
Yoda, Young and Old

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
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Michael had his first completed movie script. I just need to get noticed, he thought. Looking up, he saw . . . ? That glare! It hampered his view. He got up on his knees in the booth, peering through the wine bottles.
Is that George Lucas coming into the restaurant? This is it, Michael thought, my big chance.
“Sir, please don’t lean against the —,” the waiter said, touching Michael on the shoulder, startling him.
“Yikes!” Michael said, pushing his weight forward, in surprise. The wine rack teetered, bottles crashing to the floor.
Michael looked around. Everyone had noticed.
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After completing the National Poetry Writing Month challenge in April (30 days = 30 poems!), I was inspired. May is Story A Day month and I thought, why not?
Why not, indeed. If I hadn’t stumbled across Friday Fictioneers, May might have gone by without even one story from me. Really, I asked myself, not even one story? Yes, I decided, surely I can do one story in one month. And here it is, to celebrate the last day of May, Story A Day month, my one story.
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Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, it was a dark and stormy night. Two roads diverged before me, vanishing into the darkness. Which way to go? I heard whispers, faint, carried on the wind in the willows: “It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
I turned and shouted, “Who’s there? Show yourself!” There was nothing, nothing but darkness and the rustle in the undergrowth. Without any light, I couldn’t see my way; I felt lost and confused.
“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” the trees murmured. “You’ll stay with me?” I asked. “Always, until the end,” the trees replied.
I decided to whistle and took my first step on the road less traveled. I remember what my grandmother always told me, “Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light.”
Yesterday, I sighed, oh yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away. It was the day my grandmother exploded and there was no possibility of taking a walk that day. I just sat on the porch and stared off into space, the final frontier.
Night fell. My father had come up from behind and put his hand on my shoulder. I jumped. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“It’s time, son. Time for you to go where no man has gone before.”
I wasn’t surprised, but still I asked, “Why?” My father indulged me with what I already knew, “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.”
And so I had left. It must be close to midnight now, I thought, I hoped, as I stumbled over tree roots, going … where? I sat down for a short rest. I fell asleep. When I awoke, several pairs of wild eyes appeared in the darkness, seemingly unattached to any bodies. I had a feeling I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. I immediately stood up, my back against a tree. One wolf stepped forward. “Resistance is futile,” she said.
“Wait,” I said, my mouth suddenly dry. “I solemnly swear I am up to no good!”
“Oh,” the Lead Wolf said, smiling as only a wolf can, “in that case, have a seat.” A second wolf approached, whispered in her ear. “Make it so,” she said and returned her attention to me. “Now that you are here, you must tell us. What exactly is the function of a rubber duck?”
“I, ah, I, ah, I, ah . . . I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? We’ve been asking everyone who comes this way for years and no one, I mean, no one knows. Don’t you think that odd?”
“Um, well, yes,” I stammered. All pairs of eyes had come forth and sat their wolf bodies down in a circle around me. I knew what I had to do. “I, um, have a question for you.”
Lead Wolf raised her eyebrows. “One,” she said, “you get one question.”
Here goes, I tell myself. Take a deep breath. Exhale. “Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?”
The wolves’ breathing, that’s all I hear.
“That’s two questions,” Lead Wolf announces. I hear rumbling from the wolf pack. “Oh, please, he can’t even count.” “He doesn’t know what a rubber duck is for and he can’t count to one.” “Stupid people are dangerous.”
“That settles it. Let’s go.” Lead wolf gets up, as does the rest of the pack. I follow, without question. I follow them for the rest of the night. At dawn we come to a beach. Near the point is a small canoe.
“That’s yours,” Lead Wolf says.
“No! That is not my destiny!” I look out at the horizon. No land in sight. The wolves shepherd me towards the canoe and say their farewells, one by one.
“Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.” “Never give up; never surrender.” I hear snickering as they walk back toward the forest, leaving me alone. “Revenge is a dish best served cold.” “May the odds be ever in your favor.” “Yippie-Ki-Yay!”
Lead Wolf takes one last look in my direction before disappearing into the trees. “You’re going to need a bigger boat,” she says.
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And here it is, with all the credits inserted and the quotes in italics.
Once upon a time (the world’s folktales since 1380), in a galaxy far, far away (George Lucas; Star Wars), it was a dark and stormy night (Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton; Paul Clifford). Two roads diverged before me, vanishing into the darkness. (Robert Frost; The Road Not Taken) Which way to go? I heard whispers, faint, carried on the wind in the willows (Kenneth Grahame; The Wind in the Willows): “It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” (J.K. Rowling; Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets)
I turned and shouted, “Who’s there? Show yourself!” There was nothing, nothing but darkness and the rustle in the undergrowth. Without any light, I couldn’t see my way; I felt lost and confused.
