Tag: Lucius Antony

  • Flash Fiction Friday

    Come on over for a short read to celebrate the start of the weekend. We hope you enjoy!

    Darla M. Sands

    Taurus and Taurus

    Lucis Antony

  • Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

    I just read Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tome Stoppard for the first time this week, for one of my English classes this quarter. It’s a fantastic play, and I just thought I’d share some thoughts/quotes from it for my blog post today.


    If you haven’t read/seen the play, I would highly recommend it, or you could just see the movie staring Tim Roth and Gary Oldman as the titular characters.

    It takes place during the events of Shakespeare’s Hamlet, and follows these two minor characters from the play. The play deals with the idea of Fate vs Free Will, and whether or not these two characters can escape their fate as it is written in Hamlet. They are thrust through the actions of the play without completely understanding all that is going on, and question why it is so.

    I’ve read it, and have continually picked it up again and again to re-read certain parts of it. It seems to really be affecting me. One memorable and funny scene is where the two characters are playing questions (where they only speak in questions), which then proceeds into Guildenstern role playing Hamlet while Rosencrantz role plays “himself” asking “Hamlet” questions to “glean what afflicts him” which gets them no where. But is simultaneously important thematically and just funny.

    Anyway, this is the quote that I’ve been focusing on since I first read it on Tuesday, I just want to share it. It takes place at the end of the play, where Rosencrantz and Guildenstern find out that the message they carry tells the King of England to kill them. Meanwhile, the Player (the leader of troupe of actors, they put on the play for the court in Hamlet, if you’re familiar with it) just shrugs it off, which sends Guildenstern into this fit:

    “Your experience!– Actors!” (at this point, he pulls a dagger from the Players belt and holds it to his neck) “I’m talking about death– and you’ve never experienced that. And you cannot act it. You die a thousand casual deaths– with none of that intensity which squeezes out life… and no blood runs cold anywhere. Because even as you die you know that you will come back in a different hat. But no one gets up after death— there is no applause– there is only silence and some second-hand clothes, and that’s– death–” (Now, he stabs the Player)

    “If we have a destiny, then so had he– and if this is ours, then that was his– and if there are no explanations for us, then let there be none for him–“

    That’s all I’ve got.

  • Flash Fiction Friday

    Every week, the writers of the Writer’s Retreat share stories they’ve written. This week is no exception; enjoy!

    A. Catherine Noon

    Darla M. Sands

    Nikki Memmott

    Lucius Antony

  • “War is the father of all things”

    One thing my creative writer has said numerous times is this quote by Swiss health economist and author Gerhard Kocher: “War is the father of all things.”

    Also, one of his own quotes (I believe) derived from it. I’m afraid I can’t remember the correct wording, but it is something along the lines of: “writing is war.”


    Writing is war, I can truly believe that from my own experiences with it over the past 8 years. It also happens to be a war with multiple fronts that an author must fight simultaneously.

    The first (and most obvious) front, is the one with the page. Writing isn’t simple, it’s not just sitting down and typing… well, it is, but it is so much more than that, too. Or, rather, it is far more difficult.

    Words don’t always come right out onto the page as willy nilly as a breath escapes our lungs. Finding a word, the right word, takes time, and effort. As Robert Frost said: “I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.”

    We need to search through our own minds, our dictionaries, to find the right word for the right situation. The one word that fills the the hole completely without anything extra left behind. The perfect fit. It’s not easy, it takes time, effort, and lots of (re)writing.

    The second front is the one with time. As a full time university student in his third year (with a job, now, by the way), I don’t think I really need to tell you that my time is taken by many different obligations, duties, and personal pass times. So, days like today (where I was on campus for 12 hours) how do I find time to write? Well, I haven’t, really… I’m, personally, losing this front, badly.

    But, that’s part of the point. With all the hustle and bustle of everyday life, we still need to find the time to write. It’s not easy, but then again, anything worth doing isn’t easy.

    The final, and most important, front is the home front. In war, sometimes you have to fight various aspects on the home front. In wars between countries, this includes rationing gasoline for use by the troops, or fighting for support of a war that the populace doesn’t want to be in.

    In writing, the biggest, and worst, manifestation of the home front is the inner critic.

    This is the little voice inside your head that speaks nonsense about how bad your writing is, and throws other insults into your face while your down that doesn’t have anything to do with your writing.

    The harsh, wild critic is hard to break. He creeps behind every word, lives beneath every sentence, and has friends he invites over for drinks in your story.

    This war is just like every other. To win, you need strong troops and high morale. You need to look at the big picture, see the small picture, plan ahead and live one day at a time. Sometimes, you win battles, other times you lose them. You must remember that when victory is in sight, defeat can come far easier. Success in one front can mean disaster in another. It’s not easy, and it’s definitely not pretty.

