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The Bibliotheca


I Will Now and Forever Love You (written to the tune of I'll Make a Man Out of You)

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , Sep 24 2012 · 268 views

So I had the song from Disney's Mulan stuck in my head, and suddenly in place of "how could I make a man out of you?" I started singing "how could I love any one but you?" And so the irresistible urge to rewrite the whole song to suit these lyrics struck me, and so here it is.

. . . I really have no excuse to give.

I've got news to tell you

So lend me your ears

Remember all the things

That I told you dear

You're the prettiest girl

I ever met

You're so sweet

And charming, too

How could I love any

one but you?

Tranquil as a garden

But aglow within

From the day I met you

Your heart was mine to win

Mine is yours and it

Will ever be

I have always loved you true

How could I love any

one but you?

Your splendor always caught
my breath

Only you who ever

knew me

Boy, was I a foolish mule

to let you go

Now that I have

got you back

I'll show you only

the true me

Just say Yes and I swear I'll

never say No

(I love you)

You're beautiful as

a glowing sunset

(I love you)

With all cadence

of a songbird's tune

(I love you)

With all the grace

of a prancing pony
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon

Time is racing toward us

till you'll be my bride

Not very long to go now

till the knot is tied

From this day forth

and forevermore

Now until my life

is through

How could I love any

one but you?

(I love you)

You're beautiful as

a glowing sunset

(I love you)

With all cadence

of a songbird's tune

(I love you)

With all the grace

of a prancing pony
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon

(I love you)

You're beautiful as

a glowing sunset

(I love you)

With all cadence

of a songbird's tune

(I love you)

With all the grace

of a prancing pony
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:


Twinkle, Twinkle

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , in Wordsmithery Sep 23 2012 · 249 views

This is the result of my first Ambage Write-off. Just managed to finish in the fifteen minutes allotted.

Theme: Passion

Twinkle, Twinkle

The fading sunlight shimmered on her dancing hair, turning her raven-black head to an aureole to frame her cordate, angelic face.

I swung my short legs off the edge of the bench as we leaned back, laughing at the joke I had just told.

“Patt,” she giggled, “you’re such a dork.”

I grinned. “But I’m an amusing dork.”

She tossed her head, and the hair danced even more. “So you say.”

“You’re the one who laughed.”

“I only giggled.”

“You were amused.”

“Oh, shut up.”

We swung our legs in synchronization as the sun continued to sink. The gently blowing breeze was growing in strength and lessening in temperature, carrying night in on black wings.

She raised a hand to point at the first star that appeared. “Look! I love it when the first star appears, don’t you?”

I nodded. “It’s like—like a promise. Of the coming night.”

Her head bobbed eagerly. “Most people wish on it, but my mom says that’s stupid. She says it doesn’t grant wishes; it keeps promises.”

“How so?”

“Like you were saying. It’s a promise of things to come.”

I looked up. “So . . . it keeps promises?”

“Yup! You make it a promise and it keeps it for you. So then you have to come through on it. So you can only make promises you truly believe in.”

My head was on its side, regarding the star with a sudden interest. I had never heard it put that way before.

“It’s magical,” she went on. “Stars have always been seen as magical.”

“I’ve never heard it put like this, though,” I said. “But it’s a beautiful way.”

“Do you want to make a promise on it?” she asked.

“Yeah. Like—like—oh, I don’t know. I’ll promise that I’ll never give up on my dreams! I’ll always write! Someday, someday I’ll write a novel.”

“Well, that’s a boring promise.”

“I believe in it.”

“But it needs to be something that you need it to believe in. It can’t be something easy.”

“Well—like what?”

“Something dramatic. Like you’ll—you’ll never tell a lie.”

“But that’s impossible.”

“Well . . .” She bit her lip, considering. “Okay. I’ve got it! Let’s make a promise together!”


“Yeah! We’ll promise each other that we’ll never be apart, and that we’ll always be friends!”

“But what if--”

“Promise!” she snapped.

“Okay, I promise!” I conceded. Then I added, more slowly, “And let’s promise—that when we are apart—because we will be, someday—that we’ll always be thinking of each other.”


“I swear it.”

“Me too. I promise.”

And she smiled at me. And I smiled back. And we went back to our stargazing, as more heavenly luminaries began to show their faces. As enough began to appear, we started pointing out constellations.

I watched her eyes light up at the sight of each one. I watched her lips curve at their shapes in that way that always made me happier than I could ever understand. And I promised, silently, I’ll always be with you; we’ll always be friends; and someday . . . when the time is right . . . we’ll be more.

Opinions--positive, negative or optimistic--are welcome, and appreciated, as always.

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:


Used Paperback Bookstore

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , in Bibliophilism Sep 13 2012 · 229 views

. . . It's a little slice of heaven secluded in an unassuming pocket of the world I never before ventured to.

I've lived in this town most of my life, and never been there. Now I'll never go to another bookstore.

