Re: Joyce, Episode 90: Time for a Change
The beginning of chapter 3, Proteus. Stephen's stream of consciousness takes over as he walks along the beach.
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The beginning of chapter 3, Proteus. Stephen's stream of consciousness takes over as he walks along the beach.
End of Chapter 2: Nestor. A brief summary.
Stephen finally pries himself away from Mr. Deasy, and a recurring theme is introduced.
If we presume that “twitter” must be the collective noun for “tweets” then we took on a great freight of twitter over the past few days in our latest challenge. Timed to appear with my new novel, The Last Storyteller, I asked you all to complete the world’s most wonderful sentence, “Once upon a time.” I expected – I hoped for – imagination, wit, thoughtfulness, originality, even perhaps a flash of magic. When it’s in the hands of a magician, the phrase “Once upon a time” exists, doesn’t it, to generate excited anticipation? At least that was the basis on which your entries were always going to be judged and I’ve chosen, as promised, and in no particular order of merit, these five winners earn a copy of The Last Storyteller;
@BearNecessitude Once upon a time a man came to take me to a different life.
@LaurenBaratzLogsted Once upon a time, the vampire was the least of our worries.
@BenHeyes Once upon a time there was distance and derision.
@semivivum Once upon a time, we were content.
@LordEnzi Once upon a time, time stopped once.
However,since consistency is the natural enemy of imagination, I’ve broken my own rules and added a sixth prize, which I’ve awarded on the basis of the entrant observing the medium with humor – here it is:
@earlystages Once upon a time, only birds tweeted. Now we can all tweet happily ever after.
Thank you all; you are such good sports and so generous with your efforts –your entries seem to increase in number with each challenge, and were I a demographic profiler I would have the most fascinating time determining the shape and tastes of my followers on Twitter!
Mr. Deasy's litany of women who ruined things for everybody.
Joyce the symbolist. History may or may not be moving towards God.
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