Contest 28: Gossip -- X monologues about Y

Benisse

Benisse

Perelandrian
Staff member
Royal Guard
Have any of you read "My Last Duchess" by Robert Browning? In it one character talks about the portrait of another, that is of his unfortunate deceased wife. And unwittingly he paints a chilling picture of his crushing her lovely spirit. This contest --with a prize if there are a minimum of 5 entries-- will give you a chance to similarly picture one character through the eyes of another.

To participate in this contest write a monologue (between 100 to 500 words) of one Narnian character talking about another canonical character from the Chronicles of Narnia. It can be in prose or poetry, but for maximum irony, it would be most effective if the speaker you choose does not really share the same perspective as the person described. An example from The Dawn Treader would be Eustace's journal describing Reepicheep after the water and night watch incident.

Here are a few Suggestions (but don't let these limit you!):
MN: Uncle Andrew describing Aunt Letty
LWW: one of the fiendish creatures at the Stone Table describing Aslan
HHB:the Tisroc describing his son, Prince Rabadash, who has returned to Tashbaan as a donkey
PC: Miraz's wife describing Caspian
VDT: the dying dragon describing Lord Octesian
-----(if you think that great Narnian Lord was killed by that dragon)
SC: one of the Experiment House bullies describing Jill
LB: Ginger the Cat describing Shift the Ape

Submissions are due by midnight Pentecost Sunday, May 20; and if there are enough entries they will be judged and the winner will be announced on May 31.

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Thanks Corin for your interest. I was hoping to have no limit on entries per person, but so far no one has sent anything in... so I am moving the submission deadline to Pentecost (5/20/2018).
 
Adela Pennyfather, describing Eustace:

"Scrubb was rather good when he came here, on the whole. A bit of a whiner--he probably could never have become one of Us--but useful, very useful. Helped keep the school in order. You know how it is. You've only got to be twelve for the Head to let you in, but you can stay till eighteen or nineteen, and it's a terrific bother to those of us who are more mature to have to put up with every little twit who squeaks his way in. It's rubbish to deal with, absolute rubbish--little rotters running about and causing trouble. The Head likes us to keep things tidy, and Eustace tried to help with that straight off. Valued order, that kid. But then--oh, I don't know what got into him. Ever since he came back after the summer holidays he's been sneaking around Us and trying to prevent any sort of decent structure from taking hold. And with a new lot of twelve-year-olds, too! I think that we shall have to attend to him next. After all, we only mean to support the Head. Nothing more than the sort of commitment any decent student know he ought to make."
 
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