    “I am sick and tired of war. Its glory is all moonshine.
    It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard
    the shrieks and groans of the wounded
    who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
    War is hell.”
    From “On Killing” by Lt. Col. Dave Grossman

  • Axioms

    So, I’m taking a Creative Writing course this quarter, and the teacher listed eight axioms in his syllabus that I’d like to share, that I think we could all learn from as artists, even if we don’t necessarily agree with all of them (I don’t, not really).


    An imperfect sentence is an imperfect thought.
    All fiction is information.
    The way to be boring is to leave nothing out.
    To be interesting is to be interested.
    Well-used, language is a precision tool.
    There’s no such thing as content without form.
    There are no dull subjects, only dull writing.
    “Never to be satisfied”- All art is contained herein.

  • Flash Fiction Friday

    We at the Writer’s Retreat wish you a safe and fun weekend. Happy reading!

    A. Catherine Noon
    This is an older one that I wrote that has two additional chapters. I’ve been thinking of adding to it, to round it out, but thought I’d share these because I like them. Enjoy!

    Darla M. Sands

    Ok, here is something I cooked up for my first picture prompt. I really like it, but should give a content warning advisory.
    Lucius Antonyhttp://luciusantony.blogspot.com/2010/01/flash-fiction-friday.html

  • Thursday Thirteen

    Well, it’s the final Thursday of the year. I’ll kick us off with something silly and rely on my wonderful fellow writers for anything weighty or meaningful. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy!

    A. Catherine Noon

    Darla M. Sands

    Nikki Memmott Now

    Lucius Antony

  • Thursday 13!

    Wow. Is it Thursday again already? ~pants~

    Here are our lists from our group of contributors. If you see something you like, remember to leave a comment! The authors will thank you! 🙂

    A. Catherine Noon

    Darla M. Sands

    And a brand new entrant! (He’s my brother, so I’m really proud!!)
    FiremanPat

    Thursday 13 – December 17, 2009: Thirteen of the best Fairy Tales

    So, if you didn’t know, I have a thing for Fairy Tales. So, here are some of my favorites, in no particular order… mostly from the Brother’s Grimm, though not necessarily only from them, especially since many of the folk tales are that, folk tales and don’t have a single author.

    And from Lucius Antony:
    1. Snow White and Rose Red

    2. Bearskin

    3. Iron Hans

    4. Red Riding Hood

    5. Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty)

    6. The Youth Who Went Forth to Find What Fear Was

    7. Beauty and the Beast

    8. The Girl with Silver Hands

    9. The 12 Brothers

    10. Hansel and Gretel

    11. The Beauty and the Beast

    12. Hansel and Gretel

    13. The Little Mermaid

  • Evolution of the Story

    So, this Wiley Wednesday, I decided to share with you a story. This is how a work of fiction evolves far beyond what the author may originally intend, a feeling that I’m sure we all know very well. This is about a series of stories I’ve been working on for years that went from a short, one-shot story to a series of around a dozen stories.

    It all started in 2006, or so all the files on my computer are telling me, I’m afraid I don’t know specifically when it all started. Anyway, my best friend, Stephen, came across a figurine line released by McFarlane entitled Twisted Fairy Tales. In this toy line, there was a Red Riding Hood figure that depicted Red in her cloak and underwear (and boots, can’t forget boots, no respectable young lady would be caught without her boots!) holding a wolf with it’s stomach sliced open and it’s entrails gushing out, which include pieces of Red’s grandmother. Now, Stephen being Stephen, thought that this would make for an excellent movie. He didn’t have many details at the time, namely the idea of Red hunting werewolves. He wanted us to make this into a movie. Now, in 2006 (I’m not starting to think it was earlier, but I have no proof) we were two 17 year olds with basically no female friends to fulfill the two female roles… and basically no male friends to fulfill the male roles, either.

    Anyway, since the film idea wasn’t going to happen I took the story from him and wrote a very short story about the Organization (couldn’t come up with a decent name at the time) and their star agent Red Riding Hood, who had to save their leader, Grandmother, from the penultimate werewolf.

    Fun times.

    The story was all of five pages and I was happy with it. I probably had an issue or two, as I usually do, mainly dealing with common sense (why send ONE person on a mission so vital when they could’ve easily sent an army? And why was she wearing such a skimpy outfit when a slash from the werewolf would turn her into one? Why use sai when they aren’t suppose to have any edges at all? [I’ve tried to answer some of those problems in recent drafts… others I just left up to the reader’s suspension of disbelief]).

