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The Troll « Thread Started on Aug 18, 2009, 8:24pm »
This is a story I wrote some time ago. I'd thought about it a few days ago and thought I'd share it. Feedback is welcome.
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I wish I could live the peaceful life of a breeze. Just imagining the things I could see, and the people I could meet makes me contemplate the aerodynamics involved and the transmogrification which would need to take place. As I am, all whom I meet are those cruel, deceitful goats. I have only ever wanted to live a peaceful life, under my dark, rope-bound bridge studying the prospects and phenomena of applied interdisciplinary physics and the cryogenics of geothermal organisms. Yet those horrid goats, with their backward curving horns and their short, dirty hair and stubby tails; they incessantly distract me from my thoughts with their gallivanting across the fields, and they constantly torment me, by pounding their roughshod hooves across my bridge! A dim-witted brute they call me, a monstrous abomination who should never have walked the earth. I do not ask for much in life; I simply wish to live as a hermit, to be in exile from the world whilst I continue my life-consuming research.
There they are again, galloping across the fields chasing a poor, defenceless butterfly as if they were knights’ steed in a fairytale, their stubby tails whisking about in the wind, their square, yellowish teeth snapping every which way, hoping to grab a taste of the poor critter before they spit it out and find another victim of their wretched torment. Someone ought to teach those Billy Goat Gruff brothers a lesson. I should teach them the etiquette of a compassionate society, and thus stop them from being so fearsomely cruel to me. I sigh with a deep rumble, a hum to the ears, which would distress even the most uncompassionate of beings. Not only is my treatment unfair, it is wrong. Whenever I meet other trolls at the Golden Globe Awards, they all compliment me on my handsome looks. They say that I have the cutest button nose. It makes my wrath towards all goats even greater when they make distasteful jokes about my eating habits. For goodness sake, everyone knows that trolls are herbivores! Often during the moonlit night, though it shames me to admit it, I will abandon my homey bridge and traverse into the next field where the exquisitely sweet strawberries grow among the dandelions.
I am an ancient troll, but whilst I have lost mobility in my numerous years, I have gained wisdom, and I know that goats are a species mentally incapable of grasping even the simplest concepts such as binary physics and quantum mechanics. Nevertheless, all forms of life are blessed with the ability to empathise; those cloven-hoofed, mammalian critters just refuse to reinforce that ability! I have often considered the notion of using those coarse-haired goats in one of my experiments. By utilising them in such a manner, they would not only be doing the world some good, they would also discontinue their annoying behaviour towards me. Alas, I could never get them to stamp the permission forms…
Perhaps I should move. If I were to leave this place and shift my hermetic lifestyle to another bridge, I could finally live the peaceful existence which I am constantly contemplating. Yes, that’s it! I shall move; I will pack up my automatic molecular synthesiser and… No, I could never leave my beautiful bridge. I would miss its termite ridden posts, and the dank, yet enticingly sweet smell that emanates from the crevasses of the yew tree planks. I have grown firmly attached to my bridge over the years; it is like a sixth limb to me. It is an unswerving lover, where the flame never dies, but instead grows brighter and fiercer with the years that go by.
So I am left with only one option, a last resort which I had hoped against all likelihood I would not have to take. (Gulp), I knew within my heart of hearts that it would come to this, the possibility has been looming over me like a shadow, and now I must come to terms with it. I must end it, that’s right I am going to do it. I will contact my lawyer first thing in the morning and take those Goats to court!
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Re: The Troll « Reply #1 on Aug 19, 2009, 4:49am »
That troll certainly has a droll sense of humor.
Interesting Adam to say the least.
But since it's a bridge I am sure the troll's lawsuit will come to naught. After all the purpose of a bridge is to be crossed! Unless of course it's a private bridge. Then the troll might prevail !
_____________________________________ "We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love... and then we return home." -- Australian Aboriginal Proverb
I'll search his bedroom when he goes out to find out what he's smoking.
I think you had better check his bedroom to make sure he hasn't pinched my troll Spike from my house since I have been in Melbourne the last couple of weeks. Lol
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Re: The Troll « Reply #6 on Aug 20, 2009, 9:10am »
I LOVE it, Adam. My stars, I was reading along and thinking "This is so creative as I've never heard the troll's side of the story." I was worried he was going to kill himself and the the ZAP!!!
Excellent job!!! Great story, Adam. You are quite the gifted storyteller.
Joined: Feb 2009 Gender: Male Posts: 883 Location: Adelaide, South Australia
Re: The Troll « Reply #7 on Aug 20, 2009, 9:48pm »
Thanks for the responses everyone! I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote it. I started with the idea of writing something from the perspective of a 'villain'. This is what ensued.