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    Quote Originally Posted by Accept View Post
    Were you writing the realistic, or magical form, and do you plan to try again? If you still have the previous attempt, or have to start over again, it would be interesting to read it here (also a fan of things Arthurian.)

    I tend to be fond the characters in all my stories, but the greatest pleasure in writing comes from allowing Tasia to guide me through the time of Uther, Arthur, and her personal mentor, Merlin. Of course I also enjoy following her in the challenge story, which probably explains why her mini-tale began the chapter.
    I was inspired by the book Idylls of the Queen, which if you enjoy Arthurian legend, I highly recommend, as it retells the legends in the guise of a murder mystery (in which, delightfully, Sir Kay is the central character!). I was trying to write something paralleling the legends but set in modern times... if I recall correctly, Arthur, Gwen and Lance were big wigs in a major corporation... I don't know if I still have it around anywhere. I might look around a bit and go back to it, if I can find it.

    I did write one Arhturian poem, a parody on Tennyson's "The Lady of Shalott." But it's a parody, so not too serious.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Aquarelle99 View Post
    I was trying to write something paralleling the legends but set in modern times... if I recall correctly, Arthur, Gwen and Lance were big wigs in a major corporation... I don't know if I still have it around anywhere. I might look around a bit and go back to it, if I can find it.

    I did write one Arhturian poem, a parody on Tennyson's "The Lady of Shalott." But it's a parody, so not too serious.
    Both sound interesting, but a murder mystery, using Arthurian characters in modern times would definitely be a challenge, so even a small sample would be welcome. If you post the parody I may have to go back and read Tennyson's work again, unless your poem brings back the visuals.


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    Here is Scene II of "Emma's Hungry."

    SCENE 2
    (CHLOE, LAURA, TRACY BUCHER)

    SFX – Ticking of an old spring-wound clock (throughout scene)
    SFX – Footsteps approach.

    LAURA
    Chloe, thank you for being a big girl about the manikin. Did you find a doll that you liked?

    CHLOE
    [sigh] I don’t want another doll; I want Emma.

    LAURA
    Well, I can’t do anything about that, honey.

    CHLOE
    I know.

    SFX – Footsteps approach.

    TRACY BUCHER
    Thanks for staying. I gotta tell you about Gran…she’d never say how hard up she really is.

    LAURA
    May I ask what’s wrong with her?

    TRACY BUCHER
    Plenty, but the cough…that’s the lung cancer. Look…I know she wouldn’t sell you the dummy, but she could really use the money. This shop hadn’t exactly been a gold mine, if you know what I’m saying.

    LAURA
    Oh, I don’t know if I could do that…she said she didn’t want to sell it…

    TRACY BUCHER
    Look, lady…I see her in pain every day. She don’t have long to live, and if I can trade some dummy for some good food and a hundred tabs of Percocet so she don’t feel herself dying, I’ll do it. You know I’ll do it.

    CHLOE
    Mommy, can we get her? Pleeease?

    LAURA
    Well…how much do you want?

    TRACY BUCHER
    A hundred dollars. In cash.

    LAURA
    That’s an awful lot for a doll.

    TRACY BUCHER
    It isn’t much compared to Gran’s bills.

    LAURA
    Well…for Mrs. Bucher, I’ll do it.

    CHLOE
    Yay!

    SFX – Shuffling of dollars.

    TRACY BUCHER
    Thanks.

    LAURA
    Go get her, sweetheart…but be careful, all right?

    CHLOE
    I will, mommy!

    SFX – Footsteps recede

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    Emma's Hungry, Scene 3:

    SCENE 3
    (LAURA, MARTHA, CHLOE)

    SFX – Sound of key in lock.
    SFX – Door cracks open.
    SFX – Three sets of footsteps entering house.

    LAURA
    (grunts)
    My God, Mom, how did you lug this suitcase from your house to the airport? It weighs a ton. You must have five anvils in here!

    MARTHA
    Just my essentials and a few presents for my favorite granddaughter!

    CHLOE
    For me!? You have presents for me?

    LAURA
    Just wait, Greedy Gus. Let Grandma relax a little. When she unpacks later today, you can see what she brought you. Besides, you have that new doll to play with …

    CHLOE
    Her name is Emma.

    LAURA
    Right … Emma. You know, Chloe, if you want to change the doll’s name, you can. If you don’t like Emma, it’s OK. You can name her anything you want.

    CHLOE
    No, mommy…It doesn’t matter what I call her. Her name is Emma.

    SFX – Martha sits down and grunts.

    MARTHA
    What does your doll look like, Chloe?

    CHLOE
    Let me get her and show you!

    SFX – Little footsteps run out of the room.

    LAURA
    So how was your flight, mom? You look tired.

    MARTHA
    I am tired, hon. Tired of riding on an airplane, tired of standing in line, tired of being poked and prodded by people in uniforms. I swear, next thing they’ll be loading us in cattle cars.

    LAURA
    That’s not funny, Mom.

