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"Gentleman Jim" climbing out of KOSH
Moodboards for books I wanna write
Based on @hannahhook7744's post here
(working) Story Title: A Tale of Twelve Sisters
Summary (for now): Twelve princesses try to bring music and dance back to their kingdom after their tyrannical parents ban them, but get in over their heads when they realize just how deep the queen and king's secrets go.
Genere: Fairytale
It's a retelling of the fairytale The Shoes That Were Danced to Pieces/ The Twelve Dancing Princesses.
POV: Third person limited. There are two POV characters that switch between chapters.
Theme Song/Intro:
(the rest are under the cut)
This empty desk. It doesn't represent a loss. This desk represents every boy and girl who allowed their mind to be open. Their critical thinking to be challenged in open discourse. This desk is where a movement begins. And the absence of its rightful owner only calcifies the resolve surrounding it's audience.
I've thought hard about what to say in the absence of a true patriot, thought-leader, revolutionary debater, and defiant constitutionalist's life, as nothing can perfectly replace who Charlie was.
It boils down to this. Our generation and those following have have easy access to freedom of emotion. Which allows a mercurial foundation for which to act upon. When strong men's voices are heard, followed, and acted upon - such as Charlie's - weak, flaccid men will feel victimized. There is nothing more potent than a man who categorically and malignantly attaches himself to society as a victim.
There is a movement to be had here. Charlie stood for change. For understanding. For factual evidence. For a platform for ALL. To shoot a man in his throat as he professes equality in speech...professes fatherhood as a virtue...celibacy as a witness...evil to be something we cannot tolerate...victimhood to be a disease...and the American dream to be something we FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT for - the population will see the outpouring of love, and has seen the community support surrounding the condemnation of evil within this despicable radical action.
While Charlie was a "younger brother" to some of us, a role model to all, and a beacon of light and sound mind to America; through his actions countless day after day on his path to prioritize American values and turn the young people away from detriment and dark, and lead them into fulfillment and light - Charlie was slain in the name of progress. Progess out of the hole we have found ourselves in. Progress away from "acceptance" of any "new norm". Progress into the kingdom, and into the arms of the America and community we all so longingly desire.
Charlie is a hero. Charlie has become martyr. And Charlie's progress will not be stifled, quieted, or hindered at the loss of his earthly body. The movement has begun long before his passing. And we will FIGHT to continue to restore the country he believed in - the country we will spill our blood to defend.
In closing, a verse from Isaiah 33:3:
"At the uproar of your army, the peoples flee; when you rise up, the nations scatter."
It's time to stand up. It's time to say enough. It's time to leave your timidity and fear at the door, and profess truth and principal. For your family. For our great country. For Charlie Kirk.
Are you ready to watch the enemy scatter? Are you ready to fight?
I am.
Trinity Marie Conrad
Starla Pressley
Thomas Lewis
Josh Carda
Picture-perfect
war la guerra
Remember: guerrilla, a type of warfare.
Think about Richard Gere in a war movie (The Hunting Party)
“We’re in war guys, we’ll have to gear up.”