VIII
Torundel wept. He lay in bed in the soft night gown his wife had given him for blood day, and the loss of his love and the humiliation tore at his sanity in each its own direction.
His wife hadn't known what that old figurine meant. She was a peddler's daughter and knew nothing of the world, nothing of the ways of honorable houses. She would learn now – she had to learn. Count B, the fart smelling titbird had obviously decided to lawfully take away what he had already stolen.
When Torundel finally fell asleep, he dreamt of Sang Hortuscany, the warrior poet who had fallen in love with an arrogant, recalcitrant, brown-skinned prostitute named Dykeia, and who had written her 101 poems of ambiguous love declarations – of which no. 85 was Torundel's favourite.
I love her, and hate her. How is that possible? you ask me.
I know not, but it is happening, and it is like having a big, lumpy tree trunk up my arse!
In the dream, while standing bloodied and half-naked in front of the red-painted brothel, Sang Hortuscany said to Torundel:
‘Fuck'em. Fuck'em all.’
And when he woke up in the middle of the night, the stormy winds reduced to a high flutelike singing…
Torundel wept
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Torundel the Shitposter! A serial fiction that follow these rules:
211 words - Starting with the word Torundel - First and last sentence are identical.
As I am not a native English speaker please inform me if something is misspelled, wrong or just horrendous English, and I will see if I can fix it.
Earlier episodes:
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI
Part VII
I sure look forward to the sibling! I love Torundel. And I know it is not easy to write a story in exactly any numbers of words, with matching first and last sentences, which makes these most definitely NOT shitposts!
The sibling is a Torundel spoof by @vcelier called Ren du Lot, the shit lawyer. I have reshared them.
Worst problem with this is that I need to finish it now. At least one thing is clear. 211 words are the perfect size for social media storytelling! I will have to write a poetics like Poe where I promote the 211 word method!
Or make a contest? Have you tried @tristancarax's 31 sentence contest? It's a great exercise, and I wrote some amazing stuff for it. Not to toot my own horn, I'm trying to toot the method as a great way to bring out good and surprising work.
Torundel seems to grow all on his own. Now there are two forks of the concept. I only very seldom have made a contest as I hate being judge and jury. But contrary to popular belief having strict rules is not a thing that hinders creativity. I am mostly a pictorial artist and love working with graphic art where you have to think up images using only two or three colours.
Always toot that horn!
Yes! I liken it to encountering obstacles that you just have to go around, so that all this new information appears.
I ran one contest - it was so much work!
Even I recognize this text as a work of art. Horrendous English never sounded so good. It is perfect! 💯
As your name is ApeSkunk, I will accept this wonderful praise without further ado.