For artists and writers everywhere, fiction is life. While inspiration may come frequently from reality, the fictional worlds inside our heads are what create the pieces that define us. This blog is meant to share such worlds with the reality of everyday life.
Welcome to our lives in fiction, where we always put life into words.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
photo by Kristen Nicholl
I find myself at a time of huge inspiration drawn from a completely wonderful friend...but hardly do I have any time to write. It's kind of pissing me off... Oh well, I guess that's the life of a college student, eh?
This next piece is about a week or two old and was drawn from the ideas generated by the picture to the left (which is also the blog's background image).
Let me know what you think. Next week will be another video installment from me and (hopefully) some fresh writing.
"One like no other"
“She puts too many
thoughts in my mind,” I whisper, half dead. My back against the stony ground,
my will against the world…The sun comes down so brightly, and the dull ache in
my skull only worsens. “I wonder if she knows what she’s doing.” I sigh, the
heavy motion pushing another stone into my back. I wince but convince myself to
leave it. “At least pain means I’m still alive.”
“Hi!” she whispers in
my mind. “What’s your name?”
“What’s my name, eh?” I
smirk. “Like that ever mattered.” Back-track a few months, back to when we
first met on a bet from my best friend. “ ‘Go get her!’ he said. ‘You’ll have
fun!’ he said.” My heart jumps as I remember the first kiss we both enjoyed.
The sweet taste of the raspberries she enjoys still lingers. “Why couldn’t
everything be so good?” And so the sun shines down. “I swear I’ll never fall
for her again.” So I get up and brush the stones from my bare back.
“Steven!” she yells
from our house not far away. “Come back in, there’re clouds rolling in.” I
follow without concern, a heavy mind dragging behind.
The rain soon follows
and so do my regrets. By our humble fireplace her eyes shine so radiantly, I
can’t help but want a taste. A stunning smile and a jealous kiss. How could I
possibly resist? I’ll always be falling and wanting her on my mind. Fate drives me. ~Chris