Saturday, November 08, 2008
The Origin of Mabel
Many of you regulars may remember Mabel. Here's how the legend began:
It wasn't supposed to be a big deal. Just a cheap guitar that could take some abuse, something up to life on the road. Take abuse, it did. It got knocked, bumped, dropped. But in the end, not even the inflatable ones could handle being stepped on.
Just like that, Mabel's life came to an end.
Mitchell couldn't believe how much he missed the stupid thing. He moped. He whined. He made the band threaten to leave him at a rest stop.
It was Daniel and Eric who came to the rescue, of course.
And Mabel the second was born.
The idea for this began with this week's 100-word challenge: Resurrection. It continued with this week's Sunday Scribblings prompt: change.
To read more about Mabel, check out this link. She's appeared in other spots, too. If you'd like to read them, search the blog by using her name. They'll pop right up. Have fun and remember to leave comments so I know where you've been!
It wasn't supposed to be a big deal. Just a cheap guitar that could take some abuse, something up to life on the road. Take abuse, it did. It got knocked, bumped, dropped. But in the end, not even the inflatable ones could handle being stepped on.
Just like that, Mabel's life came to an end.
Mitchell couldn't believe how much he missed the stupid thing. He moped. He whined. He made the band threaten to leave him at a rest stop.
It was Daniel and Eric who came to the rescue, of course.
And Mabel the second was born.
The idea for this began with this week's 100-word challenge: Resurrection. It continued with this week's Sunday Scribblings prompt: change.
To read more about Mabel, check out this link. She's appeared in other spots, too. If you'd like to read them, search the blog by using her name. They'll pop right up. Have fun and remember to leave comments so I know where you've been!
Labels: creative writing, fiction, Mitchell, Sunday Scribblings, Velvet Verbosity
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Because these are the first two in what becomes a long chain of Mabels, most of whom meet untimely deaths.
I hope you'll stay tuned (and search the archives a bit); it's actually quite fun. Sort of like how Kenny dies, except not as often.
I hope you'll stay tuned (and search the archives a bit); it's actually quite fun. Sort of like how Kenny dies, except not as often.
Yeah, it's funny how an object can become an extension of yourself so that you're lost without it.
Great 100 words!
Great 100 words!
My favorite guitar seemed made for me. The neck was just the right size, the body wasn't too light/too heavy, it was balanced... And, it fell over at a gig one night and broke the headstock clean off. Even after it was fixed, I didn't dare take it out again. I got another guitar to use out, same make, different model, and I played it for years. Great sound, but it just never quite fit the same way as that first one. It became a love-hate thing, yet it's still the first guitar I reach for when I want to play now. Go figure.
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: November 09, 2008 10:35 PM
: November 09, 2008 10:35 PM
You really rock at the 100-word challenges, Susan! If I'd never read a word about anyone in Riverview, this would stand on its own.
This reminds of elderly people who have the "same" dog forever. I had an ornery great-grandmother who did this. When I was a kid, I couldn't understand how a dog could live so damn long, and then my mother clued me in. It wasn't the same dog. Every time the dog died, they went out and got another one just like it and named it the same thing.
I looked at my mother like she had just told me the most absurd thing I had ever heard. Oh wait, it was pretty absurd.
Anyway, great piece!
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I looked at my mother like she had just told me the most absurd thing I had ever heard. Oh wait, it was pretty absurd.
Anyway, great piece!
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