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A Tree of Knowledge:
First Web
The Feather in a Chef's Hat
The First Branch
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The Kitchen Cook
The Kitchen Cook didn't know a carrot from a croûton, and it shows! They were left to fend for themselves after a mishap in the family kitchen where a fire was started and left to burn. It burned the house down and the kitchen cook was blamed for being “too reckless.” Gone were the days of dreaming of their own restaurant, as was the custom of the Blue Family. Each Blue family member received a restaurant as a graduation present when they finished culinary school.
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Each Blue member, apart from the kitchen cook. They belong in the kitchen, but “not to cook” according to the head chef (first grandfather). The kitchen cook grew used to the comments: “Why are you in the kitchen with an apron?” “You should be chopping, not frying” and the worst: “You’re not good enough for a restaurant.”
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But the kitchen cook persevered, until the fire. It wasn’t their fault. How were they supposed to know grease is flammable under extreme temperatures? “Well, you SHOULD have known!” The words from the head chef rang in the kitchen cook’s ears louder than the pans that fell to the floor when the wooden pan rack burned.
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No matter, I must prevail. With their chef’s hat in hand—what was left of it—they left the family kitchen for the first time to start their own adventure. With nowhere to stay (or eat), the kitchen cook followed their nose to a place their family would never venture: To the school across the road.
“Hello?” The kitchen cook peered into the reception area, ready to bolt if they saw any children. Children are difficult to cater for! The Blue family would say. The kitchen cook didn’t understand but they went along with it, you don’t argue head chef.
“Oh, hi!” A friendly face greeted the kitchen cook just as they were about to leave, “I’ve seen you around, you live across the street, right?”
“Yes, I do! And I’ve seen you before too.”
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The kitchen cook’s voice was shaky, it's not every day you apply for a job opposite your family’s business.
“I took your advice and cleaned up my act. Is the position still open?”
“Oh yes, do you have a resume?”
“I do, here you go. You can call me KC.”
“Well then, KC, please come in. You have an impressive resume.”​
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Status: Complete.
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Feathers Galore
Feathers everywhere. That's what the Gray family wasn't prepared for. Feathers are the backbone of the show, feathers and fun. That should be the slogan, "Feathers and Fun." Instead, we have "Feathers Galore" which makes the show sound like an aviary. ​​​Show business is all the Gray family has known.
The stage and the state of production, from the floor plan to the lighting, are bright and clean, illustrating each personality. Our surname might be Gray but the colors of the show are all over the place: There are greens and pinks, blacks and blues, yellows and purples, and everything in between. Each color had to be represented by a feather. The colors are often too much to comprehend.
Each member of the Gray family had to pick a color for their act. It was a custom, they could even make their own colors if they wanted to. Have you thought of the colors that purple and green would make? Or yellow and white? Most patrons think green and purple would just make dark purple, but it makes gurple instead. A green hue with a rich touch of sheer from the purple, and whillow? That comes out as a shimmering shine that the sun would be jealous of.
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It's easy to mix the colors. The difficulty comes when the Gray family has to dye their feathers in their colors. A feather for every hat, a hat for every brat. That's what the dancers are called: Brats. Not because they are naughty, but because they are spoiled in the spotlight of Feathers Galore. The stage needs their presence; each soft indent on the soft wood is a reminder that the Gray family was here first. Before the colors, before the dancers, before the patrons.
"You're up next, Flint."
"Perfect, thank you. I'm ready to dazzle the crowd."
—The stage opens to a crowd larger than the Gray family could have imagined—
Here we go, feathers and all.
Status: Complete.
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Feathers Galore is NSFW: Child abuse, alcohol abuse, violence.​
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In the slideshow below, please find your weekly web novels for A Web of Knowledge. There are two stories for A Web of Knowledge a week: One on Tuesdays and one on Thursdays. Each Web Novel will have 15 episodes until completion, and then I will start on a new one.
When each web novel is complete, I will add a few images per number of chapters. I prefer adding these at the end to give my readers a chance to form their own images in their head first!
The list of options for the following Web Novels can be found on the interactive page.
In months with five weeks, I will post in the first three weeks and post in the fourth or fifth week, depending on my timetable based on my ghostwriting schedule.
In the future, the next web novels will be available and chosen based on your inputs from the interactive [ page ].​​
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If you have any questions or concerns about the stories or characters, please reach out to me!
The Kitchen Cook
​​ Chapter 1: The Day of the Fire
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It was rather odd, the layout of the kitchen. Pots and pans were stored next to the fridges, and the countertops had shelves for knives and spoons. This would have been fine in a normal kitchen, but the Blue kitchen was different: Everyone who worked there had to bring and store their own utensils and pots. Was this extremely inefficient?
Absolutely, but Chef Cyan didn’t care.
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Then there were the walls. They were so bare! A beige color with a yellow hue, but that was it. No clocks, no cutlery stands, no wine shelves. If a stranger—how dare you permit a stranger into the family kitchen?!—stumbled upon it by accident, they would have assumed the kitchen was used for storage and light meals. It was, in the beginning. Until the family grew into all shades and sizes.
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“One size fits all” didn’t apply to the Blue family: Everyone had a role to play, and KC learned this the hard way. KC’s role was to stir the pot over the coals. Coal cooking was better than that new, electronic stuff. Remember that, Chef Cyan used to say. The coals and the cauldron saw it all: stews, soups, pasta dishes, even the bread.
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That was the problem. The bread had a lot of flour as a caking agent on the outside, and in high heat, this flour would crackle and pop like Chef Cyan’s old bones. The flavor was there, but with flavor came the risk of coals shooting from the open oven. This was also KC’s job: To sweep the flour and coals away from the oven door as soon as he saw them. It wasn’t a taxing job, so KC didn’t give it their full attention.
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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! The smoke alarm sounded in the distance. Oh no! The coals! Everyone out! Dodger, KC’s older brother, screamed. He was in charge of the onions: His cutting method made them look like tiny crystals on the plate. What did you do, KC? That was the end of the Blue family kitchen. Started by Chef Cyan, destroyed by the kitchen cook who wasn't good enough for a family name.
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Feathers Galore
Chapter 1: The Grand Opening.
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Come one, come all! Don’t get lost in the stalls! Opening night for Feathers Galore is always a hoot. Patrons from all over the country stand in lines longer than the street to get a taste of the fervor created by the traveling gray Troop. Not so much a family business as a carnival of custom.
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Ticket sales are through the roof this time of year, thanks to school holidays and the mild weather. Each patron holds a special place in the gray Family line: Each patron is a way out of this life—a life of hard knocks and even harder falls. It’s a good life for some—it certainly puts food on the table—but this mismatched family needs a break. A break from the feathers, a break from the fold.
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As a Brat, Flint is center stage on opening night. No one else has the gall to start the show on their own. No one handles the spotlight as well as Flint. No one understands the crowd better. A crowd watcher in their youth, they know what the crowd wants: Spectacles and sparkles, from their shoes to the plumes on their heads.
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Hello, my dear viewers, are you ready for feathers and fun? Or would you prefer fornication and frivolity? The late–night shows are the best: The crowd is older, so the gray family gets colorful with their language. The cheering crowd helps the rest of them get into character, from the tall feathers of Pebble, the youngest in the group, to the square feathers of Davy, the oldest in the troop.
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With a flip of a hat and a rush of a sequined waistcoat, Flint returns to his element. The element of surprise, for the patrons. Each show is unique: Since their inception nearly ten years ago, each night is a brand-new show. That’s what people pay for. That’s what Flint lives for: Surprises (and the crowd).
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