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.
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Thursday, September 27, 2012
En paradiso, solomente recuerdo mi vida.
Here's a free write to satisfy all your fiction needs for the day.
Upon waking, I came
across a brand new world. I found myself but lost the urge to become anything
more than I was while lying there.
Several hours passed
and my bed had started to grumble beneath me. “Don’t be an idiot,” it grumbled.
I tried not listen. Truths are for those with hope. Last time I’d checked, I
only had what was before me.
A day passed and my
stomach screamed for me to “stop playing”. Not even my body understood me. How
could it? After all, I’m just like everyone else...miserable like everyone else…
A week flew by and my
lips cracked in protest. My stomach had died and my bed’d grown cross. In my
mind, there’d been no loss. I only needed what was before me. Everything else
Now a year has passed
and I awake each day to the light shining through the clouds. My bed’s gotten
it’s peace and the world no longer has to deal with me. Everyone should be
happy…They’re all so lucky…
Upon waking, I come
across a horrid world. It’s called “paradiso,” but I find only hell in the
memories I’ve thrown away to arrive here.