Sunday, March 22, 2009

Getting to know you: Yearning

Since I'd like to get to know you, let's go talk about the heart of things. What is it that you yearn for?

49 comments:

Finley Josephine (Fin) said...

I yearn to kick the ass of the people that are constantly threatening me because I'm different, even for my kind. Only, my family has a no violence policy.

Anonymous said...

You know what I yearn for? For you to stop asking these idiotic questions.

What the hell is wrong with you?

God get a grip.

Ms. Fettleston said...

Dear Ms. Fin and Mr. Anon,

Please do not threaten to 'kick the ass' of people or ask them 'what the hell is wrong with them.'

These are not nice things to say. Please try to be nice to people.

Sincerely,

Ms. Fettleston

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Ms. Fettleston said...

Dear Mr. Anonymous,

Oh my.

Sincerely,

Ms. Fettleston

Mira said...

Anon,

Sorry. You do a good job of expressing rage. But we need to all get along here.

Thanks.

Anonymous said...

Hi Fin. I feel that way sometimes too. I feel like I'm different.

Shadow

Troubadour said...

Once, long ago, I yearned for love, but it was taken from me.

For may years I yearned for power. But now that I found him, the one who destroyed my chance at love, I want revenge. And I will have it, regardless of the cost.

Fin said...

Anon? Are you thirteenish? Has anyone ever told you "no one's beyond an ass-whooping"? It's not a threat, I just wonder.

Ms. Fettleson? What do you do with death threats and arson?

Shadow, you gonna make it?

Troubador? All this over a chick?

Anonymous said...

Fin, I'm okay. It's quiet here right now. Nobody is home. How do you feel different? I feel different because everyone else has friends. I go to school and nobody really sees me. I don't have any friends. I had a friend once but they're going. I guess that would be what I would yearn for. A friend.

Shadow

Anonymous said...

Yearn for? World peace.

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Troubadour said...

No mere chick, but the finest lady in the south of France.

Alas, I have the tendency to desire most that which I cannot have. she was married, and the Lord that wed her offered no companionship, no tenderness, only abuse.

I could not stand to see her suffer at his hand, although that inner pain, conveniently masked by her shy smile, amplified her beauty.

So I killed him.

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Fin said...

Ms. Fettleson, in a bit of constructive criticism, can I ask how it is you damn people with potty mouths to hell, but not tarot card readers?

Fin said...

Troubadour,

What's your actual reason for vengance on poor Gil? Is he the Lord?

Ms. Fettleston said...

Dear Ms. Fin,

I'm afraid that you misunderstand. I do not damn people. People damn themselves by saying bad words, dear.

I quite like tarot reading. A nice young woman once did a reading for me. She said that I would travel to far away lands. Then I went to North Dakota for a knitting convention. So, you see she was right, dear.

Sincerely,

Ms. Fettleston

Fin said...

But, Ms. Fettleson, as sure as I am that North Dakota was fascinating (good people, great accents), I'm curious to know how saying "HELL" is worse than channeling the power of the dead or the devil or the unseen or whatever Shelia will tell us it is.

Fin said...

Okay, Shadow!

I'm different because I'm a subspecies: not quite human, or more than human. But even for what I am, I live a bizarre, fringes of society life that my like-kind finds off putting.

I've decided to offer you some help since I was lonely and friendless at age fifteen. This is how I got through.

MeWithoutYou, "Catch for us the Foxes"
Say Anything, "Is a Real Boy"
Okkervil River, "Black Sheep Boy"

Buy these CD's. Wallow in them. Let me know if you need more. Music will hold you together.

Ms. Fettleston said...

Dear Ms. Fin,

Oh no, dear. Tarot is a good thing, dear. It taps into the mystical powers of the beyond. It is quite thrilling.

I'm so sorry to hear that the other children won't play with you. I hope that you know that you are very special just as you are. I've never met a sub-species before, but I am sure that you are a lovely young lady.

Now, I must go. It's Sunday, and I need to be at church early for choir practice, dear.

Have a lovely day.

Sincerely,

Ms. Fettleston

Fin said...

Ms. Fettleson,

I guess I do not get out enough. I've never encountered an avid church-goer with a positive outlook on tarot. Hm.

DESTINY said...

I yearn for nothing. I am.
And as I am, so you are.

Yearning is futile. I am all.

Fin said...

So, Destiny is a noun in your case, then. You sound a little annoyed, Destiny.

Is it rude to call you Destiny? I mean, is that like saying "Hey Woman! What are you thinking about, Woman?" Or "Boy" or "Girl"? 'Cause it's what you ARE but is it your God-given NAME?

