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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 8:45 pm
One of the only two works of fiction, as opposed to fantasy, that I've written and liked enough not to delete. I'm looking for a suggestion as to what a reader would like to read about next. ._.
Hello, my name is Ying Wei Tsai and I’m a con artist. I was born in Xiamen, on the eastern coast of the People’s Republic of China into a family of two. My mother Koi died during labor so I never had the honor of knowing her. I’ve been told she was a wonderful person, and I trust my father Zheng’s judgment in having made her his wife. He tried his hardest to compensate for her absence and I feel as though I received more than any child with two parents could have. My older sister Shiyu never took on the role of a mother figure for me. She was already fourteen years of age when I was born and enveloped herself in her career goals to avoid grieving. To this day, I can’t say I’ve ever seen her cry. Shortly after my first words, my family relocated to Japan. Thanks to this, I am fluent in both Mandarin and Japanese, as well as French and, of course, English. My greatest childhood memory took place in Sapporo, my mother’s hometown. I will never forget the Yuki Matsuri, a winter festival for which the city is famous. My father believes that is why I was so taken with snow.
Six years ago, I made my way to Winnipeg. For those of you who aren’t familiar with it, as most aren’t, Winnipeg is a city in the prairie province of Manitoba, in the stereotypically cold country of Canada. The city is known for its harsh and bountiful winters but as a capital it is home to a large population. I can’t imagine a more perfect place for me to have set up shop. You see, I run a quaint little store nestled in the center of a not so quaint main street in the heart of the city. The secret to keeping it quaint is quite simple; nobody looks for bright colours and homey scents on this long, monotonous street, but that is what awaits them when they pass my establishment. The outer walls are freshly painted a cool blue tint of white, the awning a warm white striped orange and the display windows are ever so slyly fringed with freshly cut daisies every week. Not many main street shoppers can resist daisies and the purity they symbolize, especially on this of all main streets.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 5:14 pm
I voted "other." This is why:
In the first paragraph, Ying Wei Tsai went into so much detail describing his life, family, and such that I felt he would go into a lot more detail in describing the Yuki Matsuri. Especially considering the fact he stated that it is his greatest childhood memory... I would definitely like to hear more about that.
I think it would be odd if the narrator went on with describing the /next/. Maybe between the first and second paragraphs?
...Then again, in the first sentence, Ying did mention that he is a con artist. Maybe the whole first paragraph is made up? I just thought of that... Hmm..
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 10:51 pm
Hmmm, I hadn't really thought of including that in the beginning because it's sort of a tangent from the premise of the story, but I do see what you mean now and maybe I'll try.
Oooh, nice take on it. ;o
Thank you for the input. heart
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