A Story of a Story; Me and Her

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..

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With that she vanished. Pshaw ati Tracy.. Fantasy no wonder the name suits you..
Anyway the lesson learnt is/ moral of the story is:

EVERYTHING
STARTS
WITH
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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…