Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Writing Without A Net: The Ultimate Waste of Time-- Chapter 9

Refer to this post for an introduction. 

(Road to Mordor, very dark and fiery and Brimstone-y…)

Frodo:  They’ve taken the Ring, Sam…

Samwise the Brave:  Oh, well, that’s not so bad there, Mr. Frodo.  We’ve got some nice taters here that we can boil up for supper…

Gollum/Sméagol:  What’s “taters” Precious?

Samwise the Brave: Taters!  You know, Po-Ta-Toes?  Boil ‘em, Mash ‘em, Stick ‘em in a stew?

(Suddenly Boromir’s Ghost tromps in sadly.  He thrusts out the Ring toward Frodo.)

Boromir’s Ghost:  Here… Gandalf said I had to give this back.  Take it.  I don’t care.  Whatever…

Frodo:  What was that, Sam?  I thought… The wind seemed to be talking to me for a moment… Wait, is that?

Boromir’s Ghost:  …Do you ever reach a point where you feel your life has no meaning?

(Frodo and Sam ignore Boromir, as they cannot see him.  Both lunge at the Ring.  Gollum/Sméagol too busy weeping with joy to care.) 

(End of Part IX.  Yeah, another shorty… And now for a musical interlude by our friend Boromir.)

Boromir’s Ghost:  …Someday we’ll find it, the Rainbow Connection, The lovers, the dreamers, and me… (Continues singing, until voice fades out.) 

(There you have it Kids, Boromir, Live in Concert!)

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