This is what Romance told about me..
[Aeons back, when I was but a young youth, I fell in love with a damsel. We met on a social network during the autumn season. Aphrodite sent me her gifts and made me like HER. HER was a fine young lassie straight from high school- but we liked each other from the very start. She was my type, short, funny, spex-wearing, and the only lady that understood me well apart from those whom I monikered the BIG 4. We hit it on very well until all my friends knew I was love drunk. The great infallible love-hating Tungsten Chloride (WC) was in love. We met in October then and I truly fell in love. Finally November came along and I spent time with her before she had to travel. That Sunday was the best of my life. I remember my friends telling me never to attach myself to her. Oh! How I wish I had listened. The next day we never talked but at night on the social network we did. Apparently she had a prob with me- a very minor issue. I tried and cried to let her give me a chance- finally she did. But my patroness Pallas Athene Of The Flashing Eyes and Mighty Olympian Zeus played a dirty trick and made her to send me a ‘gift’. After that I said never again will I fall in love. I went through a lot of pain that month. Aegis-wearing Athene felt pity on me and send my BFF the lovely blonde Tracy to comfort me. Tracy helped me board the Singles’ Xpress and there I will remain. The only thing that bothered me was I never found out the real reason for our break up- as the reason she gave me, only a donkey will buy. If you want to torture a journalist/ author hide the truth from him- I still have not found the reason. Tracy, Athene, Fantasy and Magic, they know why but they refuse to tell me. Up till now I’ll never trust womenfolk unless they are my creations. All because of one girl.]
Well Nursery Rhyme and Poetry had tears in there eyes. Mystery looked at me: ‘The mystery of the love affair.’
Drama shook his head sympathetically as Horror patted my back. Magic sneered at me while Romance knew that she and I would never recline on the same table. You wonder about my two favourites- Thriller and Suspense? They knew the story from before. Sci-Fi looked at me bored then took out an I-wrist -a device that was a comp, phone, music-player, video-player all in a silver-platinum bracelet. I-wrist will be available in the near future when I-pads will be phased out. Ne way he pressed play and took out mini-earphones.
I wiped a tear and Floetry saw me. She got up and said: ‘I had accused Novellah Synthesis of being heartless person. I mean he created Horror Fiction. But from his experience with HA he shed a tear that had so much emotion. I take back my words after all you are the father of Romance.’
She raised her golden buttercup and toasted whence we all drank to our future. The bluebells rang as everyone left. Thriller and Suspense winked at me before vanishing- they knew my secret.
It will only be fair for me to tell you- the I-Wrist has a holograph player. I never shed a tear. Suspense came back and kissed my forehead: ‘Good night Daddy, and Fantasy told me to tel u she knows your future wife..
With that she vanished. Pshaw ati Tracy.. Fantasy no wonder the name suits you..
Anyway the lesson learnt is/ moral of the story is:
I called upon Romance to step up which she did. She was my main defense witness as you guessed right. She began with retelling about the first lovers Adam and Eve in Eden. After that Floetry pointed out that in my heartless self I chased them away from Eden by making them eat the fruit. I defended myself by stating that an even greater Author wrote down that story, not me. Romance then moved from love story to another- from Rapunzel to Bella to Snow White to Ariel to Romeo and Julliet, Joseph and Mary down to Julius Caesar and Cleopatra. Paris and Helena of Troy can’t be left out. You wonder how I survived? Well before I mention my reactions- Western was the only male enjoying it. Horror ironically viewed these stories as horror. Crime was busy formulating his next heist for the Pentagon. Thriller my favourite was far away in his mind, his sister was enjoying the stories for the two siblings at times collaborated to write a story. Drama was the only male who was gentlemanly enough to listen though it was evident upon closer inspection that he was struggling. Detective, Mystery, Fantasy and Magic being ladies, inclined there ears. That left me and Sci-Fi. We both had a device that filtered out the mushy parts- more like a censor on your telly-telly bunkum boxes or shnookum boxes-radio. These are the times I am glad I have him as the youngest child.
On the other side
Floetry, Poetry and N. Rhyme had tears in their eyes… Hmph women. Now the debate would have ended there and I would have attained a sweet and easy victory proving I had feelings. However, remember earlier mentioning the two powerful sisters? Well there is cold war between Science and Magic– dating aeons back
[Magic used to be very powerful,but when Science Snr. came along her influence reduced. This was because Science Snr. always worked with facts and always proved with logic and evidence. Magic however couldn’t and so people embraced moved to him. Then came the Church which gained power over the two. Had the two antagonists joined forces, church would never have been strong but water and paraffin can not mix. Hence, magni and scientist were killed by the dozens. Science Snr. reacted by forming Illuminati. Magic didn’t see the use of that and so she suffered the most casualties while Science Snr. didn’t. Of course you know now Science Snr. is powerful and respected. Now Science Snr. had an affair with Fantasy and gave birth to Science Fiction.
Sci-Fi is like magic but of scientific nature. Now Sci-Fi is loved by many and not despised as Magic was- and here in lies cause of that cold war.].
Magic knew what we had done and she told Romance– of course she used her powers and tried to hide it, though me being her father I know all her tricks. Romance stared at me then opened a healing wound. It rent through my heart like red-hot no white-hot metal. Personally, I do not want to tell you, but my principles and the Interuniversal Information Dissemination and Archiving Guild Laws; which just so you know I wrote and created them myself, apply to all ME included. Besides Poetry will let the cat out of the bag- and women always draw the long bow.
Funny enough all my other children suddenly paid close attention as Romance begun the story on Me and Her. I will not name names here- author-pen-person confidentiality applies here..
2010 my mind is spent,
Like an abandoned tattered tent,
Yet we only in September,
Last I felt like this i can’t remember,
Tis so bad am jotting down,
With this unrelenting frown,
Am falling head in the hole,
‘Cause you see, I’m but a soul,
With some feeling I try to subdue,
Those that make me and you be two,
IT has finally set in,
But I don’t want to let it in,
Guess I’ll never change my mind,
‘Cause right now I’m uptight and wind,
Tis outta reach from me,
Yet lo! Behold my eyes can see,
The beginning of every thought,
Like a line begins with a dot..