Arthur had always been one to write and tell stories as a hobby; it provided a welcome escape from the more mundane aspects of his major. Lately though, with all the studying he’d had to do, he hadn’t gotten to write on in some time. Thought here was that one he wrote the other night…
"Let’s see…can’t think of one off the top of my head right now I’m afraid, my brain is fit to burst. But I think I have something from last weekend.." He shuffled through his papers and pulled out a badly crumpled up piece of paper. After crumpling it as best he could, Arthur began to read the words written on it aloud.
A lovely girl with auburn hair woke up to the sound of running water, running water all around her. When she opened her eyes, she discovered that she was at the base of a waterfall, and yet, somehow remained completely dry.
"Rose..Rose…where are you?"
A strange voice carried down the cascading rapids, from the distant origin of the falls down to her delicate ears. But whose voice was it? She couldn’t quite place it. And who were they calling to? Was it…her?
She awoke to find herself in a yak skin bed, wondering who this ‘Rose’ could be. Could it be her? She found she could not remember her own name. Ad so she set out to discover who she was, and who might it be that was calling her from atop the waterfall in her dreams.
With each new group of strangers she met, she would introduce herself with a new name. Sometimes it would be “Lily”, other times, “Marian”, and still others “Iris”, each change for seemingly no reason at all.
Eventually, her travels took her to a pirate ship, where she fell madly in love with the cabin boy
At this point Arthur could read no more, as he was laughing hysterically at the his own horrid writing.
"I was so drunk when I wrote this" he choked between fits of laughter. "That was a particularly stressful night…learning about the goddam British fiscal policy…if you knew what that budget was spent on Newton, I swear, you would have been drinking too."
Tossing the paper aside, Arthur flopped down on the bed beside Newton and sighed. “How about the story of two college students who were dumb enough to choose the most difficult majors at their university, hmm? And then when the power went out they decided to cut their losses and run off together….start their own town where things were run properly.” He groaned. “I’m so sick and tired of reading about other people’s policies..”
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