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By Enzo Lee

Wenzao Ursuline College of Language 4th year English Writing

Written by Enzo Lee of E4B

Composition 1 Instructor: Mr. Kenneth M. Smith

Wenzao Ursuline College of Languages Kaohsiung, Taiwan

June 2010

Words checked: 2261

Words in Oxford 3000: 92%

Content

About the Author....................................1

Prologue..................................................2

Chapter 1 Meet Owner and Hecate........3

Chapter 2 Buying a Dream...................10

Chapter 3 Essence................................15

About the Author

Enzo Lee, was born on 21.5.1991 in

Pingtung, Taiwan. She regards her father

as the most significant and respectable

person in the world. Since she was a child

raised in a rural setting, she enjoys taking

a walk and watching the stars in the sky

with her father. For her, nothing could be

more precious than love.

Prologue

A store named Store which was opened

by Owner was established to buy or sell

dreams, imaginations and ideas. A girl

named Beatrice came to this Store, met

Owner and also Hecate, a staff member of

Store. She made and bought a dream at

Store. In the process, she realized what

was precious to her.

Chapter one Meet Owner and

Hecate

The location of Store was

not ideal. It would have been

logical for the owner of a fashion

clothing shop to open his shop

near a shopping district rather

than near a hospital in order to

gather more customers, but once

you came to “Store”, maybe you

would understand why Owner

opened Store on a street which

people called “computer street”

because there were many stores

selling computers and other

electronic products. From the

name of this store “Store”, you

may have the same opinion as

Beatrice that this owner must not

be a very creative person. After

all, “Store” was not a very

original name for a store. How

could people know what he was

selling from this name “Store”?

How could he earn enough

money to run a store on a

computer street if he was not

selling computers and electronic

products? Yes, these were what

Beatrice thought at first, but once

you got to know the owner of

Store, you wouldn’t question his

motive.

“Hello, my name is Owner.

Welcome to Store,” the owner of

Store whose name was Owner

said it in a lukewarm tone.

“Owner? Is this your real name?”

Beatrice was surprised how

strange his name was. Beatrice

looked him up and down,

wondering whether there was

something wrong with this man.

“Yes,” he answered concisely.

“Oh…well…Ok…cool! That’s a

very unique name! Hello,

Owner… my name is Beatrice.

You can just call me Bea.”

Beatrice didn’t know why she felt

so awkward when she told him

her name.

“Hello, Beatrice,” Owner replied

with a frigid voice.

His weird manner discouraged

Beatrice to chat with him. She

gave him a reluctant smile which

she bet he wouldn’t notice. Then,

their conversation ended. Owner

suddenly turned around and

disappeared.

That was the first time Beatrice

talked with him. She kind of

understood why he named his

store “Store” such a plain name

because he gave himself a boring

name as well. Although they only

had a short conversation, this

so-called” Owner” man gave her a

mysterious impression.

Contrary to the odd Owner, the

other worker at Store interested

Beatrice, so Beatrice decided to

chat with her. She had a spooky

name called Hecate, the name of

a Greek goddess from mythology

who reigned over the underworld,

witchcraft, birth and renewal and

who also was often associated

with prophecy. However, Hecate

wasn’t as dreadful as the role of

her name in Greek mythology

was, but she indeed could work

magic. Unlike the ferry

godmother in the fairy tales who

could transform mice into a cart

and made a beautiful gown,

Hecate was more like a modern

witch who dressed just like

modern people and lived in a

modern apartment but still

retained her ability to mix a

hundred kinds of soup, which

were liquid not delicious to taste

but would cause magic effects.

“Hecate,” Beatrice pouted.

“What brings our little Bea here

with a pout?” Hecate asked. She

always gave Beatrice a friendly

smile as if they had known each

other or years even though this

was only the second time Beatrice

had visited Store.

“Just a periodic bad mood. Too

much pressure and many

annoying things. You must have

experienced these emotions,

right?” Beatrice mumbled and

pouted.

“No. I am Hecate. Do you want to

know why?” Hecate laughed. She

ground pollen, bees, rose petals,

worms, a pinch of soil and a

certain red liquid together. Then,

she placed it above a

candleholder and heated the

mixture for a few seconds. “I call

it Joy of Spring. Drink it. It’s my

treat.” Hecate said. She deeply

breathed in the so called Joy of

Spring like this was the greatest

enjoyment in the world and put it

in front of me.

“Is it really drinkable?” Beatrice

asked giving an uncertain look.

“Yes. Give it a try. It will lead you

to your own heaven,” Hecate

responded confidently. Beatrice

was very dubious about this

strange liquid concoction. She

held her breath but swallowed it

all.

“Yuk,” Beatrice gagged.

