- So, I missed writing last week, so I might not have pointed out my latest article on Harry Potter trivia to all and sundry. Yay? Yay.
- I’ve also done a little bit of writing after a couple of weeks of blankness. Not much, but it’s an improvement on nothing, and I’ll take that!
- Ooh, I had my hair cut on Monday (not as short as I intended, but the hairdresser had ideas of his own, and I do as I’m told), and then managed to dye it blue (intentionally!) so I am cheered up by the way that is looking.
- I had a nice, albeit quiet, Samhain celebration with Splendid Son. Happy Celtic New Year, folks!
- I dabble in fanfiction occasionally, and someone asked permission to translate something I wrote into Russian, which is very flattering.
- Last Saturday, I watched Charlton Athletic win against Chesterfield (football). It was the first time this season that Splendid Son and I (we’re season ticket holders, though we can’t go every time) had seen a win, so it was splendid!
I make no secret of the fact that I’ve written fanfiction in the past. So today’s Friday Fiction is fanfiction of Romeo And Juliet.
After the play has ended, Romeo’s first love Rosaline remembers.
Content warning for death and self-harm. He Is Dead For Love
There is a theory that there has been fanfiction about just about everything, and I intend to prove it. Herewith, a short piece I wrote based on Milton’s Paradise Lost.
The Way To Hell
from sence of injur’d merit,
That with the mightiest rais’d me to contend,
And to the fierce contention brought along
Innumerable force of Spirits arm’d
That durst dislike his reign…
/the Tyranny of Heav’n
And did he believe these words, Satan? Did he beilieve the sentiments that took him crashing from Angel to Devil; the Fallen Angel who fell furthest, fastest? Or was he seduced by his own rhetoric, made dizzy by the effect his speeches had on his fellows? Was it the heady taste of power which brought about his downfall?
Power – corruption – pride – greed.
He accused God of his own failings, as mortal man so often does in his stead, preferring to fault another rather than examine his own conscience. And others flocked to his banner, persuaded by their own vices – jealousy, anger, covetousness. And he chose to challenge that greatest of authorities, the Almighty Lord, because his pride would not allow subservience.
But once – once, surely, he believed in what he said; before his ideas became twisted and perverted by his untrammelled ambition. Once, he was an Angel of all things good.
Truly the way to Hell is paved with good intentions.
A bit of Jane Austen fanfiction this week. Set after the end of Emma, it is a slightly provocative offering on how Emma’s and Jane’s marriages might have turned out.
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