    So, as far as I was concerned, I was done with that. It was a good story, now back to the main thing I was working on at the time… then feelings started to change. I’m guessing I was bored, and came up with another story idea centered around this character, a prequel called: The Boy Who Cried Wolf… I’ll let you guess what this story was about.

    After that, I added a few things to the original story, due to some revelations made in Boy, and decided to continue her tale. I was curious to find out what would happen to Red after the “Grandmother Incident.” So, I wrote a sequel about that and decided: this is it. I have nothing else to say about Red, Grandmother, the Organization, and anything else to do with this.

    Then I thought: “What if the Organization hunted more than just werewolves?” Thus, I wrote Hansel and Gretel, the Sibling Witch Hunter Team. I really like these characters, especially when they’re together. Being brother and sister they of course love each other very much, however, being brother and sister they also hate each other with a passion. They bicker all the time (it’s how they show their love and respect for each other), about anything that they could possibly come up with to bicker about, and I think all this bickering and the end results are pretty funny.

    At this point, I was enthralled with the Organization (I couldn’t come up with a better name for it until much later) and the interesting characters that they employ for whatever reason, and decided to find more of them. However, my knowledge of fairy tales at the time were very limited and I didn’t know where to begin. All I knew is what I wanted: a series of tales that were interconnected. Stories where it didn’t matter if you hadn’t read Hansel and Gretel or the Red trilogy. A book where you could open to a random story and read it with 100% understanding. I had accomplished this with the Hansel and Gretel story, it didn’t matter if you didn’t know what the Organization was, or who Red was (though she made a very brief cameo), and THAT is what I wanted.

    My father, however, wanted more Hansel and Gretel (I think he likes them more than I do).

    I had no idea where else to go and thought that an interesting story would be for Red to meet the siblings… most likely in a versus style arena where Red would be hunted and someone wouldn’t make it out alive.

    However, that idea didn’t sit well with me… I liked those three characters too much to kill them, at least at this point.

    Instead, I came up with another idea, they team up! A team up could’ve been interesting in a prequel story, with werewolves teaming up with witches and they were all three called in to put a stop to it… sadly, I only came up with that concept just now and need to write it down because that does sound pretty awesome.

    Anyway, in the end the three of them ended up teaming up against the Organization, causing a schism and two factions to be formed.

    I officially found myself in a linear series, one that followed a basic plot and became more like chapters in a novel than individual stories.

    I’m not sure when, exactly, it happened, but I knew it was going that way after the two part team up between these characters. By the end of the next story, Rose Red and the Seven Dwarfs, I had a general idea of where I was going with the rest of the series, though things would continue to evolve a little bit over the span of times.

    One such change was the Mythology class I took my Senior year of high school. I had learned several things about Greek Mythology due to:
    A) A general interest
    B) Movies
    C) Latin Class

    However, this was my first true introduction to Norse Mythology… and I found several interesting aspects in it… things that I then took and used within my series. Add on a few aspects of Christian “Dogma” (for lack of a better word) and you get several more interesting stories and one that seems somewhat contrived, confusing and lacking some important information in a desperate attempt from me to appear “deep,” or “thought provoking.”

    I don’t care much for how it ended, though I think I can still salvage it, mostly intact, with a few minor adjustments and one or two explanations.

    Well, anyway, I finished the final story about two years ago, now (God, that seems like such a long time ago…)

    So, with the first drafts done, I started all over again… I never get far, but I made a few decisions (cut out Boy, for instance) and added several new ideas/characters to Red, and may be taking out another story, but will most likely evolve it into something that is completely different than what it was before.

    Anyway, that was a little long winded, and seems like it much more than it probably actually is (started around midnight, currently it is 2:30… but I got distracted).

    Anyway, that is my story about how our creations can change, drastically. How what we want originally is not what we get, and how things may end up for the better because of it. Of course, I’ll never really know what it’d be like if this series didn’t turn out the way it did, and I’m really curious about it, but I’m proud of what I’ve done so far, and am looking forward to finally getting into another draft of Hansel and Gretel and everything beyond, which only ever had one draft.

  • Just some random poetry

    So, apparently, my understanding was off and my Christmas reverie was a week off… So, since this is technically my day (again) and I have a plans tomorrow. So, instead of another thought-filled blog, I’ll give you a thought-filled poem, instead.

    A perpetual sea,

    a blue sea,

    a calm sea,

    The sea is the essence of life.

    The sea sustains life,

    The sea takes life.

    The sea surrounds us,

    moving endlessly in all directions.

    An impenetrable wall,

    rising,

    surrounding,

    destroying,

    sinking.

    Our dream is dead.

    Our dream of life,

    Our dream of love,

    Our dream of civilization.

    Lost forever under the endless sea.

    Lost forever under the blue sea.