“Enjoy your dream, Bea,” Hecate

said giving her a smile and

continued brewing her unknown

soup.

“Hush my love don’t you cry.

Everything will be alright. Close

your eyes and drift in dream.

Rest in peaceful dream...Oh my

love in my arms tight...” Beatrice

thought Hecate was singing, but

this voice was so familiar.

Beatrice fell deep asleep

“Mom...” Beatrice uttered.

“Everyday you give me life. As I

drift off to your world. Will rest

in a peaceful dream,” the voice

continued softly.

Beatrice felt her mom brush

against her cheek. She felt secure

being accompanied by her mom

with the bread and scented tea

fragrance of her mom’s hair

floating in the air.

“Bea. Wake up. You have slept

for three hours. Don’t you have to

go home?” Hecate asked shaking

Beatrice.

Beatrice was awoken and began

to cry.

“Bea. You are still an innocent

child.” Hecate tenderly dried her

tears.

“How come I am crying? Why did

I dream of my mother? Didn’t

you give me some soup that

would bring me joyfulness?”

Beatrice asked a little bit

disappointed. She suddenly

wanted to go home and hug her

mom tight.

“I am not the one who can tell

you that answer. This could be a

life-long question. Don’t forget

what you felt today. Maybe one

day you will be able to tell me the

answer,” Hecate stated

continuing to make her soup.

Beatrice didn’t know whether

Hecate worked any magic in Joy

of Spring. After the first time

tasting the weird concoction, she

kept wondering what the feeling

was when she heard a lullaby,

smelled the bread and scented

tea fragrance.

Chapter 2 Buying a dream

Beatrice liked to spend time

at Store before she went home.

She enjoyed chatting with Hecate

or just watching her brewing her

magic soup. Sometimes Beatrice

earned extra money by selling

her dream. As usual, Beatrice

immediately came to Store after

school.

“Save, sell or buy?” That’s what

Hecate always said when

somebody entered the shop.

“It’s me, Hecate. Perhaps I have

to buy today,” Beatrice replied

and looked annoyed.

“Ok, what do you want to buy

today?”

“I want to buy somebody’s dream

or imagination that can give me

some inspiration to invent

something. That’s our science

assignment. I have already

racked my brain, but I still don’t

know what to do!” Beatrice

shouted and was irritated about

not being able to come up with

any ideas.

“Ok, pick a feather” Hecate said

and took out a small sack.

“I hope it is a good dream,”

Beatrice said putting her hand in

the small sack. She moved her

hand in the sack. It seemed like a

bottomless sack from which she

couldn’t even grab a feather.

Finally, a gentle wind blew up a

feather. She immediately grasped

the tip of the feather.

“Did you get it, Bea?” Hecate

laughed.

“Yes. Where can I sleep?”

Beatrice was excited to enter the

dream

“There. Enjoy your dream, Bea,”

Hecate added placing the feather

on a pillow and kissing Beatrice’s

forehead.

Beatrice fell into someone’s

dream before long. In the dream,

she stood beside a table

surrounded by a family. The

woman was busy carrying out

dishes. The man was filling the

bowls with rice. The little boy was

watching cartoons on TV,

laughing hilariously. With a

warm yellow light hanging above

the dining table, the cuisine

seemed to be more delicious.

With scrambled eggs with ham, a

fried broccoli and three bowls of

rice on the dining table, this

family seemed very satisfied what

they had. They all sat down and

watched the cartoon with the

little boy. The light soon became

dark. Beatrice was awoken. The

feather was floating above her

eyes.

“It ended?” Beatrice asked

staring into space.

“How was your dream, Bea?”

Hecate asked giving Beatrice a

sweet smile.

“A very ordinary, boring dream. I

have no idea why the man had

such a dull dream.” Beatrice

thought she had wasted her

money on buying this useless

dream, which was not helpful at

all with her science assignment.

“How so? Do you know the man

earned more money than the

other guests who dreamed about

for example the end of the world,

being chased by ghosts, becoming

a millionaire and

other...mm...creative dreams by

selling your so-called dull

dream.” Actually, at the moment

Hecate touched the feather, she

had already known what dream

would Beatrice have. Hecate was

inwardly delighted that Beatrice

picked that particular feather.

“How come? Why do you think

his dream is worth so much

money? I don’t even have a clue!”

Beatrice thought, her heart

bleeding for her money.

“No, I have no right to judge how

much money it is worth, but

Owner probably can give you

some answers,” Hecate pointed

to Owner, who usually would sit

in front of his computer all day

long.” Go, have a chat with him. I

believe he would be pleased to

talk to you,” Hecate said waving

her hand sending Beatrice over to

Owner.

