The first entry was 'The Hill'. The thought process behind this one went something like this:
"I'm bored. I've got half an hour to kill. What shall I do... Ooooh! I know! I could write something for that challenge on HuSi. Hmm. Ed Hulver and the Little People. I'm so not going to write about leprechauns. I do like a good pun though... Ah! That's it! That's the pun I'm going for. OK, so that's the last line, now I just need to write some way of getting there. OK, it's nonsensical, so make it a punishment. If it has to be a punishment, then it has to be in Hell. And there we go, Bob's your uncle, done and dusted, sorted."
I'd like to say I was trying to say something deep. However, the only deeper meaning is "DullTrev likes puns". Sorry.
I'll come back to the second entry. My third entry was 'Lord'. This was based solely on wanting to write something around another interpretation of 'the little people'. I'd done bad pun, I'd done actual little people, and so I needed to use the phrase as a derogatory term for the common herd. Like what we are. And who is our natural overlord? But of course, it is hulver. And so...
For those who were unsure, the fact it ended "FIN" should have given you all an enormous hint it was so far tongue in cheek I'd ripped a hole in the side of my face.
And finally, the serious(ish) entry, 'Diaspora'. Now, I've read about the thought processes of you guys, and I cannot replicate it, I'm afraid. This story came to me originally only as a single image that kept popping into my head, that of a number of little people (I imagined them 7 or 8 inches high) all saying in unison "We are Ed Hulver, and I am the little people!" And that was it. I needed to find some way of making one person turn into all these little people, and that's where the rest came from. Oh, and I didn't want Ed to be the central character, so it became his brother.
All I was trying to do was write a yarn, something a wee bit amusing, a wee bit memorable, and perhaps even a wee bit creepy. I'm sure I could say that the state of Frank is a metaphor to the fractured people our high-pressured universities are turning out in this modern age, obsessed with having the full 'university experience' while also focussing grimly on the need to perform to a level which enables them to get a well paid job to pay off their crippling student debt... but it'd be cobblers. I just wrote him as being at university because it's somewhere someone can essentially fall off the radar.
Like I said, I just wanted to tell a story with this one, and I hope you liked it.
So, that was it. If you do find a hidden meaning in any of these stories, please let me know, because I'd want to find out who put it in there.
Of the stories, 'The Hill' took half an hour from start to finish, 'Lord' took about 40 minutes, and 'Diaspora' took 2 hours, because I had to go back and cut enough words out to take it below the word count.
Yes, I probably should edit more.
Anyway, I had an awful lot of fun with this. For some reason the theme popped a few ideas in my head, and when that happens I have to write them down to stop them bothering me. So, you know, thanks for that.
And if you didn't like 'The Hill' you are dead inside. DEAD INSIDE, I TELL YOU.
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