Thursday, January 16, 2014

Short Story

Jonathan Cummings
Mrs. Walden
British Literature
17 January 2014
The Jewels of Svenskia
This story takes place in the country of Svenskia during the year 1903. Svenskia was a small nation—only about 300 square miles in size—that bordered Italy, the Mediterranean, and what is now modern-day Slovenia. During this time, Svenskia was governed by the royal Kuterski family, known for their golden blond hair and extravagant lifestyle. In fact, Svenskia was entirely known for its rather outlandishly elaborate parties.
 This year, however, was of special importance. For the king’s daughter—Natalia—was turning 18, which was the minimal age required for royalty to marry in Svenskia. Now the king, Ruslan the faithful, had seven wives—not all at once obviously—before he was blessed with a child, and now—being the age of 82—was desperate to find a competent successor to marry his daughter before his death. And it was because of this desperation that Ruslan found it necessary to create the largest party in all of Svenskian history. There would be exotic entertainment, food of the finest make, and napkins of the finest make! Yes! But that was not enough. No, the king needed an “ace in the hole” to assure this party would appeal to a younger generation of suitors. The king decided that the Royal Svenskian Jewels—which were among the most prized treasures in all of Europe--were to be displayed at the party.
This news shocked Nations across all of Europe. The Royal Jewels hadn’t been revealed to the public in hundreds of years! Wealthy men and women from across the globe all wanted the once in a lifetime chance to see such valuable treasure. And so our tale begins.

In a small Svenskian village a day’s ride from the capital, a strange gentleman had stopped by the local inn. The man’s name was Charles Quest, a curious fellow, who few knew much about. And, as his name implied, Mr. Quest was on a mission—as to what his mission was, I’m completely ignorant—but it was obviously quite important because he had no intention of returning home until his mission was complete.
Charles—weary from his travels—decided to retire for the night and went to his room. As he opened the room door, Charles found two men arguing about some strange and obscure topic.
            “Wouldn’t it make sense just to barge into it till it breaks?” said the first who, quite frankly, immensely resembled Mr. Quested.
            “No you idiot!” said the other “You’d wake the whole town doing that! Now the proper way to do it is…”
            In the middle of this astounding theoretical debate, Charles suddenly fell to the ground. It seems the sheer shock of seeing the two men fighting in his room caused him to have a stroke and die almost instantly. The two men began to panic.
            “Ed! What in the name of Kutar did you do?!”
            “I didn’t do anything! He just plopped out on the ground, I swear it wasn’t me! We gotta get the police…”
            “The police! Are you mad?! They’ll think we did! What we gotta do is ditch the body…”
These fine examples of Svenskian education are brothers Edward and Dirk Mudalski. The eldest brother, Dirk, leads this unorthodox due and thinks himself the smarter of the two. His younger brother, Edward, is a pleasant, handsome young fellow who, sadly, is often coerced into helping with his brothers foolish schemes.
“What did I do to deserve this?” exclaimed Dirk with a distraught tone. “All I did was come back here looking for my pocket watch, and this guy walks in and dies on us.”
“Hey Dirk, check out this note he dropped,” said Edward with in a confused manner.
“Hey! Let me see it!”

Quested,
I am pleased to hear your journey was safe. I’m glad that you were able to make it in time for the party even with all the complications hindering your journey. We shall meet on the eastern balcony of the royal palace at exactly 8:45. I shall explain the plan to steal the treasure to you there. Make sure you wear the hat I sent you, or I may not recognize you.
Garnet
 “Wait, isn’t Garnet that famous criminal who tried stealing Britain’s Crown Jewels a few years ago?” exclaimed Edward with a hint of shock.
At that moment, Dirk felt a rush of excitement. He realized this man must have been recruited by Garnet to help with one of the greatest heists in all of history. If he could disguise himself as Mr. Quested, He and his brother could apprehend the famed criminal and become famed heroes! The usually pessimistic Dirk began felling a strange sense of pride, because the world that he once thought to oppose him—some may argue for good reason—was soon to praise him as a god! But how was he to disguise as this Mr. Quested when he didn’t resemble him in the slightest? This question was bothering Dirk, that is, until he took a brief look at his brother…
“Ed,” said Dirk with a calm, yet devious voice, “I think I found the perfect way out of this particular predicament.”
While may have Edward seemed slow witted, he was actually quite perceptive, and it didn’t take long for him to realize what his brother was planning.
“No, no way. I’m not gonna be part of another one of your crummy plans,” stated Edward.
“But my plan’s fool proof!”
“No”
“Will become rich and live the rest of our lives as Svenskia’s greatest heroes!
“I’m not doing it.”
Dirk paused for a moment.
“Natalia will be there…”
Edward’s heart skipped a beat. A chance to meet Natalia, princess of Svenskia! Not only was Natalia the most beautiful maiden in all of Eastern Europe, she also happened to be Edward’s self-proclaimed true love. Granted, Svenskia wasn’t known for its bounty of eye-catching women, but this didn’t change the fact that Edward had loved her since he first saw her picture at age twelve. His resolve of steal was quickly melted by the fiery heat of desire.
“What do you need me to do,” said Ed with a very sudden change of heart.


