ bad
write three adjectives describing this character:
class (choose one)
affiliation (choose one)
(select up to three plot elements from the following list for the character to deal with in this setting — the writer gets to choose up to an additional two)
_ religious conflict
_ natural disaster
_ man-made disaster
_ non-human intelligences
_ false accusation
_ political intrigue
_ familial relationships
_ supernatural (if you choose this one, pick one or two from the following list)
_ ritual magic
_ athletic competition
Now, fit all of your choices into the story-format sentence given under Story and send them to the writer in need of a plot.
To give you some context, this is something I wrote during my quiet time as an RAF clerk.
Friday On My Mind
(C) By R. P. Daley
It’s Nine a.m on Monday and they’ve chained me to my desk,
‘Cos I did no work last week; so today I’m doing less.
And I’m screaming for my lunch break but it’s only just gone ten,
So I have to wait two hours and I’m screaming louder then.
See me bimble back from lunchtime; like I just don’t wanna start,
Someone said “Do Nothing“; so I took that to heart.
It’s ten past two on Tuesday and even now I find,
I’m waiting for the weekend with Friday on my mind.
And five o’clock feels far away; But I’m still sitting here,
So I’m dreaming of the NAAFI and I dream another beer.
It’s way past one on Wednesday; The middle of the week,
I’d like to ask for stand-down but I don’t have the cheek.
It’s five to six on Thursday and I’m still in my room,
The working day it looms ahead; like rain clouds bringing gloom.
It’s eight-fifteen on Thursday and now I’m on my way,
My body has to go to work but in my mind I play.
It’s ten p.m on Thursday night; I’m drinking in the Bop,
My right hand keeps on raising beers; my liver screaming “STOP!”
It’s eight o’clock on Friday, another duty clerk,
My head is screaming “Never again!“, my features looking stark.
Is the week now really over; or has it just begun?
I’m stuck in here ’til five o’clock and it’s only turning one.
Remember there are two years left, since on the line I signed,
Another two years spent this way; with freedom on my mind.
This Is All Assumed (To Be True)
By Ray Daley.
It’s the mind numbingly obvious things you noticed first.
Like boy doesn’t meet girl. And because they don’t meet, they don’t fall in love at second sight, because she’d have hated him with her initial glance. They don’t have a child. Or a dog. And that dog doesn’t get run over, causing them to fall into each others arms, wracked with grief, meaning they don’t have their second child.
And if boy doesn’t meet girl, their parents don’t accidently fall in love at their wedding reception. Only they can’t marry, mostly because they never met, but also because it would make the boy and girl brother and sister, and that kind of stuff is just really creepy.
So boy doesn’t meet girl, they don’t buy a house together. Which means it’s easier for the local vagrants to find somewhere to crash. It also means they have easier access to local supermarket dumpsters after hours.
People’s lives are made better. In fractional ways, just because that boy never met his particular girl.
And for this, we are thankful. Because as his best friend, I’ve always hated playing gooseberry.