Marilyn Peake said...

What I yearn for you will never know, as you are merely mortal. I am fae, and work behind the scenes to control the world of politics and power. I laugh at you, mere mortal.

- Donella, repo girl in Repo Girl and the Fortune Faerie, short story soon to be published in the anthology, Twisted Tails IV: Fantastic Flights of Fantasy

Fin said...

Fae,

I despise politics as we define it now, and I despise power, period. Too bad for you you're all corrupted and...yucky.

On a side note, I love short stories because my author is completely incapable of them. When's it due out?

Anonymous said...

Goodness! What a question!
I'm not sure if it's my repressed Irish upbringing, but you guys seem very comfortable about sharing your innermost desires. . . to hell with it! I'll do it - I'll tell you what I yearn for. I yearn for my ex-husband to see me the way I want to be seen: happy, coping brilliantly with my new life. Complete. (And sometimes, in my darker moments, I yearn for him to disappear into a giant Irish bog hole. But I digress.)

DESTINY said...

I am DESTINY. You may call me Destiny.

I know you Fin. I have plans for you. You can not escape them.

I also know you, Fae. You are one of my finest instruments.

Anonymous, I do see an Irish bog hole in your future. I will tell you when it is not. It is not in your future next Tuesday.

Anonymous said...

What do I yearn for? Some goddamn peace and quiet. The tubas are killing me. They keep me awake night and day. Night and day.

God, I'm tired. Some goddamn peace and quiet. Is that too much to ask for?

Marilyn Peake said...

Fin said:
I despise politics as we define it now, and I despise power, period. Too bad for you you're all corrupted and...yucky.

You are a fool. You would be a bigger fool to say things like that to me face-to-face. I find joy in bringing pain to mortals who get in my way. To me, it's all a game.

Thank you so much for asking when my story will be published. It's scheduled to be published any day now, and will be posted on my author's website as soon as it's available.

Marilyn Peake said...

Oooooops, forgot to add that my last post was from the fictional character, Donella, in the short story, Repo Girl and the Fortune Faerie

Fin said...

Donella! I'm not a mere mor-tal. (I'm singing that part, can you hear it?) I'm not a fool either. Fools look to presidents, prime ministers and kings to do the things that they should be doing themselves. I don't have the proper fear in me not to say it to your face, so on the very off chance we ever meet, I'll say it then. You'd be hard pressed to cause me pain.

P.S. I'll keep my eye out for the book.

Fin said...

Anon 2:32,

Tubas from a marching band? Watch out or Ms. Fettleston will have your hide, she hates almost-bad words. I suppose I'm not helping with the peace and quiet though. Sorry.

Marilyn Peake said...

DESTINY said:
I also know you, Fae. You are one of my finest instruments.

Don't make me laugh. I control my own destiny. My friend, the fortune faerie, offers glimmers of false destiny to humans who gaze mesmerized into her crystal ball. Perhaps you are able to convince humans that you are written in stone, but I will squeeze you like a lump of wet sand and toss the scattered grains upon the wind.

- Donella, repo girl in Repo Girl and the Fortune Faerie, short story soon to be published in the anthology, Twisted Tails IV: Fantastic Flights of Fantasy

Marilyn Peake said...

Fin,

Thank you for your interest in the book that will feature my story.

You said:
I'm different because I'm a subspecies: not quite human, or more than human. But even for what I am, I live a bizarre, fringes of society life that my like-kind finds off putting.

What kind of creature are you?

- Donella, repo girl in Repo Girl and the Fortune Faerie, short story soon to be published in the anthology, Twisted Tails IV: Fantastic Flights of Fantasy

Marilyn Peake said...

DESTINY,

I am so happy to meet you! I spoke of you to twelve-year-old Wiley O'Mara, the night he peered into the oval lake and saw the face of the wolf. The Northern Lights danced like shimmering ribbons in the sky that night. A full moon shone like a round china plate, and the stars twinkled in a darkened sky. The wolf vision morphed into Wiley's own features, then the face of his father on one side and the face of his mother on the other. Then he saw the dolphin, the invitation to his destiny. I had to explain to him that Destiny is bigger than what you can understand at the moment. That is also when I gave him the golden cup he needed to bring to the magical dolphin Elden. It was inscribed with the message: Drink deeply by land or sea. Earth comes only once.

- Lucinda, magical fairy godmother type woman in The Fisherman's Son Trilogy

Fin said...

