story plot

A man loves his wife so much, but doubts that she could ever love him as much, so they play minecraft or a game like it, and create fantastic worlds. The hsband makes one for his wife, it is so beautiful and love inspired that everyone wants to play in it. So, he opens it to them and is so amused that he watches it for so much time and decides to play himself. He meets a truly beautiful woman and although he loves her so much, he doubts that she would ever love him. But, she does love him, but both feel terrible because of some sort of deception. So, the wife talks about the beauty of this world never telling him that it is his world, jealously, he says that his world is so much better hoping that she will come see it and love it as much as this other silly one someone else created. He ends up deciding that she is taken by another who seems so perfect himself that he cannot compete with it, so he is instead so flattered by the girl who obviously appreciates his world that he confronts his wife an realizes that she could never love him anyway and so he "frees" her to go. So he shocked, that such a silly fake thing matters, so they never come to the conclusion that it is his world that she loves so much and he actually created it for her, and so the girl from his game world also disappears and he thinks, "oh great. I guess I lost everything cause I am really such a looser. I should have never even had what I did. Then their characters meet in a different world although both have assumed new identities entirely, they discuss things that allow things to be realized by the husband that allow him to know what was really going on, but he never tells her that the world was created for her because he honestly believes himself so far beneath what she would ever find acceptable. They decide to create a new world together and he tries to create a new character that she would like, but she is indifferent to it, and he takes it as her rejecting him... This is getting too long, the jist to be remembered is that nothing covers up the core of what we are. It is and always will be us.

A couple projects

Because, it is hilarious to me how the voice to text translates incorrectly, I was given the idea to find the universal translator app on my phone and translate Mendelssohn's "song without words" into text. Hopefully, I will do that tomorrow/todayish.

Secondly, I want to start a series of "after the book". That follow heroes like Elsa from frozen after her moment of glory. I want to do that for so many stories, cause face it, life doesn't always cease at the happy ending. I was so shocked to see my own life after and it certainly was not "happily ever after." I think it is a disservice to propogate such a notion, although it would mess up many perfectly good morals of the story. For instance, suppose the wolf actually caught and ate the little piggies? Regardless of how wise they were or constructed their house, a real wolf would be more devious ofcourse. We like stories, but who wants to suspend belief to appreciate them? More importantly, what happens when we do, but then go back to reality? I won't suggest happiness doesn't happen, it does, but then what?

A true fiction unfolding

I am going to write this as a journal, but it is nothing that actually occurred. I got the idea yesterday in class a faith promoting story was told and the class was like, that was a good story, but the names were a bit over the top. No one actually names their kids that and we are supposed to believe it.

War

I want to cleverly tell a story from the eyes of two people from either side of a conflict where you side with the teller until the teller changes causing the good guy to now be so bad killing seems a justifiable option.

Chapter 1 - Introduction

She wondered what on earth was keeping him. The time seemed to be passing much more slowly than it had when she got herself ready, she had a full hour to prepare herself but after half had passed she only had just begun her regime of beauty.

She already had her clothing picked out at least, but she had noticed that her loving "companion" had laid on her little black dress wrinkling it terribly, but worst of all were the billion tiny hairs that littered the frock. She wondered if the cat was now bald.

She had to decide when the hour rolled around if looking great was worth the punctuality it cost. She decided it was, because looking half alright was like someone who tipped too little at the resturaunt where she worked. The person was aware of the thing they should do, and acknowledged it, but only gave a tiny effort. It sort of kicks the whole notion, and she really wanted to make a good impression. Ironically, this meant being a bit late, but wearing something else.

The time was up, too soon she thought, but now it was ticking by as slow as a flea on a snail's back. But, this afforded her the chance to review possibilities, of which there were many.

She valued promptness, and so did he. It had been discussed in their previous conversations. So, it was likely out of his control, like car trouble. Perhaps, he had found another in need. She giggled to herself as she thought of a scene from a movie, "The Incredibles". Maybe, he was a hero in disguise!

The train pulled away leaving a few people dashing through the rain to their cars, her, and two others. She filled her mind now with why the others were there, they had just gotten off the train. Perhaps it was a sad tale, but she doubted it from the smile on their faces. One noticed her and introduced himself offering a hand.

Turns out, they were missionaries for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day saints. As is common with their sort they did not have a vehicle and had gotten off the train, but were waiting for the rain to let up before continuing their journey. They asked my story and so, I told them.

My message today

Later... I only wanted to establish the notion that I could find a way to communicate and I would.

Tale of two dads

Somehow contrast a nurturer from assigned care giver. It has been noted a lot in fathers vs. Dads. It is generally known that just being a biological father does not make you a dad, but I want to point out the distinction of husband from a legal spouse or provider.