I was wondering today why I am in biology at all. I supposedly don't like memorizing things, and, let's face it, so much of biology is that. But it's really much more. There's so much to question in human biology that I keep wondering and wondering. There are a million why's (why do polymers of protein form bonds at the top curve of a monomer and then down the sides?) and even many what if's (what if the reason for asthma is these little things getting clogged in the lungs?).

And when that doesn't excite me, I get to look at pretty pictures. Awesome pictures. And when that isn't enough, I draw them. Biology is actually extremely interesting for creative minds, because the key to it all is to visualize it.

In other class news, in creative writing, we critiqued my 'Popped' story out loud. People loved it! But then I realized I never named my character. Perhaps it's because I suck at remembering names in books.

And now time for my yummy dinner of chicken and croissants :)

Who's to say I'm Evil- A Fairy Short Story

The small man spun the lady a wondrous amount of straw into a long string of gold. He was enchanted by the woman, who was weeping with her whole heart. She gave him her ring. But then, she needed more. He spun straw again the next day, this time into a fine, thick gold rope as long as twenty circles around the room. The precious necklace was exchanged then. On the third day, she was out of jewelry, and agreed to give him her firstborn child. She was desperate, you see, because the King of the castle would either kill her or make her his Queen, dependant on the amount of gold. He obliged, and filled the entire room with gold made thicker than it had been made before. In fact, there was so much of it that it hung out the window, so that the local townspeople came to grasp at pieces of it.

She was married to the King as promised, and was soon found to be expecting. Her tears were mesmerizing as she begged the little man to spare her child. He agreed to a contest. If she discovered his name, it was meant by fate for him to not have the child.  The woman leapt with joy, and the little wizard hopped his way out of the castle. He knew his name was rare and not likely to be simply thought of. He would soon have a child!

            The wizard did not want the unborn for evil purposes, although he suspected the Queen thought he did. No, he knew that with this new apprentice of his, he could go out and see the world like he always wanted to. He had been bound to this land for thousands of years, ever since he was born or created.  He wasn’t sure. He just could not physically step outside the boundaries of the land. He had tried. He knew it was because he was the only wizard there, and the world needed him. However, at this time tomorrow, he would have a child to teach to, bake for, and raise as one of his. He knew the spell to make the child able to do his magic, even though she would be born a mortal. She could grow and then replace him. He slept fitfully throughout the night, excited at last to become free.

            The dress pants were finer than the gold he had spun. His blonde hair was poofed gently, and put up in a high class manner. He straightened his shirt of fabrics spun finer than anyone had thought possible when he made it 200 years ago. “You are looking good, Rumpelstiltskin,” he muttered, checking himself out in a mirror. He saw a flash at the window behind him, but was distracted. “It must be a deer.” He had never been free before. He longed for it. He wasn’t trapped by social class, but he was trapped geographically. He straightened his tie, and with a pop, he was gone from his cottage.

            He landed at the great doors before the castle. The stony-faced guards escorted him immediately, for the third day, to the throne room. The Queen sat, dressed in a fine dress, on a throne of gold that was surrounded by high walls of light colors and silk tapestries that crossed the room. Her ladies-in-waiting were there, as was her personal bodyguard and the nurse that held the child. The child that was soon to be his. He could not resist and cried out, 'Now, lady, what is my name?'

The Queen smiled her poker face. She was handed a list. “Is your name Johnny?” He shook his head no. “Tilman?” “Greacle?” “Poelde-hands?” He shook his head to these names. Queen Itola had been at this for days. There were names that hadn’t been heard for hundreds of years, names from places further than he could travel, and names he wasn’t sure would ever exist. He was sure he’d win this child. Then she called- “Rumpelstiltskin! It is Rumpelstiltskin, you foul creature!”

“The devil told you that!—the devil told you that!”cried Rumpelstiltskin.  Then he tore his foot so deep into the floor that he had to be helped by the guards to get it out. They all laughed at him- the queen, the guards, and the whole court. He walked out of the castle grounds, empty-handed and cold-hearted. His magic had left him in his moment of grief, but only temporarily. He then decided to put a small curse on the people of the kingdom who had dashed his dreams so cruelly. Henceforth, all their attempts to rid themselves of acne or wrinkles would only increase them, albeit in small amounts. Sadly, this was the most that his magic could do to non-magic people, under the laws that ground him.

Preliminary Writings

I’m bored. Week 2, Year 3 in my undergraduate studies for biology. I tried to be a good, attentive student the first week, but eventually I just started being creative everywhere. It was an explosion. In Calculus, I was singing pop songs loudly in my head for my A Cappella audition (Somebody to Love is the one). In Human Anatomy, I was drawing away anything that could possibly be drawn. So, to keep me satiated, I’m doing this. My book will come later this year.

On here, I’ll be posting creative writing course assignments, dreams, random tidbits, my opinions on true news, and, likely, more than a few rants.

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