“I find your lack of faith disturbing, the trees murmured.” (George Lucas; Star Wars IV, A New Hope) “You’ll stay with me?” I asked. “Always, until the end,” the trees replied. (J.K. Rowling; The Deathly Hallows)
I decided to whistle and took my first step on the road less traveled. (Robert Frost; The Road Not Taken) I remember what my grandmother always told me, “Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light.” (J.K. Rowling; The Prisoner of Azkaban)
Yesterday, I sighed, oh yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away. (Paul McCartney; Yesterday) It was the day my grandmother exploded (Iain Banks; The Crow Road) and there was no possibility of taking a walk that day (Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre). I just sat on the porch and stared off into space, the final frontier. (Gene Roddenberry, Star Trek)
Night fell. My father had come up from behind and put his hand on my shoulder. I jumped. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“It’s time, son. Time for you to go where no man has gone before.” (Gene Roddenberry, Star Trek)
I wasn’t surprised, but still I asked, “Why?” My father indulged me with what I already knew, “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.” (Gene Roddenberry; Star Trek; the Texas Supreme Court (Robinson v. Crown Cork & Seal, Supreme Court of Texas No. 06-0714 (2008))”
And so I had left. It must be close to midnight now, I thought, I hoped, as I stumbled over tree roots, going … where? I sat down for a short rest. I fell asleep. When I awoke, several pairs of wild eyes appeared in the darkness, seemingly unattached to any bodies. I had a feeling I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. (L. Frank Baum; The Wonderful Wizard of Oz) I immediately stood up, my back against a tree. One wolf stepped forward. “Resistance is futile,” she said. (Michael Piller; Star Trek)
“Wait,” I said, my mouth suddenly dry. “I solemnly swear I am up to no good!” (J.K. Rowling; The Prisoner of Azkaban)
“Oh,” the Lead Wolf said, smiling as only a wolf can, “in that case, have a seat.” A second wolf approached, whispered in her ear. “Make it so,” she said and returned her attention to me. (Gene Roddenberry; Star Trek) “Now that you are here, you must tell us. What exactly is the function of a rubber duck?” (J.K. Rowling; Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets)
“I, ah, I, ah, I, ah . . . I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? We’ve been asking everyone who comes this way for years and no one, I mean, no one knows. Don’t you think that odd?”
“Um, well, yes,” I stammered. All pairs of eyes had come forth and sat their wolf bodies down in a circle around me. I knew what I had to do. “I, um, have a question for you.”
Lead Wolf raised her eyebrows. “One,” she said, “you get one question.”
Here goes, I tell myself. Take a deep breath. Exhale. “Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?” (Harry Julian Fink, R.M. Fink, Dean Riesner, John Milius; Dirty Harry)
The wolves’ breathing, that’s all I hear.
“That’s two questions,” Lead Wolf announces. I hear rumbling from the wolf pack. “Oh, please, he can’t even count.” “He doesn’t know what a rubber duck is for and he can’t count to one.” “Stupid people are dangerous.” (Suzanne Collins; The Hunger Games)
“That settles it. Let’s go.” Lead wolf gets up, as does the rest of the pack. I follow, without question. I follow them for the rest of the night. At dawn we come to a beach. Near the point is a small canoe.
“That’s yours,” Lead Wolf says.
“No! That is not my destiny!” (Roberto Orci, Alex Kurtzman; Star Trek 2009) I look out at the horizon. No land in sight. The wolves shepherd me towards the canoe and say their farewells, one by one.
“Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.” (Suzanne Collins; The Hunger Games) “Never give up; never surrender.” (David Howard, Robert Gordon; Galaxy Quest) I hear snickering as they walk back toward the forest, leaving me alone. “Revenge is a dish best served cold.” (Jack B. Sowards, Nicholas Meyer; Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan) “May the odds be ever in your favor.” (Suzanne Collins; The Hunger Games) ”Yippie-Ki-Yay!” (Steven E. de Souza, Jeb Stuart; Die Hard)
Lead Wolf takes one last look in my direction before disappearing into the trees. “You’re going to need a bigger boat,” she says. (Peter Benchly; Jaws)
In the recent Mashable article, Star Wars Episode VII to Use Film, Be More Like Original Trilogy, Chris Taylor talks about the upcoming seventh Star Wars episode. There seems to have been some noticeable amount of thought behind the decision to use 35mm film instead of filming the movie digitally.
As a fan of the Star Wars movies (at least some of them), I can tell you my concern is with the story line rather than the type of film. Oh, I’m sure that there are other Star Wars fans who appreciate the filming technology way more than I do. But we all know that the six movies are not universally loved, mostly due to their stories. Fantastic filming and special effects cannot overcome bad stories. I won’t go into any details about my opinion of where the weak spots are in the six Star Wars movies, but feel free to leave me comments about your Star Wars issues or raves.
The first movie, Star Wars, A New Hope, was groundbreaking in so many ways. I remember seeing it with my friend Judy in 1977 and it was breathtaking. It had a plot, characters that developed, drama, humor, technology and imagination. It wasn’t perfect, but overall it was so grand that its flaws seemed diminished. I’m hoping for a repeat of all that, regardless of how it’s filmed.
The seventh installment is slated to be released in 2015. Use the time well, J.J. Abrams, use the time well.
Star Trek Into Darkness
In the credits, the American Humane Society verified that no animals were harmed in the making of the movie. Whew! Now I don’t have to worry about the tribble.
Iron Man 3
And with that, the explosion quota for the summer is reached. But that won’t stop me from seeing Despicable Me 2.