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.