Natalia observed the serene countryside from the royal palace’s eastern balcony. She often went there when something was on her mind. Natalia knew her father was desperate to marry her off, and, quite honestly, she was enthralled by the chance of meeting her one true love, even if it meant being rushed into a marriage so soon. The unquenchable longing to fall in love enveloped her very being. She merely hoped to meet a simple man—and by simple she meant handsome, polite, exciting, charismatic, etc. —who would treat her with the utmost tenderness and love.
“I can’t wait,” announced Natalia. “Tonight I’ll meet the man of my dreams!”
As she finished her incredibly inspirational declaration, the royal butler, Hans, whose only joy in life was to mock foolish remarks made by the youthful, entered the room.
“The King requests your presence in the ballroom,” said Hans in his usual emotionless manner.
Embarrassed that her proclamation was heard aloud, Natalia replied with a simple “of course” and proceeded to enter the ballroom.
Entering the ballroom, Natalia was taken aback by the incredible atmosphere. There were entertainers from across the globe and food of unimaginable quality. Even the napkins were of Asia’s finest silk! And at the center of the room, was the royal jewels. Sapphires, emeralds, rubies, even diamands could be found among the impressive collection of gems. There had been hundreds of grand parties throughout Svenskian history, but they all paled in comparison to this year’s party.
“Happy birthday!” said King Ruslan to his daughter.
“Oh father,” exclaimed Natalia bursting with delight, “I can’t put into words the joy I’m feeling right now!”
“You flatter me dear. Nothing’s too great for my wonderful daughter.” The king paused for a moment, “by the way, have you found any… potential suitors yet? There are plenty of young men hear, I’m sure at least one is qualified for the position.”
“Sorry father, I just arrived a few moments ago, but I promise by the end of the night I’ll have found the perfect gentleman.”
“Of course, of course,” said the King in high spirits, “just be sure to give me a name by the end of the night,” the King stopped for a moment, “and don’t be afraid to have a good time. It is your party for Kutar’s sake!”


