Elves and cabbages, oh my!

“Cabbage. Why was it always cabbage? Cabbage and elves. Could they find nothing more interesting to stuff into the Cramarian hole than that? Fluffy blorgs would fill it faster. Hathe reached the long grabbers back into the opening, gently catching the next object and pulling it out. Ah, an elf. This one wore a purple body suit. The elf spit and clawed at the grabber. It even twisted around to try chewing the long pole with it’s sharp teeth. Technically the hole could fit three men in it but since there always seemed to be elves, they used the long arm of the mover machine to clean it out. Most elves only came up to Hathe’s waist but what they lacked in height, they made up for in visciousness. Hathe spun the wheel and pulled the lever, moving the arm over the cage and dropping the elf in with the other four. Hathe hated hole cleaning duty. He could think of a million other ways to get some alone time. Fun ones. “

My children like to ask questions. This is good since, as Big Bird says, “Asking questions is a good way of finding things out.” They learn more, it shows they don’t think we are complete idiots as their parents and it opens up other teaching opportunities. How on earth does that relate to what I wrote above? Well, some of my favorite answers are ‘elves’ and ‘cabbage’. Today, I thought, I use those two words a lot and yet have neither in any of my stories. I should probably try and find ways to sneak them into every book going forward just as an inside joke. Anyway, fun writing exercise. Now I have one for you:

Where is Hathe? What is a Cramarian hole? Why is he on hole-cleaning duty? You can add your ideas to the comments. I like the way this story opens so I’m going to add it to my list of starters. I’ll include as many ideas posted here as I can. Remember, just because the world may think something is impossible, doesn’t mean it has to be. This pearl of wisdom is what got me really writing “Kyle By Fire”.

This is the Novel Mage saying, *POOF*

 

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About markminson

Mark Minson lives in Salt Lake City, Utah. He enjoys playing games with his wife and five kids. He loves to sing and can often be found whistling as he walks. An avid shoe-wearer, you might run into him strolling down memory lane -- either his or somebody else’s. He brings humor to life through his many accents and movie quotes. He found his magic long ago, in a high school far, far away and now happily shares it with you. May you find your magic and share it with others.
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