Julie Mark Cohen eggs us on: A Seygrimm Fairy Tale

See what too much Seygrimms will do to your senses!

Seagram’s Seven? or Seygrimms Three? I’m so confused. Seyfert (who else) has returned to the galaxy to enter our contest, courtesy of his creator, Julie Mark Cohen.

A Seygrimm Fairy Tale: The Three SeyTTT-ian Girls

As Read by Seyfert, on loan from

Julie Mark Cohen

 

Once upon a time, far, far away on the island of Seyfig in the Seyment ocean, Seyadaline, Seypaulina, and Seyvirgie, very young daughters of intergalactic explorers, met at Seyadaline’s house for an afternoon show-and-tell of treasures brought back from Earth by their parents.

 

“We should open our Faberge eggs,” said Seyadaline as she placed hers on a velvet mat on the table.

 

Green Faberge Eggs and Ham?
Green Faberge Eggs and Ham?

“I can’t wait to see what’s inside mine,” Seypaulina said, gently settling hers on another velvet mat.

 

The two girls watched Seyvirgie struggle pulling a rope she had tied to an old-fashioned roller skate. “Hurry, Seyvirgie, hurry.”

 

Seyvirgie looked down at her cradled gold-scalloped, blue egg and said, “It’s getting heavier.”

 

“Maybe, the wheels need oiling?” Seypaulina said.

 

“Not likely,” said Seyvergie, groaning louder with each tug.

 

“Let’s get started. I want to go first.” Seyadaline opened her gold diamond-patterned, gemstone-studded green egg. “It’s beautiful. Look at the little basket and all the flowers. They look real. I’m so happy.”

 

“My turn,” said Seypauline, who opened her horizontally-oriented, yellow and white egg trimmed with an intricate gold pattern speckled with crystals. “Look at what I have. It’s a rainbow-colored Terran bird. For a symmetric creature, it’s pretty. I’m happy, too.”

 

Seyadaline said, “Seyvirgie, it’s your turn.”

 

“My egg keeps getting heavier.” Seyvirgie opened her egg from behind, motioning her friends to move in closer.

 

“I don’t see anything.”

 

“Me, either.”

 

Craning her neck, Seyvirgie said, “Nothing? Are you sure?”

 

Seyvirgie sat between her friends. Together, they leaned in and fell over the event horizon.

 

~

 

“Momma! Poppa!” Seyfert yelled from his bed. “Help!”

 

Seyzannah and Seymour galloped to Seyfert’s bedroom, entered, and found him displaying pages from an antique book.

 

Seymour sighed as he observed his son. “Oh no, he read one of those books. I’ll quiet him down.”

 

Seyfert squinted to bring his Faberge egg into focus. “I’m scared. My egg looks like the one in the story.”

 

“Son, let’s be logical,” Seymour said, pointing to Seyfert’s egg. “That’s not where black holes originate.”

 

Seymour tried to pick up the egg. “Why is it so heavy? Oh-”

 

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Copyright 2015 by Julie Mark Cohen

12 comments

  1. Parisianne Modert says:

    I wish I had put on my green flowered, Kelch Rocaille #8, Faberge negligee before reading this one with the lights turned up to hide from the black hole in case the event horizoned me into three. This actually is my favorite Seyfert yet. Это хорошо, чтобы быть открыт.

    • Julie says:

      Parisianne, thank you for your comments. I’m delighted that this is your “favorite Seyfert yet.” If you ever have an idea for a Seyfert story, please let me know. I’m striving, best I can, to reach 65,000 words, so that one particular literary agent (who suggested this minimum word count) and perhaps a few others might be interested in “Asymmetrically, Seyfert.”

      I only know a few spoken words of Russian, often said with body language and some English thrown in. I checked google translator: “It’s good to be open.” Is this close to what you wrote?

      • Parisianne Modert says:

        Да – Yes! It is a play of words on opening the eggs to find out what is inside. For an idea, please check out this jazz cat of all things horn playing named Rahsaan Roland Kirk who could blow several horns at once. What could Seyfert do musically that the rest of us could never succeed at? I’m a pushover for some good tenor sax, so may be this is Seyfert’s chance to finally get companion(s) or groupie(s). Dig the vibes Julie and give us that imagination of yours in the key of way out there past Saturn.

        • Julie says:

          Parisianne, thank you.
          I wrote a tenor sax story some time ago that was published in an ezine. In July 2014, I rewrote it with Seyfert. It’s called “Murray Antoinette’s Juke Joint.” It’s still posted here: https://seyfert3.wordpress.com/2014/07/14/murray-antoinettes-juke-joint/
          What do you think of this story? (We’re off-point from Thorn’s contest, or are we? A satisfying sax does reach one’s soul, underneath the surface…)

          p.s. Please keep in mind that Seyfert has one less digit on his right hand than you and I have… and more opposable digits, all nubby.

          • Parisianne Modert says:

            Sounds like a 6 string electric bass player to me, but I imagine the storyline possiblities are endless across the universes.

          • Parisianne Modert says:

            When I finally noticed the words “tenor sax story” today, I laughed, because I finally purchased a tenor saxophone today. Naturally I had to read your story. Don’t get upset with me, but Charlie Parker? Bird played was the master and still jazz standard for the alto sax. Am I picking at Seyworms here? Putting Eb versuses Bb aside, your sax story has more sophistication in the humor than most of the others, so I enjoyed it believing I could dance to it. A sax face looks like a bird sucking up worms by the way. I was amused by the idea of a triple reed in a saxophone.

  2. Diane Cresswell says:

    Oh my Julie – I’m on the floor laughing. I had seen real Faberge eggs on display at the Bower Museum in Santa Ana and fell in love with them. So I could picture these beauties very well in the story. I love love this Seyfert one for it gives us such an insight into his life. And the imagination is spectacular. Next time I get close to one of these eggs, I’m leaning backwards not forward.

    • Julie says:

      Diane, thank you! I appreciate your comments.

      I need to set aside some time soon to read your and other stories.

  3. Shawna says:

    My mental tongue skipped so readily from all those “S” moments hehe. This was neat, funky, and fun. my favorite kinda ride.
    Thanks:)

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