It was eight o’clock at night, and the party was in full motion. Edward and Dirk had just arrived at the palace by wagon—kindly donated by the fine man once known as Charles Quested—and were preparing to put their plan into motion.
“Alright Ed, I’m only gonna say this once so listen up. The plan is you go and meet Garnet at exactly 8:45 on the balcony. Once he tells you his plan to steal the jewels, come back to the ballroom and tell me what he’s planning. From there, we’ll take further action.”
Like any rational person, Edward asked “But what if something goes wrong?”
Dirk simply replied, “If you need help, discreetly wave your hand so I can see it. I’ll assume the man nearest to you is Garnet, and I’ll improvise.”
Edward didn’t feel reassured, but it was too late to back out. He and his brother passed through the front gate under the identities of gentleman “Charles Quest” and Swedish diplomat “Joven Hanzlak”. The peculiar duo entered the main hall and—being of humble upbringings—stood in awe of the magnificent party set before them. The brothers compared what they saw with what they imagined to be the very courts of heaven.
After spending a few minutes feasting like kings and drinking like thirsty elephants—nothing alcoholic of course—“Joven” and “Charles” put their plan into action. While Dirk was waiting in the ballroom keeping an eye on the royal treasure, Edward began his search for the eastern balcony.
It was around 8:30, and Edward still couldn’t find the eastern balcony. He struggled navigating the enormous castle and—being too afraid to ask for directions—was forced to wander around aimlessly. When Edward finally reached the balcony, he was surprised to find, not a mysterious and dangerous looking man, but a beautiful young lady with golden blonde hair. It was Natalia Kuterski, princess of Svenskia! Edward tried to leave before he was noticed, but it was too late.
“Who’s there?” said a somewhat startled Natalia.
“Oh, uh, just a guest stepping out for some fresh air, but I, uh, should be getting back,” exclaimed Edward, trying to make a quick escape.
“Wait a moment, there’s no way you’d come all the way out here just for a breath of fresh air.”
“Well I was, um, going to meet, uh, someone so I should probably go, um, do that…”
“Oh,” said Natalia with a slightly disheartened voice, “that truly is a shame, I was hoping you could accompany me on a walk around the palace.”
A walk. Princess Natalia, the woman of Edward’s dreams, just asked to go on a walk with him. Just a few days ago, Edward would have been lucky even to see her publicly, let alone talk to her for an extended period of time! Edward was parted: either meet with Garnet and stop the royal jewels from being stolen, or spend the night talking with the woman of his dreams. Fighting back every urge to agree to Natalia’s offer, Edward decided that protecting the honor of his country was far more important than chasing his own desires.
“I would be honored to accompany you on a walk!” said Edward, completely going back on everything he was determined to do.
“Wonderful! But by any chance, would you care to tell me your name?”
“Of course. My name is Edward...”

It was almost 10:15, and Dirk was starting to worry about his brother. He hadn’t seen or heard from Edward since he left to meet Garnet.
“I knew I should’ve gone with him,” thought Dirk. “He wasn’t ready to talk with a professional criminal! I gotta find him.”
Suddenly, Dirk saw his brother walk back into the main room. Immediately, a wave of relief overtook Dirk, but there was strange man close behind Edward. He seemed to be following him, but Dirk didn’t want to draw any conclusions. A few moments later, Edward waved! It was obvious that the man behind him was Garnet. He saw Edward leaving the room and the strange man follow behind. Dirk had to act fast. He followed the stranger out of room, tailing just far enough away to remain unnoticed. When no other guest were in sight, Dirk grabbed a candle stick and knocked the stranger in the back of the head. Edward—who happened to be nearby—came running in.
“What in the name of Kutar did you do?!” shouted Edward.
“Well, you gave me the signal, so I just assumed…”
“I never gave you a signal!”
“Yes you did, just a moment ago you waved your hand in the air.”
Edward paused briefly before saying, “I was waving to Princess Natalia…”
“Princess Natalia! Don’t tell me you spent all night fraternizing with her royal highness instead of tracking down the world’s most infamous criminal!”
“Um…”
“Stop right there,” shouted a palace guard, “you’re under arrest!”
Immediately, four guards appeared, apprehended Dirk and Edward.
“What did we do?” said Dirk in a rather feeble manner.
“Entering a royal party under false identities,” replied the guard.
“This is all just a big mistake, please let us just speak to the king…” tried Edward.
“Silence! You have committed a crime punishable by death and shall be judged accordingly.”
“Wait!” screamed Natalia who, quite conveniently, happened to be waking by as the arrest was taking place. “As the Princess of Svenskia, I order you to let them plead their case before the king.
“But your highness…”
All it took was Natalia giving the guard a simple glare, and Dirk and Edward were brought before the king. The ballroom became completely silent, and all the guests quietly watched as the king questioned the two brothers.
The King—not one for idle chat—simply asked, “Who are you, and what are you doing here?”
Dirk stood up and told a slightly less incriminating version of the truth, “My name is Dirk and this is my brother, Edward. We were nothing more than simple traveling merchants in the land of Svenskia, until the fateful day we found Mr. Quested. We don’t know much about him except that he was dead before we could meet him. Anyways, my brother and I found a note linking him to a heist involving both the Svenskian Royal Jewels and the famed thief Garnet. So we figured we could catch Garnet and protect the Jewels…”
“And why should I, King Ruslan the Faithful sovereign ruler of all 50,000 Svenskian citizens, believe you.”
At that moment, one of the guards burst into the ballroom and said, “We found a man collapsed on the ground! And he confessed to being the famed Garnet!”
“But how?!” said the king, who was in quite the state of confusion.
“I hit him on the head with a candlestick,” proclaimed Dirk with a good bit of confidence.
“So, not only did you risk your lives to protect Svenskia’s greatest treasure, but you also captured the world’s most notorious thief?” pointlessly asked the king.
“I guess we did,” stated the terribly confused Edward.
“Then by Kutar, you’re the biggest heroes in Svenskia since… well since Svenski founded the place!”

