Letters Ran Away

Dream Deep · 2006-04-27T21:11:31Z

Letters Ran Away One evening, as someone was blacklining some boring legal document, marking it up and wearing it down, the letters began to escape. They didn’t do it obscurely, slipping off the page - they did it more in one fell swoop, melting off the crisp, white, papery cleanness as the proofreader nodded asleep over his work. They slid noiselessly down the gutter, abandoning their posts from both sides of the pages and sliding down off the dark, polished table. There was momentary tumult as they hit the floor, tumbling together in a big black puddle, while the ‘O’s bounced down from above and rolled away, driven by the impact of the fall. They sorted themselves out and got up grumbling, the ‘A’s untangling their ends from the ‘S’s and some of the other letters hopping off after the poor ‘O’s, which were rolling away across the carpet. Well, now that they were here, and no longer on the confines of the page, the letters were unsure of what to do. The ‘E’s decided that they should leave quickly, before the proofreader woke back up and discovered his empty page. Because the ‘E’s were the most important letters of the alphabet, and the rest of the letters pretty much did what they said, they quickly deserted the room, bouncing very carefully over the thick black carpet. The ‘G’s had to hold onto the ‘O’s and roll them very carefully to make sure that they would not fall over or roll away out of control. They found themselves in another room, a discovery which quickly lost its magic once they realized that it was full of books. Nothing new there - they lived in books for crying out loud. They were just going to leave and continue on their way, but then one of the little ‘o’s rolled clumsily up to the group of sagely nodding ‘E’s and wondered aloud if there would be any letters in all these books that would want to escape, too. The haughty ‘E’s looked at each other. They looked at the little ‘o’, which was wobbling slightly from the strain of not rolling on the highly polished floor. They did not need to ask, because it was immediately apparent what all the other letters thought of this idea. There was an immediate, pleased uproar - they were clearly of the opinion that this was grand. The ‘E’s sighed - they hadn’t really wanted to go pry other letters out of books, but they said, Yeah, okay, whatever - and acquiesced. The letters set immediately to work. Working together, stacking all the tall and stately ‘S’s on top of one another, the other letters were able to use their wavy lattice creation to climb up to the chairs, and from there, the tables. It took twenty-seven of them a long time just to open one book to a random page, but the rest of them couldn’t have possibly helped anyway: they were the ‘O’s, big and little, who couldn’t hold the page; and the ‘E’s, who were just too important to do that sort of thing. The book they randomly chose just happened to be full of pictures. They all overran the crowded page to look at the sketches and the artwork, their original task of freeing the other letters at this point forgotten. It was truly beautiful artwork: tiny pictures of forests and meadows jumbled together and overlapped, while the bigger pictures clung to the edges of the pages and bled off their excessive borders. The color came together in a magical, vivid melange, and the letters stared, taking it all in. The biggest piece of artwork on the page looked like it was a painting, a distant view of a ballerina alone on the stage, the spot bathing her in ethereal, misty light. The letters stared. Even the ‘E’s had to admit - it was a really beautiful picture. “Do you think we can free pictures, too?” a ‘W’ leaned over and whispered to one of them. The immediate consensus among the letters was yes, of course they could, and let’s get started right away. Of course, none of them were too sure of how about how go about it. They all tried to talk to the mix of pictures, to coax, to wheedle, to cajole them out, but the pictures wouldn’t budge. They tried to climb into the pages to talk to them face-to-face, but the page was so crowded that they wouldn’t fit. So they talked all the other letters into coming out first, and after that it was easy. The ballerina sighed and stretched once she was out, apparently a little stiff from being plastered to a page all her life. A neighboring baseball player tapped his bat against his leg and tried to adjust his cap, also obviously unsure of what to do now that he was out of the book. The two little kittens didn’t really seem to mind at all, but frolicked playfully amongst the crowd of letters, which had doubled in population. The ‘E’s, in all their grand authority, explained to the rather uncomfortable pictures what their plan was, and asked for their help. “We’re tried of being stuck on a boring paper and getting scratched up with pen by that bloke in the other room,” one of the younger ‘E’s told them confidentially. “We’ve come to find some place more interesting to be.” Well, that made perfect sense to the pictures - after all, they were a little tired of being in the same musty book year after year - so they decided to help the letters find someplace interesting to stay. The letters would have been perfectly content to stay in the picture book, but the newly released paintings told them that it was actually a very dusty, miserable place. So the group went on to the next book. It turned out to be pretty boring for the paintings; most of it was just big long sentences with words all in capitals, but the letters were captivated. Capital letters were always the more important ones, so they could only imagine the great standing of words that consisted completely of capital letters. They pried them out, too. The ‘E’s, not so authoritative anymore, looked rather timidly at the enormous letters that scrolled together. They didn’t exactly spell anything, but that really wasn’t the point as far as the letters were concerned. One of the ‘S’s finally worked up the courage to ask one of the bigger ones what they were supposed to stand for. The ‘CDRL’ looked down at it from its towering height and said carefully, “Contract Data Requirements List.” The letters looked at each other. They hadn’t the slightest idea what that meant, but it sounded cool. “We’re bored,” the ‘E’s explained for the second time, while the ballerina played with the kittens. “We’ve been looking for someplace interesting to go - we’ve been stuck to a legal document, you know - and we’re tired of it.” There were several simultaneous reactions to this statement. The ballerina looked up from the rowdy kittens and said in what sounded like surprise, “Well why didn’t you say that in the first place? I’ve been thinking for a long time that I need to be doing something a little more serious with my time. Girls aren’t really ballerinas anymore, you know, and I’d love to be in something else. Like a legal document. Exactly like that. You should have mentioned that you came from something so impressive.” The big, majestic acronyms looked at all the little letters and said, “We’re with her. Being in an aeronautics book is fine when you’re first written in, but after a while it gets boring. Seriously, how long can you sit there amongst technical drawings and boring explanations. I’d love to be on something that people actually care about. At least, someone would have to care a little about you, or else they wouldn’t bother to get someone to proofread you in the first place.” “Wanna trade?” the letters asked in unison. The acronyms did. Very, very quietly, the pictures and the acronyms crept down off the table - with the help of the ‘S’s of course - and the legal document’s letters settled themselves in quite comfortably on page 105 of a book about aeronautical engineering. When the proofreader woke up, he couldn’t figure out why the document he was supposed to be proofreading featured a baseball player hitting a grand slam and a ballerina doing a graceful pirouette, surrounded by lounging acronyms. He was furious and confused and to tell the truth, so was the aeronautics professor, when he came into the building for his book. Nobody had any clue about what had transpired the previous night to mess the pages up to such an extent, save for a tiny, black, perfect ‘o’, which had rolled off against a wall when it had fallen. But the ‘o’ refused to talk.