Chapter 3 Essence

Beatrice was wondering why

Hecate liked her to speak to

Owner so much. She walked

towards Owner. He seemed to be

calculating something difficult

beyond Beatrice’s understanding.

“Hi, Owner, I have talked to you

once. I am Beatrice. Do you

remember me?” Beatrice felt

awkward again just like the first

time she talked to him.

Owner stopped calculating and

turned around. At the moment

Owner turned around, Beatrice

was stunned by the scene. A

transmission line was connecting

Owner’s brain and a set of

computers. There was something

like some equations, chemical

elements and programming

language which all seemed like

hieroglyphics to Beatrice on the

computer screen.

“Hi, Bea,” Owner answered in a

lukewarm tone.

“Uh, hi,” Beatrice replied

surprised that Owner

remembered her name. “May I

ask...” Beatrice pointed to her

head, hinting that she was

curious about the transmission

line.

“What do you want to ask, Bea?”

Owner wondered not seeming to

understand her cue.

“This,” Beatrice said pointing to

her head one more time.

“What is this?” Owner asked

lifting his hand inflexibly and

pointed to his head as well.

Beatrice didn’t know how to

clarify what she meant so that

Owner could understand her. ”

The transmission line,” Beatrice

asked embarrassed because she

thought she was asking

something personal that might

offend people.

“The transmission line?” Owner

replied touching his transmission

line and not knowing what

Beatrice was asking about.

They both kept silent for a few

minutes. Finally, out of great

curiosity, Beatrice mustered up

her courage to ask” Why do you

use a transmission line to

connect your brain and the

computer?” Beatrice asked

blushing.

“I have to analyze human being’s

dreams, imaginations, any ideas

to learn why human beings have

those emotions and thoughts and

what they consist of,” Owner

responded with a flat tone and no

facial expression at all.

“How do you analyze those

dreams, imaginations and ideas?

Why do you need to do that?” A

lot of question marks pervaded in

Hecate’s brain.

“I analyze them with my brain. I

don’t have dreams, imaginations

and ideas like you do, so I try to

analyze them to try to create and

obtain them.” Owner said. His

eyes were vacuous like artificial

eyeballs while he was talking.

“You...you don’t have dreams and

any thoughts?” This was the most

ridiculous thing Beatrice had

heard.

“Yes,” he answered concisely.

“So...can you tell me what you

have analyzed?” Beatrice asked

not believing all of this.

“Many people dream about

earning a great deal of money,

buying whatever they want in the

department store, driving the

most luxurious car in the world,

living in the most exclusive house

something like that. You can say

they are satisfied with worldly

goods. To some extent, maybe

their desire is socialized. They

don’t actually want accessories or

cars but other things...” Owner

added starting to analyze those

dreams from psychological

points, biological points to

physiological points.

Beatrice felt dizzy while listening

to his analysis. She couldn’t

comprehend what Owner was

talking about.

“Owner!” Hecate shouted

suddenly interrupting him.

“Yes, Hecate?” Owner asked

turning his head to Hecate.

Beatrice was glad that Hecate had

saved her from listening to

Owner’s lengthy speech.

“Bea wants to know why you

charged such a high price for the

dream you showed her today,”

Hecate asked while glancing

smiling at Beatrice.

“If you want me to answer this

question, I think you know far

better than me, Bea. It should be

me who should be asking you for

the answer.” Owner said.

“Me? How could it be me? I don’t

know how to analyze those

emotions and thoughts like you

do. How should I know why it is

worth so much money?” Beatrice

wondered getting a bit confused.

Wasn’t Owner good at analysis?

Why did he ask her this question?

“Do you still remember the first

time you had a dream after

drinking Joy of Spring? In your

dream, you had complex

emotions and thoughts which I

can’t analyze. They are something

beyond logic, beyond

understanding. You are the one

who had experienced it. How

don’t you know?” Owner asked.

Looking into Owner’s eyes, she

suddenly felt she was just like

this man-someone who had no

dreams and emotions to some

extent.

“Well...probably you would never

learn what we have experienced

in our dream. That is something

you would never be able to learn

by analyzing it,” Beatrice didn’t

know why she suddenly felt sad

for her dullness. She turned

around and walked towards the

door. All she wanted to do was to

hug her mother tight.

Hecate smiled and watched

Beatrice go.

“I hope you find the joy and the

most precious part of yourself

this time,” Hecate thought

inwardly.

Acknowledgements Though honestly I felt my heart stung

when I heard we had to work out a novel

this year, I still want to express my great

gratitude to Mr. Kenneth M. Smith.

Without him, I wouldn’t know even a girl

like me who don’t have any creativity at

all can write a novel, though a very

unexciting one. I also want to thank my

father for his infinite ideas. Anyway, I am

glad I finally accomplish this tough task!

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