Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2003 8:57 pm
Very straaaaange.... 

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I wonder if there is a "Jane Austen written by SRD", too? Then I will be certain they will not live happily ever after (if they live...)."Sauron and Saruman" by Jane Awesome
by as_u_wish
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single hobbit in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of an adventure.
However little known the feelings or views of such a hobbit may be on his first receiving his inheritance, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of wandering wizards, that he is considered as the rightful recipient of one or the other of their magic rings.
“My dear Mr. Sackville-Baggins,” said his lady to him one day, “have you heard that Bag End is vacant at last?”
Mr. Sackville-Baggins replied that he had not.
“But it is,” returned she, “for Mrs. Bracegirdle has just been here, and she has told me all about it.”
Mr. Sackville-Baggins made no answer.
“Do you not want to know what has happened?” cried his wife impatiently.
“You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.”
This was invitation enough.
“Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Bracegirdle says that the ring was taken by a young hobbit of large fortune and is heading east to Rivendell; that he eloped secretly with the wizard Gandalf, who has a fortune of six thousand a year, and that he is to remain in sole possession until Michelmas; though the Lord Sauron de Morder has indicated his evident displeasure and refused to give his consent; and, my dear, Gandalf’s fortune is nothing compared to his; it is certain that some of his servants are to be in close pursuit by the end of next week.”
The Lord of the Rings, by Ernest Hemingway
Frodo Baggins looked at the ring. The ring was round. It was a good ring. The hole at the heart of the ring was also round. The hole was clean and pure. The hole at the heart of the ring had an emptiness in it that made Frodo Baggins remember the big skies of the Shire when his father had taken him out and taught him to tear the heads off the small, furred things that walked there, even though he hated blood in those days and the stink of the blood was always part of the emptiness for him then and ever after.
Frodo Baggins could put the ring on his finger now. The stink of the blood and the hole and the emptiness could never leave him now. Frodo Baggins looked at the ash-heap slopes of Mordor and remembered the Cuban orc who had kept the ash on his cigar all the way to the end. The orc just drew on the cigar and smoked the cigar calmly and kept the ash in a long gray finger, a hard finger, right to the moment that the Rangers beat hit to death with clubs. He was mucho orco, the Cuban.
Frodo Baggins looked at the ring and the hole and smelled the sulfur smell that came from the vent in the mountain. There were scorched black bushes round the vent. The vent was like the cleft of the old whore at the Prancing Pony on the night that the Black Riders came. Frodo Baggins reached in his pouch and took out the flask of good grappa there and filled his mouth and swallowed the grappa. She was mucha puta, the old whore.
Frodo Baggins could spit again so he spat hard, once. He took the ring and threw it into the vent.
The earth moved.
Ouch. For a moment there you had me tempted me to write a bit of this. One of the Bennett girls (dim little Lydia, perhaps) surprising a handsome stranger on Kevin's Watch... but, no. It's just gonna be all too ugly.Ylva Kresh wrote:I wonder if there is a "Jane Austen written by SRD", too? Then I will be certain they will not live happily ever after (if they live...).
Lord Foul wrote:Hee hee, my favorite take on Hemingway? His version of "Why the did the chicken cross the road?"..... to die... in the rain.The Lord of the Rings, by Ernest Hemingway
Ultra-short version of a Jane Austen book (for you who do not have the energy to read one yourself)
Female lead: I am in love with the male lead. He must never know.
Male lead: I am in love with the female lead. She must never know.
They find out.
Here.Ylva Kresh wrote:I can´t remember where I found this (somewhere on the net, but where?):
The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, Unbeliever
By Stephen R. Donaldson
Ultra-Condensed by Russell Lutz
Lord Mhoram
Thomas Covenant, you are the savior of The Land.
Thomas Covenant
Bite me.
(Thomas Covenant saves The Land.)
THE END
The Second Chronicles of Thomas Covenant
By Stephen R. Donaldson
Ultra-Condensed by Russell Lutz
Thomas Covenant
I am the savior of The Land.
Linden Avery
Can I help?
Thomas Covenant
Over my dead body. (dies)
(Linden Avery saves The Land.)
THE END
The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, the Unbeliever
In six volumes
adapted by Richard Kennaway
"Hellfire!" Covenant clenched through teeth gritted,
Fighting telic-faced svarts, gelid-witted,
"Though I suage the Land's plight,
'Spunge Lord Foul's Bane's Despite,
As a leper (Outcast! Unclean!) I'll ne'er be acquitted!"
I came to this thread looking for a little culture and this is what I get!B&B wrote:Oh, and then there's toenail painting, hair braiding and weird contests such asSpoiler
who can hold the biggest object under their
do you really want to know?Spoiler
breast.