Part 1: A Harlem Renaissance Figure
For my Harlem Renaissance figure, I chose William Henry Joseph Bonaparte Bertholoff Smith or just Willie Smith. Willie Smith was a jazz pianist and also one of the founders of the "stride" style of piano, which became popular during the Harlem Renaissance. Along with Fats Waller and James P. Johnson, he is often seen as one of the greatest figures in the genres "Golden Age." Willie Smith was also known as "The Lion", a name which he gained during World War 1 for his bravery as a heavy artillery man.
Part 2: My Dialect
My dialect belongs to a race of aliens whose name, and language in general is impossible to pronounce with the human tongue, but for the sake of this journal we will call them the Shnikyats. The following are rules regarding their dialect of the English language:
Grammar:
1. Shnikyats speak only in the present tense, due to their non-linear concept of time.
2. Shnikyats begin and end every sentence with a declaration of their mood.
3. Shnikyats speak in the third person.
Pronunciation:
1. E's become u's.
2. The "th" sound becomes an "f" sound.
3. "Ings" become "ons."
Terminology:
1. Cars are called "skollius."
2. Talking is called "qlakon."
3. Eating is called "flarpon."
Part 3: An Interaction Between Willie Smith and a Shnikyat
Slowly, Willie began to regain consciousness. He attempted to open his eyes, but found that they were unwilling to respond, they felt heavy, and staying awake was a battle all its own. Finally, he managed to get a glimpse of his surroundings, but to no avail. His vision was extremely blurred. He could, however, make out the shape of what appeared to be a man standing in front of him. Then, the shape spoke.
"Nuutral. Gruutons, Uflon. How do you fuul?" Nuutral." it hissed.
"Ugh," Willie grunted, "I can't see a dang thing. And what the heck are you talking about? Where am I?" he grunted. Willie attempted to lift his arm but found resistance. He was tied down.
The shape advanced. "Nuutral. Vitals appuar to bu good. It apologizus for fu rustraints, but wu cannot run fu risk of you luavon. Fat ruins uvurython. Nuutral."
Willie took a deep breath, and spoke again "Now, listen. I don't know who you are, or what's goin' on. I don't know why I'm here or what you want with me. But I would really appreciate it if you would at least give me something to eat. I'm mighty hungry."
There was a pause, then the creature spoke. "Compassionatu: It allows you to flarp. Compassionatu," it whispered.
"What is flarp?" Willie asked cautiously.
"Informativu. It is your way of consumption. Informativu." It replied.
"Do you mean eating?" he asked excitedly.
It grunted, "Annoyud. Yus. Fat is our dialuct. You suu, It is from an advancud aliun racu, and our four tonguus allow for much moru complux spuuch fan your own. Howuvur, it also gruatly limits our spuuch in your own languagu. Annoyud." It replied condescendingly.
"Uh...alright. I think I understand. So uh, where exactly am I?" he asked.
"Nuutral. You aru on Aigus Six. It is one of our many intur-planutary spacu crafts. Uvun as wu spuak, wu aru milus abovu your planut. Wu nuud you, bucausu you can savu us. Do not worry. Your housu, family, skollius, all of it is safu. As long as you help us. Nuutral," it stated.
"I still don't really understand what you're saying. But I got the help part. You need my help with what? You ever heard of asking anybody for help?" Willie said angrily.
The creature turned around and began fumbling with something as it spoke, "All will bu uxplainud in timu. But right now, you nuud to sluup."
The creature, apparently finished with whatever it had been working on, turned back around and walked over to his side. As it came closer he could make out that it was covered with what looked like red fish scales all over it's body. Aside from an oval shaped mouth, the creature had no visible eyes, ears, or nose. Quickly, it grabbed his arm and stuck what looked like a needle into it, he felt a burst of pain.
"Hey what're you do-." But he was cut off. Blackness engulfed him as he fell back into sleep.
Montana! I thought that this was very creative. I enjoyed it! And I even laughed. Flerp.
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ReplyDelete"You're so creative". Mrs.Wecker said to say something cheesy like that but you really are! Good story!
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