September 2, 2009
(Continuing this! A bit of magic realism for you guys, today.)
“Man, Ginnie, yer glasses look ‘specially dumb today! Hwah!”
“My name isn’t Ginnie, Johnking! It’s just Gin!”
“Oh, look, Ginnie’s complainin’. Ain’t that just the latest news from the lil’ bird’s beak?”
Johnking knows that callin’ me that got under my skin, but he always does that anyways. Thinks he can be a jerk just ’cause his voice is deeper, or somethin’. Of course, then Sinda had to chime in:
“Yeah! Yeah, looks like he’s complainin’… a-GIN! Haw! Haw hah!”
For a girl with such pretty freckles, Sinda can really be a leak in the boat sometimes. Thankfully, then Ralphie hopped on down from the treehouse, waving her knapsack around for a moment before settling on the northern direction. She hollered out real high, jumped clean over everyone else, and started walkin’ fast on down in the direction of the Train Trestle. More of a prance, really, now that I think about it–But, uh, anyway, we all kept on after her. Keep on Adventurin’ on?
September 1, 2009
I have a lot of fun making up fictional bars, holes-in-the-wall, diners, dives, and so on. Not really sure why! But yeah, maybe a bit random, but here’s some recent favorites. (Worldbuilding? Kinda?)
“Plato’s Cradle” : Popular with beards, the place is just run down enough to be stylish but not enough to be offensive about it, which is makes it less of a dive and more of a coffee shop. Even so, some great minds come here and create some wonderful ideas–even if most of them never get past the “Man! What if we did this?!” stage.
“Little Lisa’s Backway Boulevard for Fellow Cats” : Down McKinley alley in Greentown. A little hard to find, but they have the best sweetwheat biscuits you will ever taste. Cats, enter through the big door. Other cats, there’s a cat door right next to the bigger one. There’s poetry here every other Wednesday–Little Lisa gives every reader a biscuit, which lends itself to a lot of first-timers (with mixed results).
“The Angle” : Maybe a little poseur, but The Angle plays host to some great fiddlers every night of the week. The food’s decent, but if you’re coming to consume, come to drink something from their microbrew. The name comes from how the roof is slanted down towards the stage–which in turn lends itself to a lot of problems when it rains, although once it rained through the roof just in front of the stage and made for a pretty fun night.
“The Treehouse” : Just across the street from Takins High School, the place is famous around town for being a kid-friendly bar. Don’t get it wrong, the bar’s still got atmosphere in spades, and it’s worth a trip even for the adults. The difference being that there’s ten flavors of homebrewed root beer and cream soda on the menu, and the staff isn’t afraid of a couple of fake ID’s. Do the kids sometimes get rowdy or annoy some older customers? Sure, yeah. But it’s worth it when you see a grandpa and his ten-year-old grandson clicking their cherry root beer bottles together.
(You know, maybe this is just my way of being nostalgic about dives and coffee shops from my childhood. Pour one out for Cafe Ishi, man.)
September 1, 2009
I have a lot of ideas for this. It’s based on me mishearing the title of the song “Rainbow Children”, which has incredibly little to do with this story (although it was a pretty great song, anyway! Very touching.). But yeah! I have a good feeling about this one. Think I’m gonna continue it even after posting some of it here, hopefully. But anyway! Here’s the first part, rough draft.
“So! Where are we adventuring today, guys?”
I always get real scared whenever Ralphie says that. I can’t show it, though, or else everyone else’ll get mad at me or tell me I’m fussin’ and a big wuss and that I don’t deserve my membership in the Best Adventurers in the World Club. I’ve lost the membership a couple’a times, actually, but Ralphie lets me back in when it happens. But yeah! Uh, Ralphie asked us where we were gonna adventure today, and immediately everyone chimed in all at once.
“The Woods up north!”
“Let’s go cross the Long River!”
“No, we should go up Owl Mountain!”
“The Train Trestle! The Train Trestle!”
“Oh!” Ralphie perked her ears up. “The Train Trestle! Keep on Adventurin’ on?