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Post by dulci on Jun 12, 2007 10:58:14 GMT -5
Ever notice how rediculously easy it is to come up with ideas for spec-fic? I was just sitting here thinking that I wanted a new idea and BOOM, there it was! So...what if an entire city, or entire civilization, rose and fell and spent all of time on the eraser of a #2 pencil? And not just any pencil, mind you, but a pencil that has sat on a shelf for many a long peaceful year...but has now just been bought by a pencil-chewing fifth grader. The people of the city are terrified by the blackness that comes over them every day (well, years in their time estimate, sometimes centuries!). And what are they going to do about it? They suffer floods (aka saliva) that kill thousands--what are they going to do about it before their city is chewed down, erased for all time, and they are gone forever? I don't know. But I might want to find out!
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Post by Christian Soldier on Jun 12, 2007 12:27:33 GMT -5
Hmm...atomic warfare on a really, teeney scale? Death cults? Relocation to a more stable place(IE, the fifth grader's nose).
This reminds me of an argument that spread among the medevil church(people were actually serious about this): How many angels can fit on the head of a pin? Hmm...there's another idea...
(edit--Do I really start every paragraph with "Hmm?" Hmm...)
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Post by Jeff Gerke on Jun 13, 2007 7:53:20 GMT -5
And then you pull the switcharoo and show that the pencil chewing boy and his entire planet are themselves on someone else's pencil eraser! Related ideas: - The ending of Men in Black (1 or 2?) in which our whole galaxy is actually inside a child's marble.
- Horton Hears a Who
- My own question (in my white paper, "UFOs and the Christian Worldview"--which you can find at www.jeffersonscott.com) that maybe we're all an experiment on a school computer and God is simply a third grader in a higher dimension (I don't think He is, by the way!).
Cool idea, dulci. I mean, what could anyone that tiny do to alert the giant? And I agree, speculative ideas can be easy to come up with, possibly because they reside in the realm of dreams and daydreams and pure creativity. But many, many people do not find it easy at all to even tolerate or imagine such ideas, much less dream them up themselves. You're in the right place here. Jeff
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Post by dulci on Jun 13, 2007 11:27:46 GMT -5
A switcheroo-- ah, classic! I love those...but I don't think pencils eat 5th graders too easily. Now, a magic pencil - or a pencil that at the beginning of the story is seen descending on the earth in firey waves of atmospheric resistance - that might work. Maybe on another pencil head, but that might lose the significance of the story and drown it in cliche... I love the idea of it going up the 5th grader's nose! Call me juvenille, but that's tragic in a perverse, poetic sort of way. It is sort of like the pinhead thing, and that's where the idea really started. But I liked the pencil! I have no clue where it would lead, and likely won't until I write it. If I write it. I wonder what it's like to recieve an atomic blast to the nose. Produce a massive crater-zit? Or the teeth - might do dental work for the kid and knock out his loose tooth. Hmm...
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Post by Christian Soldier on Jun 15, 2007 14:12:57 GMT -5
Perhaps even-a sneeze!
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Post by myrthman on Dec 5, 2007 2:30:12 GMT -5
I had this idea once in a really boring lecture about something really forgettable. It came to me as I was trying to scratch that impossible itch right in the middle of my back: what would happen if I actually got it? A rift between dimensions of course! And out would pop a huge fire-breathing dragon that decided the books in the university library would look better aflame than ashelf. Run with it if you want (your idea or mine).
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