    MARTHA
    [sighs] No, it isn’t. Not a bit.

    SFX – Little footsteps approach.

    CHLOE
    Grandma, this is Emma. Emma, this is my Grandma.

    MARTHA
    Let me get my glasses on here … why, she’s beautiful, Chloe! And so big…Laura, this is a silk dress. Is this an antique?

    LAURA
    That’s what they told us, Mom.

    MARTHA
    I’ve never seen a doll quite like this before.

    CHLOE
    That’s because Emma isn’t like any other doll. She told me so!

    MARTHA
    Well, I see my little girl has inherited her mother’s imagination.

    LAURA
    It’s not really a doll, Mom…it’s an old dressmaker’s manikin.

    MARTHA
    Really? It's not like one of THOSE I've ever seen, either.

    LAURA
    We got an amazing deal on it at a little antique shop downtown. You know, every time I think I know New Orleans, some odd little corner turns up that I’ve never seen before.

    CHLOE
    Her, mommy.

    LAURA
    What, honey?

    CHLOE
    Emma is a her, not a it.

    LAURA
    Oh, well…I’m sorry, Chloe. And I’m sorry, Emma. It won’t happen again.

    CHLOE
    Emma says she forgives you.

    SFX – Footsteps.

    MARTHA
    Where are you going, honey?

    CHLOE
    I want to play with Emma.

    SFX – Footsteps recede.

    MARTHA
    You know, she has really invested a lot of imagination into that doll. Emma has even replaced Mister Teddy in the place of honor.

    LAURA
    Really? Wow! [pause] I think it’s a good thing, myself. Chloe’s like I was…she’s not very good at making friends. Since the divorce, she’s been so withdrawn…

    MARTHA
    I know it’s been hard on both of you.

    LAURA
    [pause] Not as hard as living with a philandering drunk.

    MARTHA
    [sigh] And it will be a long time before you’re really over it, too.

    LAURA
    I’m not sure we’ll ever really be over it, Mom. [pause] Still, Chloe’s as animated today as I’ve seen her in months. I think your visits perk her up.

    MARTHA
    Well, I’m glad for that at least.

    SCENE 4
    (LAURA, MARTHA, CHLOE)

    SFX – Sound of a bustling restaurant.

    MARTHA
    You know, dear, you really didn’t have to bring me out for dinner.

    LAURA
    Oh, come on, Mom…you deserve a treat every now and then.

    SFX – Fork striking a plate.

    MARTHA
    Well, I have to say, this etouffee is very good.

    LAURA
    It’d be a shame to come to New Orleans and get a hamburger. [pause] Unless of course you were Chloe.

    SFX – Glass set down on table.

    CHLOE
    [with her mouth full] This hamburger is yummy!

    LAURA
    Slow down! We’re not in a race, you know.

    SFX – Fork striking a plate.

    CHLOE
    I’m just way hungry.

    LAURA
    That you are. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat so much, pumpkin.

    MARTHA
    Are you feeling all right, Chloe?

    SFX – Glass set down on table.

    CHLOE
    Mmm-Hmmm. Just hungry. Grandma, are you gonna eat the rest of that stew?

    MARTHA
    Why no, sweetheart. Do you want it?

    CHLOE
    I don’t want it, but Emma might.

    LAURA
    Oh…right. Emma might get hungry in the middle of the night and want a snack.

    CHLOE
    [seriously] Yes, Mommy. She told me she gets hungry.

    MARTHA
    Does she like etouffee?

    CHLOE
    She likes everything I like.

    LAURA
    Chloe, don’t bug Grandma about her dinner, okay?

    MARTHA
    That’s all right, dear. I was going to have the waiter wrap it in a to-go box anyhow. No sense in having it go to waste.

    SFX – Fork striking a plate.
    SFX – Restaurant sounds fade.

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    You know, I could post the whole radio play in sections... but it's pretty big and I don't want to hog the thread any more than I already have. Could someone else post, please?

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    ^^Okay, I will.

    I seriously doubt I'm going to find any of that modern-day Arthurian-based mystery I tried to write, so here instead is my parody of Tennyson's "The Lady of Shalott."



    Knighthood’s Flower Strikes Again

    I.

    Outside the walls of ghastly gray,
    The lively lawn and river lay
    And farms where rows of barley sway,
    Bathed in golden light of day
    That warms the island of Shalott.
    The crops there wrest themselves from soil
    So the folk don’t need to toil,
    Lest the thought of working spoil
    Their trips to nearby Camelot.

    The river winds between the trees,
    The way to Camelot it leads.
    And playful butterflies do tease
    Young children as, with dirty knees,
    They act out scenes from Camelot.
    A lady watches children play
    From inside her tower of gray;
    They whisper that she must be fay,
    The Lady of Shalott.

    II.

    She glimpses peasants selling bread,
    Couples who have just been wed,
    Kings and queens in royal red
    (All backwards, for they’re mirrorèd)
    Riding through Shalott.
    Her web she weaves through dark and light,
    (Although she cannot see at night)
    In hopes that someday it just might
    Adorn the walls of Camelot.

