Chapter 2: Solafina, the Adventure Seeker

And now we shall leave Hiemleck and his extraordinary life for the time being. For you see, we must introduce you to Solafina, who was destined to meet Hiemleck. Solafina, like Hiemleck, lived on Smaller, Not-Quite-As-Big-Star star. But she was born in the little village of Eeeep. She was born a practical princess. From the moment she entered existence, she had everything should could ever wish for. Spoiled Solafina never had to eat gualupace like all the other little children, but rather was given things like spelaforp and nomfuliky. As a teenager, she was given not only one cat, but two named Finley and Cook. Although Solafina was blessed beyond belief, she resented it. She hated the way other people looked at her in jealous contempt. She yearned to be totally normal and to have to eat qualupace each and every day; a tiny bit of her even wished she'd never been born. 


One afternoon, as she was talking to Finley and Cook (as they were her only friends) she devised a plan. She would set out across Smaller, Not-Quite-As-Big-Star star to find her destiny. The thought of adventure please her quite well so she immediately set her plan in action.

    That afternoon during her scheduled manicure appointment, she left. She left behind the stuff. She left behind the resentment. She left behind the jealous looks. She left behind everything she ever knew. She traveled her way across the star to the Township of Bork. Here she was offered a job by the mayor's wife as a borker. A borker's job was to mingle throughout the town laughing, making jokes, and cheering up the citizens. As first, Solafina found this very hard. All her life she was the one that people tried to make laugh. But, she remembered how much she hated her past life so she determined to do her very best. In time, she found she was quite gifted at being a borker. Everyone would call to her in the street and run to give her a hug. Her life was filled with merriment and laughter.

     One evening after an exhaustingly awesome day of work she sat reading her newspaper. It was the newspaper of Smaller, Not-Quite-As-Big-Star. Her eye fell upon a small wanted add. It read "Wanted: A Borker from the Township of Bork. Please come to the Epic Village of Bob to receive further instructions." Solafina was intrigued. She felt the call of adventure once again but was hesitant to leave all her friends. The very next day she impulsively quit her job and left for the Epic Village of Bob. People called her crazy and many laughed but the curiosity got to her. When she arrived, a very especially ordinary man met her.

(To be continued)

Credit: Ellen K. S.

Chapter 1:Hiemleck, the Extraordinary

This is a story—an epic story:

                Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, there is an incredibly-ginormous star. Few eyes have seen this incredibly-ginormous star, which is why it is so incredibly-ginormous. Yet, just past this ginormous star, is a smaller, not quite as big star. In fact, this star is quite accurately referred to as, the Smaller, Not-Quite-As-Big-Star star. Smaller, Not-Quite-As-Big-Star, however, is unlike any star in our own galaxy. Aside from the fact that its atmosphere ousts from itself beautiful shades of clear, or the fact that this star itself is revolving around its moon (Brilliantly named the Smaller, Not-Quite-As-Big-Star-Star’s-Moon), this star is a simply not very hot. In fact, just inside the Smaller, Not-Quite-As-Big-Star star’s atmosphere, the weather is always very nice, neither too warm nor too cold or too hot. It is always just right inside the Smaller, Not-Quite-As-Big-Star star’s atmosphere. Despite never getting above or below sixty-eight-and-a-half degrees, it always snows on the surface of the Smaller, Not-Quite-As-Big-Star star, though lightly so as not to block the light coming from the incredibly-ginormous star (named accordingly).             

                On the Smaller, Not-Quite-As-Big-Star star, however, are many little urban gatherings. There is, for instance, the Township of Bork, where the inhabitants are generally randomly dressed. Then there is the city of Rigleft`d, where the city-folk are generally ambidextrous. On the Northern side of the South, reside the neighboring, sister cities of Grahmm`ar and Grahmm`er, though but the cities coexist on fragile terms of non-speakingness, as they find each other’s way of speaking, absurdly aggravating. And who could forget the township of Katae, where the peoples are cursed, being unable to wake until at well past lunch. There is the village of Merit, where the villagers are particularly lazy. But just past the city of Glip, lies the Epic Village of Bob —and it is in this village, where our story took place.

                In the Epic Village of Bob, lived a man. This man was an extraordinary man, meaning he was extra-ly ordinary. His name was Hiemleck—his name, was the highlight of his life. Now, Hiemleck lived an extraordinary life with extra-ordinary features, such as his extra-ordinary house, with its extra-manipulative mortgage. He had an extra-ordinary, almost-functional vehicle, and an extra-boring job, and a particularly extra-ordinary pet—her name was Mudge and she was a hippo. She was extra-ordinary because having a hippo was the norm—having a cat was special, and such would fling one up two social levels.

                Hiemleck saw his self as a rather boring individual—much like everyone else, only more so. His hair was plain, his shoes were dull, his accent was particularly unexciting; all this and more made Hiemleck feel extra-unspecial. Adopting this mindset of unspecial-ness, Hiemleck overlooked many of the special features of his life. He forgot that he had a wonderfully excellent reputation. He was a librarian, you know, and a quite good one at that. He could find any book, on any shelf, with his eyes closed. He could organize anything from catalogs to desk drawers. He had mastered the long ladders which stretched twenty-three-and-a-half stories tall, surpassing the book shelfs by three feet. He was one of the brighter minds in all of Bob.
He also overlooked his many friends, all of whom were very dear to him. True, not one among them was incredibly special, except the genius and the musician, but he loved them so. He forgot all of the fun he had enjoyed along side them, as his thoughts repeatedly were focused on his level of excitingness. He even forgot of his hippo, Mudge, for although she was ordinary, she was his best friend--they would have tea once every afternoon except Saturdays.

All this, however, old Hiemleck forgot, as he toiled over how to make a special name for himself. 

To Be Continued...

Credit: Tom K.