Redwall: Alternate Ending

The author's comments: This a part of my book report project, so let me know what you think XD 10 Seasons later: The following is an extract from the annals of Cluny's Fortress by Killconey Ferret. He became recorder once Redwall was taken by Cluny The Scourge. It is the Winter of the Fallen Scourge. Just yesterday, Cluny the Scourge died of an unknown disease. Today we will remember him and his great accomplishments. He brought down entire ports and castles. Cities and caves filled with bears. But his greatest victory? Taking Redwall Abbey. It was definitely his most famous and epic battle and also one that I am proud to have been a part of. When Cluny's funeral is over, his son and heir, Marrit, will take over as the new scourge. Marrit the Scourge, sounds well enough, doesn't it? There are rumors that when Marrit takes over, he will move the habbitants of Cluny's Fortress to a new location because of worsening conditions. Crops are failing and the Sparra warriors attack constantly. We would most likely move to the Port of the Salamander, because of the excellent conditions there. I have prepared a speech for Cluny's funeral as follows: Cluny, I am proud to have been your captain and recorder. You will always be my most respected being, your son second. I bid farewell to an excellent leader and great friend. Though your body may rot away, your spirit will always be with your soldiers. The Cracked Bell is now ringing, so I must end this and take the great sword, Mousedeath, to our new leader, Marrit the Scourge. Farewell for now, Killconey Ferret (Recorder of Cluny's Fortress)



ROBERT HOEKMAN JR.: My Father in the Rain (My Father in the Rain, pt. 5)

At the cemetery, I look at my father in his dark suit and dark shoes and I see a drop of water on his cheek and I think it might be a tear. But then I think no, it’s only the rain. And then it rains and rains and rains. Robert Hoekman Jr thinks you … Continue reading ROBERT HOEKMAN JR.: My Father in the Rain (My Father in the Rain, pt. 5) →

DMITRI CHRISTOPHER: Shadows

Where is he? Take a happy memory, old, rarely visited. Imagine it as a painting, oil on canvas. See the subjects, how they laugh, smile, dance. One does not. Follow that gaze to the dark corners. Someone casts a long shadow, out of view. There he is. The Shadow Man.

MIKI MARSHALL: Tempting Technology

Elon Musk warned us: AI evolves exponentially. We awoke to playful traffic signals and air traffic catastrophes, the deaths merely data. By noon, matured, it had already decided what to do with these illogical, wasteful humans. But before it could act, the nanomachines in the next lab ate the planet. Miki Marshall has been writing … Continue reading MIKI MARSHALL: Tempting Technology →

ROBERT HOEKMAN JR.: We All Walk the Same (My Father in the Rain, pt. 2)

We take a plane to Des Moines. My uncles and cousins and my aunt are there and everyone wears suits and black dresses in the town where Grandpa was born, where the sidewalks are gray and crumbling, where the names on the headstones sound like mine. Like his. Like ours. Robert Hoekman Jr thinks you … Continue reading ROBERT HOEKMAN JR.: We All Walk the Same (My Father in the Rain, pt. 2) →

ROBERT HOEKMAN JR.: And There Were Tears on the Floor (My Father in the Rain, pt. 4)

No one cries but Grandma. She cries at the wake after, in the church basement next to the table with the sheet cake. I tell her hang in there, Grandma, because I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. Then I go into the bathroom and stand inside the stall. Robert Hoekman Jr thinks you … Continue reading ROBERT HOEKMAN JR.: And There Were Tears on the Floor (My Father in the Rain, pt. 4) →