    With threads of richest gold and blue
    She renders, beautiful and true,
    The characters her mirror’s view
    Reflects (despite its copp’ry hue),
    The Lady of Shalott.
    Now one may see it as adverse
    To view one’s models in reverse.
    But it makes sense if one is cursed
    If one looks at Camelot.

    The cursèd lady oft does sigh,
    “Oh me, I’m cursed but know not why,
    Or even whether I should die
    Or what if I should set my eye
    To look on Camelot.
    The world seen mirrored can be a bore,
    Especially with this gray décor.
    I half-wish I could see no more
    Mere shadows of Shalott.”


    III.

    One day her copper mirror caught
    The image of Sir Lancelot,
    His arms of gleaming metal wrought,
    His charger at a gentle trot
    On his way to Camelot.
    A knight before a lady kneeled
    On the device upon his shield.
    For any maid his sword he’d wield,
    The good and humble Lancelot.

    Sir Lance, the brave and gallant knight
    Was every blushing maid’s delight.
    Unequaled in courage and might,
    He also stood a goodly height,
    The tall Sir Lancelot!
    Courteous he was as well--
    He spared the lives of those he fell!
    Her lust for him she could not quell,
    The Lady of Shalott.

    True lovers know lust love is not,
    From Cupid’s bow it is not shot,
    But she was young and so she thought
    She loved this bold knight Lancelot,
    The childish Lady of Shalott.
    She thought his face was very fair
    (Although his visor he did wear).
    She said, “I’d gladly die to stare
    Directly at Sir Lancelot.”

    She daydreamed that he’d take her up
    Behind him on his horse’s rump.
    He’d kiss her then shout “Giddy up!”
    And on that fair steed they’d gallop
    Away to Camelot.
    She said, “So this’ll be my doom,
    But still I’m going to leave this room
    And they can write upon my tomb,
    ‘The Lady of Shalott.’”

    “Lance, wait!” she cried and stood up fast
    And promptly fell upon her ass
    She also fell against the glass--
    Seven years bad luck, alas,
    For Lady of Shalott.
    “The curse has come upon me now,”
    She cried, “I knew it would somehow
    But nonetheless I make this vow:
    To reach Sir Lancelot.”



    IV.

    So she found a little boat
    That had been floating in the moat.
    In case she died, she held a note,
    And too, across the prow she wrote,
    ‘The Lady of Shalott.’
    As on the stream she drifted west,
    She lay down in the boat to rest,
    And she clasped against her breast
    The letter for Sir Lancelot.

    She sang, and she was heard by all--
    It sounded like the blackbird’s caw.
    Slowly rain began to fall
    But she’d not thought to bring a shawl
    To sunny Camelot.
    The rain fell hard, the thunder rolled,
    At night the stormy air got cold
    And froze the lady’s hair of gold,
    Poor Lady of Shalott.

    Seven years, it seems, was wrong,
    Because she did not live that long.
    The wind was cold and very strong
    And soon she could not sing her song,
    The Lady of Shalott.
    At last it was Gawaine who found her
    And everybody gathered ‘round her
    To see the soakèd mop that crowned her
    There at Camelot.

    Dead and robed in ghostly white,
    She must have been a scary sight
    For every bold and noble knight
    Felt a cold and haunting fright,
    But brave Gawaine and Lancelot.
    “She held a note,” said Sir Gawaine,
    “And though it’s soggy from the rain,
    It seems this girl was called Elaine.”
    He gave the note to Lancelot

    Who read aloud, “My dearest Lance
    You know me not, but at first glance
    I loved you. If I’m dead, by chance,
    Please pray for me, that God may grant
    Me peace. Elaine, of yon Shalott.”
    He said, “May Heaven grant her grace,
    She has a very pretty face.
    On top of that, she had good taste,
    The Lady of Shalott!”
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    Quote Originally Posted by oberon View Post
    I don't want to hog the thread any more than I already have.
    Since this is my favorite thread I'm not sure anyone can overdue the postings. Far better to keep it going than to let it fade into obscurity. I think most of us would agree(?)

    Quote Originally Posted by Aquarelle99 View Post
    ^^Okay, I will.

    I seriously doubt I'm going to find any of that modern-day Arthurian-based mystery I tried to write, so here instead is my parody of Tennyson's "The Lady of Shalott."
    I have a slight preference for your version. Tennyson was worth reading. Your parody was worth reading, and enjoyable. I'm just not sure if it should be considered a parody. It seems more like a variation on the theme, or a parallax view of the same event.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Accept View Post
    I have a slight preference for your version. Tennyson was worth reading. Your parody was worth reading, and enjoyable. I'm just not sure if it should be considered a parody. It seems more like a variation on the theme, or a parallax view of the same event.
    Thanks! Tennyson's a classic of course, but I do think my version is a bit more FUN.
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