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A Story of a Story; The Gathering

The first to arrive was Mystery– she appeared just as her name suggests, mysteriously. She is one quiet lady never talking much leaving you guessing about her. Her eyes however had a sparkle to them but they were devious.
Unlike his quiet sister, Drama arrived with pomp and fanfare- shouting and having adrenalin rush incidental music. He was a tall fellow and handsome (his aesthetics is proof enough ask the ladies he attracts). He parked his black Harley Davidson and winked at Poetry.
Western, he came riding a dark wild stallion called Dark-Moon who neighed, and shook its head, its mane flying wildly across the bright moon. He disembarked took his lariat, and cocked his twin pistols. He clicked his boots and spun his spurs before heading over to us where he doffed his cowboy hat at the ladies.
‘Howdy pardna,’ he greeted Drama before seating on the grass.
A quiet young boy wearing angelic white lab coat and a pair of nerdy glasses arrived via a bright light. ‘Teleportation module active. Transferred from matrix A to B successfully.’ he muttered to himself- that’s Sci-Fi or Science Fiction.
Next was a dark-suited tall and thin man. He was dressed in a black suit from head to toe. He got out of his Alfa Romeo n unbuttoned his coat, two shoulder  pistols  visible- he was Crime.
As soon as he sat down, a young, sexy but determined lady drove up in a police car. Crime glared at her as she dusted her suit. She was Ms. Detective Fiction.
The two siblings exchanged daggers and sat opposite each other- the air was tense but only for a moment as lively Adventure dropped from the sky. He landed with a BANG! on Floetry and guffawed before greeting us all. He is a jolly but dangerously active child.
Then came along the twins Fantasy n Magic– both are sweet when in good tempers but woe unto those who crosses them- the two sisters are very powerful.
Thriller and Suspense the fraternical twins appeared- Thriller dived from a helicopter and released the parachute which he later tore away a few seconds later. He plunged down to earth and that would have been the end of him hadn’t he shot an inflatable mattress. He landed safely on it and winked Sci-Fi who smiled sheepishly. Suspense being a lady, didn’t do her brother’s antics and instead demurely stepped out of her exploding BMW. She blew me a kiss and sat besides her brother.

Finally Romance arrived on her dainty golden wings and floated down besides Poetry. She had in her hands, a golden lyre that matched with her golden hair. Her vibes filled the air and gave out an aura of peace- personally I never did like Romance, but she is my offspring and one must not hate on your kids. I prefer Thriller and Suspense very much- it isn’t favouring. I do not dislike the others though. Now we were about to begin the defense case when the black sheep of the Fiction Family showed up. Poetry, Floetry, Nursery Rhyme, Fantasy and Magic screamed louder than even his blood curdling, heart wrenching, ears shattering cries. He was a huge broad shouldered man having pale grey skin. His head tilted to one side. He had a missing eyeball and 1/2 his nose was missing. His right leg was whole but the left was pitiful remains of flesh and bone. A metal hacksaw stood out like a sore thumb on his head and dark red blood flowed freely from the open wound. Countless nails were hammered all over his body- Horror Fiction had arrived. Only Sci-Fi smiled warmly at him- even the rough and ready Western cringed at his sight..
I hugged him warmly and made him feel at home. The 3 ladies exchanged glances and nodded. I knew I had just given them three free points but I didn’t give a hoot..

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A Story of a Story; The Argument

Well I weighed my chances and thought- I have the whole night but on the other hand all my children-my prosic creations- emphasize that a man will never win an argument against a woman. But I am a daredevil and I said I will prove that hypothesis wrong. So I sat down and gazed at Floetry through my pince-nez. The other two watched me as I pulled out my weapons- a blank scroll and a feather quill. With that I cleared my  throat and begun speaking as my words wrote themselves on the scroll.
{Which appeared first poetry or prose? It is poetry up to there I agree but prose is far much read than poetry. The ladies of course  had a problem with that. They ‘reasoned’ with me but I stood ground after all people do not talk in ‘poetry’ its in prose. I had the joy of seeing damsel Rhyme back me up,  though silently.
Floetry then challenged me to prove I had feelings. I have two sons- Fiction and Non-fiction. I called n Fiction’s children-Drama, Suspense, Adventure, Crime, Horror, Mystery, Sci-fi, Western, Thriller, Fantasy, Detective, Romance and Magic.. It wouldn’t do you justice if i didn’t describe my family, as they will affect the story.. So let me begin

A Story of a Story Introductions

So I know I am Novella Synthesis and not this fly dame called Poetry; but we both have something in common- we are both story tellers only that I am prose. Yesternight I had a date with Poetry and her close cousin Floetry, invited too was Nursery Rhyme; who to me, if I was asked, are all related. We sat out on the balcony and enjoyed the natural roof which had many holes that allowed the sun to stream through- then there was a big round hole that let the sun in according to Nursery Rhyme. Poetry then was touched and she alongside her cousin began spinning words to describe the night. Now if it wasn’t bad enough that I was the only male, the three then attacked me on my lack of enthusiasm to appreciate beauty- meaning the sensuous Miss Night. My punishment was to dress in black the following day. that is neither here nor there.
Anyway back to the outing. So after the three had completed their praises, we enjoyed the purest refreshment called Dew- Mother Nature was kind enough to serve us that early as it was only the Witching Hour- and you all know what time the drink is served. A few glow-worms and fireflies flitted above Nursery Rhymes’ head tangling themselves in her blonde hair. An owl hooted in the night and Poetry begun chanting about sorrow. I kindly excused myself and tried to leave but Floetry the sharp-eyed lady openly attacked me saying I had no feelings…
I am sure you want know how I reacted but that is another long story for another day…

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