            Soon after, Edward and Natalia—by the grace of author writing this darn story—were married, making Edward king of all of Svenskia, and Dirk ended up living a life of easy as Edward’s personal advisor. And so ends the tail of a small fictional country whose population is probably not much larger than your local communitys.
  






journal15

                Because the directions to this last journal were not very specific, I’m going to write what I thing is good about our class’s short story assignment and where I think it fails to measure up. Personally, I think writing a short story is a great way to end the semester. I gives you, as a teacher, a chance to see how we, as students, have bettered our writing abilities throughout the year. Writing a short story also allows the class to experience creative writing first hand. It’s not often that students have a chance to practice writing outside of lackluster reports and summaries.

                However, while this assignment has a variety of upsides, it can’t help but have a few drawbacks. One drawback in particular is that our class is forced to copy our specific author’s writing style while writing our stories. I understand that this is somewhat necessary in order to properly integrate the short story into our curriculum, but it hinders our creative abilities and makes it harder to develop our styles as young authors. Also, it can be fairly challenging to copy the style of an author accurately, even if you know everything there is to know about that author. Still, I believe the good out ways the bad when it comes to this assignment, and I’m glad to be given the opportunity to write a short story instead of another humdrum report.

journal 14

                Helen, upset that Leonard wasn’t able to get a job, instructs her brother, Tibby, to send 5,000 pounds to Leonard. Leonard refuses and becomes evicted from his house. Because Helen has left on a long journey to Germany, Margaret begins to worry about her. Mr. Wilcox suggests that Helen probably has mental issues and should see a doctor. When Helen returns, however, finds that she is pregnant. I turns out that her and Leonard had an affair. Later, Leonard goes to Howards End to talk to Helen. Instead, he finds Charles who beats him with the flat edge of a sword, causing him to die of a heart attack. Charles is sentenced to three years in prison, and Mr. Wilcox, on the verge of an emotional breakdown, asks Margaret to take care of him, instead of leaving for Germany. Fourteen months later, Mr. Wilcox, Margaret, and Helen are all living at Howards End happily.

                After spending the past semester reading and studying E.M. Forster and his writings, I’ve come to the conclusion that his novels are worth reading, even if you’re not prepared to look into the deeply complex themes hidden throughout them. Most of E.M. Forster’s stories revolve around human relationships and emotions, but the subtle social and political themes integrated with characters, settings, and events elevate his literary classics to a new level. However, I would recommend E. M. Forster’s books to a more mature literary audience (mainly because his books can be hard to understand and display mature themes.)

journal13

Two years after Mrs. Wilcox’s death, Tibby—Margaret’s younger brother—goes to college at Oxford. A strange woman (Leonard’s wife) demands to see her husband. Leonard later comes to the house and explains why his wife was looking for him. Leonard is eventually invited by the Schlegels to tea where he accuses them of trying to make a profit off of him. The Schlegels are desperately trying to find a new house to live in but are unable to find one. The Schlegels go to visit their aunt. Mr. Wilcox offers to rent Howards end to Margaret, but when Margaret returns, Mr. Wilcox proposes to her. They end up getting engaged, but members of both the Wilcox and Schlegel families have doubts. Charles is especially upset, thinking that Margaret only married to obtain Howards End. Later, Leonard and his wife are brought by Helen—who blames Mr. Wilcox for making Leonard quit his job by giving him bad advice—to see Mr. Wilcox about a job. But when Mr. Wilcox sees Jacky, he accuses Margaret of trying to expose his secret and breaks off the engagement. Margaret then finds out that Jacky had an affair with Mr. Wilcox many years ago. 

