The 2013 Story Project – Thorson Thorkelson The Thord – Part One

For 2013, I want to try something a bit different…I want to try to write a story.  Not sure yet how well I’ll do at this, but I want to try.  I have no outline.  I have no plot in mind.  I don’t even know what’s going to happen.  I just want to write this story a bit at a time, throughout the year.  (I make no promises that I will write every day…in fact, I can almost guarantee that I won’t write every day.  I would most warmly welcome any ideas or comments that you might have on the direction that you want my story to take.  I won’t necessarily follow every suggestion, but it’ll be interesting to see how this story goes.  And now…without further ado…is Part One of my story.

Once upon a time, there was a young lad named Thorson Thorkelson The Third (however, everyone referred to him as “Thorson Thorkelson the Thord” – it just flowed better).  Despite his stereotypical Scandinavian name, Thorson wasn’t Scandinavian…and he had no ancestors named “Thorson Thorkelson”…so how he acquired his rather ambitious sounding moniker may sound like a bit of a mystery.

The way that Thorson came about his name is actually rather simple.  His mother named him “Thorson Thorkelson” after a character she had created for a comic book that she hoped to write (but never got around to), and his dad’s last name was “The Third”.  Thorson came from a long line of the completely undistinguished  The Third line.  If you traced back their family tree far enough, you would eventually come to George Smith The Third.  His  dad was George Smith Jr (or George Smith the Second), and his dad was the original George Smith.  Now when George Smith the Third came along, he was, well…not the brightest burning lantern in the area…he grew up thinking that “Smith” was his middle name and “The Third” his surname.  The family has been “The Thirds” ever since.

But back to Thorson…this story is about him after all…

Thorson Thorkelson the Thord was thorteen (halfway between thirteen and fourteen) at the time of our tale.  He was tall, awkward, and had a nasty case of acne, but despite his gangly bad looks, everybody liked him.  He was a genuinely nice guy.  If he were an actor, no Hollywood director would have given him a second glance…but he might have done quite well in Britcoms…  All in all, his life was pretty good…a bit boring…but pretty good, none the less.  All that changed the day The Disaster came.

~~To Be Continued…~~  Part 2 can be found here

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