My pickings:

By Agatha Christie:
They Came to Baghdad
The Blue Train Mystery
The Labors of Hercules
The Secret Adversary
The Secret of Chimneys
Murder at Hazelmoor
The Witness for the Prosecution and other stories
Cat Among the Pigeons
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (because I wanted a personal copy)
Two-Minute Mystery Collection by Donald J. Sobol

After trading in some old P.D. James I despised, the total came to $9. Not too shabby!

On that note, I also owe you reviews of 100%, The Red House Mystery, and The Mysterious Benedict Society.

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:


A Day of Remembrance

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , Sep 11 2012 · 376 views

Eleven years. Was it really that long ago? . . . And yet, was it truly so recent?

Eleven years. I was a mere child. I had no idea what was going on. It didn't affect me.

Now I look back, I recollect the memories of others; and I think. I wonder: What are we really remembering here?

An evil deed. A horrific tragedy. A good deed. A great wonder.

An evil deed. I won't delve into that. Iniquitous men sacrificed themselves for their beliefs; it's a twisted act of distorted heroism. But while there is a nobility in war, in fighting for your country, terrorism is an act of cowardice.

A horrific tragedy. People died--good people, bad people; but innocent people. But all life ends, after all. It was untimely and tragic, but I've never been one to lament for the dead. They've moved on to a better place. So let's dig a little deeper at the truly great things this day stands for.

A good deed. I recall the story of the plane that didn't hit its target; of the people who . They died not as villains, not as victims, but as heroes. Veritable, real-life heroes.

A great wonder. What really happened that day was not a falling apart but a pulling together. People died, but an army stepped forward; a tower fell, but a nation rose to the challange. What really happened was we proved, as we have proved time and again, that we are America, and that there is only one of us.

Eleven years. Eleven years of recovering, of pulling together, of falling apart; of generally doing what we always do, what we have always done. We are America; we're one great family. We have our disagreements, we may not always get along, at times we may find ourselves unable to stand one another; but when the going gets tough, we pull together, and we pull through. We are the United States. We share one heart, one destiny; one nation.

Eleven years ago many people were killed. They deserve their moment of silence, and I won't deny them that. The heroes, the victims; let's honor them all.

. . .

That day, eleven years ago, was a shadow. But shadows serve to prove that the light is truly there, and not a mere illusion.

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:


A New Star in the Skype

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , in Wordsmithery Sep 08 2012 · 372 views

Yes, I'm complacent; and yes . . .


Big, bold letters, as promised, Aderia. To Ambage letters at large, I hope to see you all soon and enjoy a few write-offs. In the near future I'll also be hosting as occasioned. I'm looking forward to it!

I'll see you tonight, if I can get that infernal "loading" wheel to stop spinning eternally. . . .

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:


Fancy a Game?

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , in Sports Sep 04 2012 · 361 views

Dear readers, I challenge you to a game of chess! Yes, that's right, all of you. At once.

How does it work? Simple. I'm black. The rest of you are white. Therefore, if it's white's turn, comment here with your move. Just to be fair, I'll say a given member can not move more than twice in a row.

Okay, so this eye test chart below is actually a makeshift chess board. E for empty. N for Knight, because King got K. So on and so forth, see? The bottom right square is A1; the upper right corner is H8. Gold is white. Got it? Good then. Let's play!









White first. Your move, BZP!

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:



Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , Sep 02 2012 · 477 views

A great misfortune has this day afflicted the world. I think we can all agree that there is nothing to do in the face of such woe as this but to lament affectionately and honor the deceased. On this day has taken leave of the mortal world one arachnid by the name of Theodore; that's right, that aforementioned spider, one of the insect kingdom's wisest of creatures, one of the most misunderstood forms of life, and one of the most tragic losses to befall this planet.

But let us bow to his valiance. His death was not in vain. In a bitter battle to the death, wise, good, noble Theodore protected his homestead, his humble web, from a merciless intruder. The enemy spider's attempts were vanquished, as proved by the mangled, inert body ensnarled in the tattered strands of silk. Theodore managed in his last moments to inject a fatal venom into the fragile form of his combatant, but in the ensuing struggle he received a taste of the invader's own fangs. Our hero slipped and plunged to the end of his rope, where he hung helplessly until the virulent toxins overcame him, too.

All that remains now is a damaged battlefield, two bodies. We can but pay our final respects to Theodore and honor his virtuous end. Let us have a moment of silence. . . .

. . . . . . .

R.I.P. Theodore


He strung the world together

Sincerely, Nuile :smilemirunu:

Dramatis Personae


A young man with his feet on the ground and his head in the sky, and an inclination to implement the occasional headstand.

Nuile, Wordsmith

Penman of a number of BIONICLE and Neopets short stories, as well as three epics, based respectively on the aforementiond and Avatar: The Last Airbender. This writer has also penned a full-length mystery novel, a work in progress pending final revisions and publication.

More than that, the BZPower League of Authors was his brainchild, which he has developed into the Ambage with the help of Velox, Cederak and 55555. This refuge and practice arena for writers is open to all with a penchant for the literary arts.

