In Accordance to my Entry
Sam316547's "Something Strange Fantasy
May I Present:
"The Rime for Sarah, the
The fantasy challenge novel from Sam316547
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into consideration that this is fantasy, and may I say no less,
not to read if it steams thee with scowl or frown and not with
…for I may never plea what incites thee, the
fun of doing this novel is dedicated first to me.
But yes of course, this novel is dedicated
to Sam316547, too!^^ +_+
techniques, strategies, and words of this novel refined new, it
is one of the aesthetic forms of my writing I take well and
…for people to skip the words they read, they
may find the words to deceive…
please read it with care, and comprehend the play of words with
sincere understanding excellent or at least fair.
May the many thanks and appreciations reach
thee, which are humbly delivered by certainly, yours
~~The Pierrot of
"The face of the author in
Draws up the hourglass of
Leaves no tracks, don't look
Take it or leave it, you may
never believe it."
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new fantasy B-Label tale
First mini novel; and the ninth
installment of total novels made
Pen name to be used:
"The Pierrot of Four
Aces" (in relation to 'Yuu
Shindemura' as that pen name is used solely for
registering anime-based novels and stories, this one is
a play of words and fable essence; a touch of classic and
poem streamed into words and sentences
The Rime for Sarah, the Twitard
"On one twilight, where the evening rose to
its blackest hue, stars fading out in the sky as the dubbed
midnight sun rose after the eclipse of the new moon…
…and it shall never reach the point of
breaking dawn, for the moon shall set in the east; and the sun
may rise from the west…
Does it make sense?
Of course not… but this is the rime for
Scene One: Sundown Leading to Cemetery…
The day started with the brightest and warm
sunlight as Sarah Denise Lewis, a high school sophomore came
walking towards her school. Day by day, she anticipates the same;
she talks to her friends of the happiness brought by the book of
twilight, night to day.
A friend loves him, a friend hates her. Him and
her, the characters of the grand novel they praised for
'Twilight' in its fame.
One day, things got sparkler for Sarah when
news spread as rapid as fires seething on dry grasses foddered: a
carnival called 'The Twilight Carnival' hosted to give the
twilight fans much entertainment in commemoration of the subject
for this coming month of November.
As it was already the last week of October,
fans roared with great appease and enthusiasm. Sarah's heart
boiled in volatile and excitement that she went on and asked any
random students, "Yes! Twilight is the best novel, right? And
Stephanie Meyer is the god!" she blurted the question in lieu to
her excitement as well as the upcoming event. She was also hoping
for 'Cullenism', the belief of most twilight fans would spread
the good news far and wide, reaching for the farther lands and
islands and seas and tides.
A number of students agree, and it appeased her
with glee. However on some fine instances, "No," said one
student, "It's okay," said another one, "It's, well it's just a
book." And another student replied. Sarah's excitement was
changed to enrage-and enraged is just an understatement. Her
temper rose that she slapped and attacked the students who spoke
of words noting the book as 'okay'. Those particular students see
the book as only a small object and nothing more, it's just a
book they never pray. And as clear as the freshest air, Sarah is
different; everyday she read the book and its sequels, taking all
words from likeness to fervent.
Hence, she doesn't and never tolerates people
who don't take the book as their ultimate need-and she would
always force them to concede. For her, the book is her existence,
and it is and will always be felt intense.
The day of November came…
"Stephanie!" one of Sarah's friends called her
"Let's go girls!" acknowledged Sarah and took
the notion. Less for anyone to notice, she keeps her real name
undisclosed and fronts up another name, calling herself
Sarah, or in this case, 'Stephanie' and
her friends ran towards heading for the carnival. It was noted
for the place to open its gates by three in the afternoon, yet
they were too early with their arrival. The clock ticks to
twelve, but the crowd of fans waiting were gushing like a flood
filled with fonder, and a possibility was taken in account that
they may just storm the place if they waited any longer.
Yet as fortunate, the people or the massive
crowd waiting outside the carnival were dominated by teenagers,
and they were having fun talking to each other like a big
community. They debated and talked, and they also share thoughts
in new and old, and even in redundancy.
Finally, the hour of three has tolled, and the
fans of twilight roared. In excitement they leapt to the
carnival's entrance full of sparkles and rides, as much as cotton
candy fragrance and clown smiles. Different rides can be taken as
special stuffs are seen and heard for every fan to relate them
with much more that has been entertained and served.
Not only rides, but twilight-related items from
caps to hats and necklaces, masks to glowing make-ups and
blush-on for the faces, all can be bought at a fair price, with
the twilight logo fit for its size.
Sarah and her friends felt their time of their
lives at point summit, where every joy and happiness knows no
Soon, much hours of amusement had passed with
most fans enjoying the different entertainments brought by the
carnival, for the moment of the hour of nine has come; and the
carnival will be closing soon to be done.
"And now," The acclaimed ringmaster, a fine
gentleman about his age on the twenties announced from the stage,
his face was dressed in fine white and cosmetics, his coat
belonging to Victorian era with matching pants, and with his top
hat seen in beige, "For the closing of this wonderful
entertainment we brought to all of you, each fan will receive a
gift item from the carnival!"
The fans roared and cheered, excitement filled
with them to know what the gift item will be given here. As it
was handed to all of them by the carnival troupe, their
excitement turned sour. It was a colorful clown doll of varied
materials with eyes designed like a star. Some of the fans took
it rudely and wanted twilight merchandise, but the circus troupe
cannot meet the demands and cannot spare the dice.
All they have for a gift item are the smiling
clown dolls of two feet high, made out of porcelain, or vinyl,
resin, ceramic, all painted with multihued dye. The carnival
troupe, despite outlandish colorful costumes painted with clown
smiles cannot appease the crowd of fans, and slowly, little by
little the crowd fled back to the city, and some back in their
"What a loser." shrugged Sarah, "At least we
had a lot of fun." her friends agreed with her. She then tossed
the clown doll on the ground while they exited along with the
rest of the fans who attended the carnival.
Most fans just threw and tossed the received
clown dolls elsewhere, it may have been thrown in the trashcans,
but most were in the streets; they just didn't care.
Soon after, the carnival was empty, however not
only was it empty, it was…deserted. What happened to the
ringmaster and the carnival troupe along who rendered?
The clock strikes eleven in the evening…and in
that exact moment, the big and wide carnival has just vanished
from where it was situated in a brink of a second. Only a wet
marshland was observed, and even the stuffed clowns that were
thrown mostly on the ground by the crowd and fans were nowhere to
End of the First