Blog 4

The Undead Blog

Here is where the magic happens.  Remember when Westley died?  Well he is known to be “sort of dead”, bot “mostly dead”, which suggests Westley can be brought back to life with ease, in miracle it self’s hands. 

Miracle itself, disguised as an old coot, a grumpy one, called Max.  Max has brought miracles, in return for credibility and wealth; however, a simple failure sunk Max’s Titanic.  As you see, it cannot be characterized as simple mistake; it is a failure that intertwines with the Royal Family.  And so, when Ingo and Fezzik asked for a Miracle, the man of miracle refused. 

Is this how it ends?  No, no, no… I still see a few pages left.  But what can Ingo, Fezzik, a dead hero, and a Princess who has swallowed a timed bomb can change?  “Tr. . . ooooo . . . luv . . .”  Yes, true love.  Wait… why do the words sound so fuzzy and disorientated?  Of course it will.  After all, it is the voice of Westely’s soul gaining on his decaying body. 

“Even miracle takes a little time.”  The quote from Disney’s Classic-Cinderella portrays the perfect twin situation of this section of the story.  That is a crime.  It should be…to leave readers on the edge.  Why would authors do such evil deeds?  It is a hook after all, and I can taste the metal with my tongue; I can feel the agony of waiting for a resolution.  Hours after hours, pages after pages; just like a parallel universe, were time ticks as I slowly walk to the rear, were time ticks as Fezzik holds the hardened body of  a once fearsome enemy, were Ingo awaits for a miracle … tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock… 

He is back, Westley is back.  The game starts now…as the clock slowly twists its hands (ouch), it is 5:25, minutes before the planed murder of Buttercup.