Donella,

If I were anything that you'd heard of, I'd tell you. But as we've kept this secret for thousands of years, I will shut up about it for now. But I'm stronger than you think, and faster than you think, and have a normal life other than the fact that I'm only here to save humans from completely wiping themselves out. And whoopse, I've said too much.

Marilyn Peake said...

Fin,

You have me very curious about who you are. Are you from a specific short story or novel?

You say that you are "only here to save humans from completely wiping themselves out." Ha! You make me laugh. What a useless exercise in futility.

- Donella, repo girl in Repo Girl and the Fortune Faerie, short story soon to be published in the anthology, Twisted Tails IV: Fantastic Flights of Fantasy

DESTINY said...

Donella, you speak pretty words, but they are empty. You say you shall scatter me upon the wind, but you have forgotten. I am the wind. I shall sweep you in my path, and one day you shall submit. You shall bow to me and call me by my true name: Destiny.

DESTINY said...

Lucinda,

You have done well. You have set in motions great events that must be. You shall be honored.

Wiley is in my hands now. I shall follow him on his path.

He is in my hands now.

Fin said...

We're an ancient creature, Donella. Though you have me thinking about delving into my history a little deeper. But we've done okay against emense odds thus far.

Honey said...

Hello.

This is a very interesting question. I think you ask very interesting questions. So, what do I yearn for? I'm not sure what yearn means, exactly, but I the word makes me think of yummy things. That's because both words start with a 'y', in case you didn't know.

One yummy thing that I like is Captain Crunch cereal. That's my favorite. I especially like it when you put lots and lots of sugar on it. That makes it taste delicious, and gives you a wonderful feeling of flying all over the room.

So, I very much recommend that everyone start their day with Captain Crunch cereal with lots of sugar on it. It's the best.

Okay, thank you.

Troubadour said...

Fin,

Gil drew my ire when he distracted me as I was struggling to consume the soul of his deceased friend. She got away thanks to Gil, but she was too late to cross over. Now she is trapped as a ghost, like me. Her time will come. It's a small world. She can't hide forever.

Gil has a strong soul. I tried to read his mind, but I can't get inside him. Whenever I try, memories of my own past begin to surface. The face of the Lord is the most consistent one.

My own memories are clouded by those of the souls I have consumed over the years.

Anonymous said...

Sorry - it's me the repressed Irish character, again. My knowledge of the internet leaves something to be desired, which is why I can't actually work out how to post my name at the top of this entry - it's Pure Fiction, by the way.
Destiny, I am fascinated by your vision of an Irish bog hole in my future. Will I fall into it, or will it be my husband? I did mention that I only wish that fate for him in my darkest moments, didn't I? On good days I merely wish that his toe-nails will fall off.

Mira said...

Pure Fiction,

welcome! You're pretty funny. :-)
I have some people's toenails I'd like to fall off. Maybe I can put them on Destiny's list.

Posting your name is fairly easy. When you post, look right below where it says "Choose an identity." Click on Name/URL. It's the one right above Anonymous. Then where it says "name" just type in Pure Fiction. Ignore the url part. And post, and you've got it.

Or if you prefer, just sign your post Pure Fiction. Some people are doing that.

Whichever way you post, hope you enjoy the site.

Pure Fiction said...

Miraculous - thank you Mira. And for providing this forum.

Mira said...

You got it!

Right on. :-)

Anonymous said...

Fin,

I had to go to my grandmother's house yesterday. I didn't see your post.

You are so cool. I wish I was a sub species.

I like music. I'll save up and get those CD's.

Thanks for being so nice to me.

Shadow

DESTINY said...

Anonymous or Pure Fiction, I know you by either name.

Yes. There is an irish bog. Someone falls into it. That should reassure you. I do not envision toenails, but I do see something about a fungus. I hope that is acceptable.

Goran Njiric said...

Mmm. What I yearn for.

I want to see my father again. It's been fifty years, and we haven't talked once. I think he's dead. He should only be around eighty-four, but prison life is hard. I didn't realize it until now, but I really do miss him. He added a moral certitude to my life that I haven't had since.

Heh. Look at me. Reminiscing and crying like someone who has regrets. A more current yearning is for someone to share a bed with, but that's because my boyfriend of two years left me when he found out that I wasn't going to write him into my will. Poor, stupid kid.

There are fine looking men and women on my ship, though, I might get lucky. Too bad that there's no room in the bunks unless you're a 60 kilogram-or-less midget contortionist, or an officer. They're trying to make me fraternize with the machine, to try to get it to understand human interaction. I could treat it like one in the meantime, but that just seems creepy.