Nuile, Bibliophile

For him to select a favorite book, or a favorite writer, would be impossible. But of the latter, he most admires Dame Agatha Christie, Wilkie Collins, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Harper Lee, C.S. Lewis, Edgar Rice Burroughs and Sinclair Lewis. Favorite books he includes in this chart:

To Kill a Mockingbird (Harper Lee)

The Moonstone (Collins)

Murder on the Orient Express, Death in the Clouds, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, The Clocks (Christie)

The Hound of the Baskervilles, The Lost World (Doyle)

Out of the Silent Planet (C.S. Lewis)

Free Air (Sinclair Lewis)

The Bat (Hopwood and Rinehart)

The Nine Tailors (Sayers)

Nuile, Cinéaste

This fellow thinks the world begins and ends with Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows. Before its birth, however, he confesses that Sam Raimi and David Koepp's Spider-Man, Christopher Nolan and David S. Goyer's Batman Begins, the Indiana Jones series, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and Mary Poppins were films more than worthy of watching.

Nuile, Television Viewer

The Dick Van Dyke Show by far surpasses any television show produced prior or hence. Father Knows Best, Leave it to Beaver and The Andy Griffith Show are excellent series from a similar time frame. MacGyver is hard to beat. Diagnosis Murder, Monk and Murder, She Wrote are his favorite mystery series. In animation he most enjoys Avatar: The Last Airbender and its sequel; Batman: The Animated Series alongside Batman Beyond and The Batman; Phineas and Ferb, one of the most creatively funny cartoons he has ever seen.

Nuile, Cuisinier

Asian and Italian foods may be his enthusiasms, but he's not above a juicy burger or a spicy taco. As far as his own cooking, he oft gets more adventurous than his family appreciates, though when he behaves he can conjure a reason for your taste buds to celebrate. By far his favorite meal: Thanksgiving 2011, consisting of Paula Dean's Indian Succotash, Grean Bean Casserole, Orange Corn Bread, Bacon Roasted Brussel Sprouts, Coconut Biscuits, and Mashed Cauliflower and Potatoes.

Nuile, Musicologist

He pleads guilty to sheer ignorance, unworthy even of being called an amateur in this department. But dramatic scores and profound lyrics top his charts. The Impossible Dream from The Man of La Mancha and I Can Go the Distance as performed by Michael Bolton are cited as his two favorite songs, amidst much of Celtic Thunder's work.

Nuile, Gamer

Disney's Epic Mickey, the Kingdom Hearts series, and the Pokémon series are the only video games he considers worthy of notation.

Nuile, Sportsman

As fast on his feet as he is between the ears, he enjoys games of muscle and of strategy. Physically, he likes most to play football; but nothing beats a game of chess in his book.

The Art of Writing

It is my belief that a writer should be above human emotions, desires, vices, flaws; a writer should be almost superhuman, something like a monk. However, like monks, this is not an attribute that comes naturally, rather an ability that must be worked at.

More tangibly, one of the most important characteristics a writer can possess is tenacity. An artist's life is never an easy one. An artist presents themself to the world, and ineluctably there will be critics alongside the fans. But anyone who knows real love won't let it be quelled by what others think. Never give up, never despond. So maybe nobody's perfect; I'm not, and I never will be. But an artist, like a monk, is one who always strives to improve her- or himself, who never ceases to reach for the unreachable. Every amelioration is an achievement. And every day a writer achieves something merely by writing, for every word written is a word toward amelioration. If you are good, you can always be better; if you are great, you can always be greater.

What matters most for writers is that they take pride in their own own work. Ultimately your biggest fan and your biggest critic is yourself, and that's who you have to please the most. No artist truly passionate about their art does what they do for someone's approval or just to get paid. At the heart of every artist is a person who does what they do because they love to do it. I'm an artist; I'm a writer. I don't stop trying to get better, I don't stop striving for perfection--but I enjoy every step of the amelioration process, I appreciate every improvement, and I am always happy with where I am, yet always be eager about where I'm going. Writing is a journey with no destination. Writing is a quest without end. Writing is spiritual nomadism.

And it's not easy. It's frought with difficulty, trouble, disappointment, and grief--but a journey without end gives its reward not in the destination but in every step of the path.

Yet I have not even touched upon just what a writer is; which is because a writer, simply put, is everything. A writer is an artist, but also a psychologist, and a logician, a philosopher, a scientist, an adventurer, an inventor, a politician, a magician, and multitudinous others. A writer is everything because they write about everything. "Write what you know"; that's not the rule I live by. "Know what you write," that's my creed. Writers know a little about everything, and everything about a little. And when they don't know . . . they read!

That's a writer's life. It's the kind of life I love. It's a wonderful gift. A writer's life is the kind of life I live and always will live. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

September 2012


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[9:26:46 PM] Aimee: it is so adorable how authors have favorite authors
[9:27:25 PM] Andrew P: You're an author. You have favorite authors. =P
[9:27:39 PM] Aimee: yes and i get to talk to them on skype all day

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Some random air-head decided to be pompous and condescending and "honor" me with his approbation. I guess there's a pride of some sort in being recognized by the mentally unsound. It makes me feel special--or weird, one of those two. Thanks, Tekulo!