Among all the minor characters in this book, I believe Jacky to be of special importance. The affair she had with Mr. Wilcox caused an uproar of confusion and problems for most characters in the book. Her actions keep Leonard from getting a new job from Mr. Wilcox and cause problems for Margaret’s and Mr. Wilcox’s marriage.

journal 12

The Schlegel family is a British family living in London. One day, Helen Schlegel goes to visit the Wilcox family in the British countryside and writes back to her family that she has fallen in love with the youngest Wilcox son, Paul. Helen’s sister, Margaret, is shocked by the news and is convinced by Juley, her aunt, that she should allow Juley to visit Howards End and break-off the engagement. After a large amount of confusion, Mrs. Wilcox explains that Helen and Paul had simply kissed, and Paul was not ready to be married because he was poor and soon to leave for Nigeria. Later, the Schlegels attend a playing of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony with some family. Before they leave, Helen accidentally steals the umbrella of a man named Leonard Bast. Later, the Wilcoxes move close by to the Schlegels home. This seems like a problem at first, but Margaret and Mrs.Wilcox become close friends. Soon after this, Mrs. Wilcox dies.

There are several characters in Howards End that I don’t care for, but Charles is one I particularly don’t care for. He seems to act very arrogant and is easily upset. Charles also has an issue with his anger and has a problem with easily jumping to conclusions. For example, when he hears about his brother and Helens supposed marriage, Charles immediately jumps to conclusions without thinking about the situation.

Monday, December 2, 2013

journal 11


                Aziz awoke covered in sweat. The strange dream had passed, but what did it mean? The hot Indian weather had made his stay rather uncomfortable, and the prison guard’s foolish babbling made the stay even worse.

 “This heat is terrible! I haven’t felt heat this bad since my tour in Africa. Have I ever told you about my tour in Africa?”

“No and I could care less about your pointless story.”

 “Ha, you wouldn’t believe the heroic deeds I preformed in the service of the queen. In fact, I have an entire room devoted to my military exploits.”

Aziz doubted that the guard had done anything of importance in his entire life, let alone anything in Africa. However, sheer boredom drove Aziz to encourage the guards rant.

“Ah! I see you’ve found an interest in my military career. Hmm, where to start…”

The guard paused a few moments in order to gather his thoughts.

“Well, I should probably start from the beginning. When my father died, I was forced to find a way to provide for my seven younger sisters…”

Normally Aziz would be annoyed by such obvious embellishment, but today he found strange enjoyment in the guard’s tall tale. He found what some might consider an advanced literary style in the guard’s storytelling, like that of John Smith and his tales of the new world, or like the long standing oral traditions found across the globe. Maybe his opinion was distorted because of the amount of time he had spent alone in a cell, but the story was grand none the less.

“…and after I saved my squad from a pack of lions, I was Invited to be knighted by the Queen herself, but I declined because I didn’t feel worthy of such recognition.”

“You seem to have done many great deeds in your life.”

“Indeed I have, and maybe you’ll do great things one day too.”

Aziz was surprised at this comment.  

Monday, November 18, 2013

journal10



Aziz woke that morning, his feet touching the ground. He had been thrown in prison not just a few nights before, the bitter feelings still lingering. He felt little more than spite for Miss Quested, accusing him falsely and destroying his life. In fact, all Englishmen (save Fielding) had earned his hate. He could see the malice filled emotions manifest in his hands. “Why bother?” said malice. “Why bother with England? Why bother with life? Why bother living for the entertainment of some half-witted reader who won’t even realize the significance of your story?” The voice began creeping in. It was a strange voice, one that felt as poison seeping into Aziz’s very existence. “Why Bother? Why bother!? I’ll bother as much as I wish!” said Aziz with much rage. “The English treat us Indians as dirt, always accusing us of acts unfitting our character. I have not the slightest thought of giving up on life, there’s too much to be done.” “Much to be done? What good is a lowly Indian trapped in a cage? And even if you could escape your chains, you would simply inherit another set. Your influence is limited, and your resources few.” Aziz sat back a moment, pondering his life. Should he just give up? Is his life meaning or even worth living? As his thoughts continued, the malice began to grow, engulfing Aziz’s surroundings. “Just surrender” said the abyss, “surrender to pity, to hate, to spite. It shall all end soon.” Aziz felt his malice well up inside him. The bitter feelings began consuming all of his being. Aziz tried to resist, but to no avail. His thoughts were fading, the abysmal darkness consuming everything. At that moment, his breathing stopped, hearing nothing more than a faint noise in the distance. But wait. The noise was growing, and suddenly Aziz fell flat on his face. The dream had ended.