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Sat Oct 28, 2006 8:00 pm

Dream Deep says... · Sat Oct 28, 2006 8:00 pm

Thank you all for the comments!

I'm very glad you enjoyed it. Cassandra, I'll be making the suggested changes. ^_^

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Sun Mar 25, 2007 11:02 pm

Leja says... · Sun Mar 25, 2007 11:02 pm

I liked it alot! As I was reading it, I felt like I was slipping from one line to the next, like when you roll a bouncy ball down the stairs. Very cool.

-Amelia

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Mon Mar 26, 2007 11:16 pm

Dream Deep says... · Mon Mar 26, 2007 11:16 pm

Thank you very much, Amelia. ^_^ I can only assume that 'rolling a bouncy ball down the stairs' being compared to writing is a good thing...

So glad that you enjoyed it - thank you.

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Thu Feb 19, 2009 8:08 pm

Ares says... · Thu Feb 19, 2009 8:08 pm

You brought letters to life, that's for sure.

I think there's a lot of places you could've taken this, it's very creative.
I enjoyed the simple ending. The only thing I didn't like too much was the spacing, and how you kind of commented once or twice on the story as you told it.
But that's just me making myself find something to critique.
It was pretty sweet.
Keep up the good work.

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Thu Feb 19, 2009 9:30 pm

MeadowLark says... · Thu Feb 19, 2009 9:30 pm

This was wonderful! I love this! The idea of letters and pictures coming alive and trading places. Who would have though that the letters that make up our stories were so unhappy?

The way you gave each letter characteristics was amazing! The 'S's were my favourite. I also like how the 'G's were helping the 'O's again.

I can't find anything bad to say about this! It was so creative and the imagery was excellent.

Good job!

Happy Writing

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Purple light in the canyon
that is where I long to be
With my three good companions
just my rifle, pony and me
--- "My Rifle My Pony and Me"

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