Jeg har for så vidt skrevet en engelsk historie basert på dette skjebne-editorkonseptet i dag som jeg har tenkt å dele her og på Deviantart etter hvert. Jeg vet jeg ender opp med å legge inn tekster og dikt her veldig mye, men jeg liker å dele det jeg skriver med andre, jeg elsker å få kommentarer og jeg synes forfatterdrømmen min er en såpass stor del av meg at jeg må gi uttrykk for det på en måte. Så her kommer historien, det er bare å overse den hvis dere ikke skulle være interessert i å lese mine merkfundige skriblerier og så babler jeg videre etter historien.
(Det var noen tegn som det ikke gikk an å sette inn her og jeg har tatt følgene av det.)
A day in the life of a word-wiper
Calling him the word-wiper seemed completely wrong, though it was the right description. He earned his living looking through the pages of that great eternal book called destiny, living in shadows, but the happiest kind and there he wiped away words and put in new. Not with all the words of course, but with those words that stopped being of importance. Destiny is a fragile thing, you know and things change. Like with Cynthia Polkin.
Cynthia was a strict and organized woman who fit the stereotype of a stern teacher to a tie, never being far away from her book of seemingly unending quantities of rules. You name it and she had a rule for it. Like eating for example. If you sat at a bench in the school yard eating your lunch, you would be damn sure she would come up to you and reprimand you for eating too big pieces at once of the bread. Or it could be that you ate too slowly or too fast or that you didn not eat enough. Anyway, her solution was putting you in detention and that was dreadful with Ms. Polkin. For some reason she insisted to turn on her cd with opera while you sat there after school hours and she thought it important to sing along and that was the horrible part seeing as Ms. Polkin had the most obnoxious voice. It is quite impossible to describe a voice like hers, but one thing was for sure, you would never ever forget it. But destiny had plans for Cynthia or so it thought. Cynthias destiny was planned to be an utterly cruel one, a destiny where she would die in her classroom singing along with a most spectacular opera cd right next to a window and breaking the window glass with her voice. Then the pieces from the glass would land on her and in some gruesome way kill her by penetrating her neck in a most Sweeney Todd-ish manor; neck being cut by glass and all that jazz. But thankfully for Cynthia destiny was wrong or it changed or something like that and Cynthia Polkin lost her voice that day. It was of course something that irritated her greatly, especially since the voice never really came back, but it was better than being killed by glass pieces.
This change was all the word-wipers doing. He had been ordered to change Cynthias destiny and so he did, though he smiled at the result. He had also heard her voice and the loss of it was a good thing in his opinion. The same could not be said for the changing of Carl Kenningtons destiny; that was a fate that changed for the worse.
Before one tells of Kenningtons destiny one should perhaps mention what the word-wipers job was. It is nice to know for the reader for example. The word-wiper had a magnificent ability to wipe away words in the book of destiny and change them for something else. He was an editor of sorts to tell the truth; editing fate. The word-wiper even had an official title which was not exactly 'word-wiper', but 'The Official Fate Reorganizer' or 'TOFR' when people were feeling lazy. But he largely preferred 'word-wiper', it just rolled better of his tongue. And now he had word-wiped Carl Kenningtons destiny.
Carl Kennington had thinning hair and short, chubby legs and had an expression of discomfort at any occasion. He just seemed nervous, worried and insecure most of the time, so it was and so he was known. Mr. Kennington was an author and had earned enough money by writing that he could write full-time. This should have made him happy, but instead it scared him since he was a man that thought luck was a fragile thing; nothing that could last for long. Kennington had always believed that he was doomed to a life of unhappiness and any good thing that happened to him was just a coincidence. This had saved him from taking many chances, which had both made his life safe from unfortunate surprises, but also made it incredibly boring. No excitement, no thrills and nothing but one day after another being exactly the same and that frustrated feeling that Kennington always felt without knowing why. Luckily Kenningtons destiny, before it was word-wiped, was one of lottery-coupons and big wins. Kennington was destined to win one million dollar. Let us rephrase that; Kennington had been destined to win one million dollar. The word-wiper found out that one of his jobs that day was to change this fate so Mr. Kennington did not buy a ticket because he was sure he wouldn not win anyway. The word-wiper had tried to argue to his boss that Carl Kennington deserved some luck, but it did not help and the lottery coupon was never bought by Mr. Kennington. Clara Linley for her sake was happily unknowing of the destiny-change and just felt incredibly pleased that she actually did buy a lottery coupon that Saturday. One million dollar was a prize that suited her just fine, thank you very much.
In retrospect the word-wiper had felt genuinely sorry for Mr. Kennington and his fate, but then buying a lottery coupon was not true to Kenningtons character, it never had been and with that in mind the change had been needed. Plus Linley did deserve the luck; she had been broke all the time for at least ten years so she deserved a change for the better. The word-wiper stopped editing destinies for a moment and considered fate. It was a wonderful thing in most ways and he felt thankful that he could help creating the future as it would be. And it occurred to him as the bell ringed and told him that he could go home for the day that he was creating his own destiny by his work, he made his own world in the changes he made and this was the magical thing. This made it all worthwhile.
And he thought about this while he walked home while the Goddess of Destiny looked through the pages of the book of destiny and proclaimed that it was all interesting and that the word-wiper had done his duty well enough.
Destiny was pleased and closed the book for the day. The next day would bring new editings, but now it could stands as it did and just go as it went in the book. It was time for dinner anyway and she was having homemade Pizza.
Jeg har ellers gjort ting som jeg egentlig fundamentalt ikke liker, som å legge fra meg bøker før de ble utlest og sånn denne helgen, men jeg må på biblioteket i morgen og jeg har ikke lyst til å forlenge den boka. Det er ellers to av de bøkene jeg skal levere i morgen som jeg påbegynte i stad, men den ene er tegneseriesamling og den andre er en novellesamling og det går fort å lese. Jeg håper jeg ikke er den eneste som av og til legger fra meg bøker, men det spiller for så vidt ingen rolle. Det er ellers ikke noe annet jeg har på hjerte for øyeblikket, men jeg blogger snart igjen og teller forøvrig ned dager til den 25te april!