Finding Me
It's always lonely. Nothing but eternal darkness in all directions, black as the night sky, but without the stars to guide the way. They say the desert is an empty landscape, but at least you have all your senses intact there. Down here in the ocean bottom, you're lucky to sense anything at all.
Water, cold and omnipresent, that blocks out every feeling and every stimulation one would want. Warmth is nonexistent here, the suns rays can never find their way down to me. The only color here is black. Even when I look upwards towards the sun, or at least when I think I'm looking upwards, (you can never really tell which direction you're facing when you're surrounded by nothing), I can never see it. Nothing to taste but the saltiness of the sea, nothing to hear but the noises emptiness makes. Even my lantern does nothing more than let me know that my eyes are actually open, that I'm actually still alive down here. All there is to do is wait, floating, trying not to think about how alone it is down here.
I'm jealous of all the creatures up above, and theres nothing to do about it. My blood flows green through my body, the only other color I know personally. At first, curiosity guided me through these depths, hoping there was more to this place than darkness. Back then, my lantern would guide me along the ocean floor. Usually, all I would find would be the skeletons of my brethren, picked clean by the scavengers, but at times, I'd find something different from up above that somehow made its way down here unscathed. A shiny hook that reflected the light of my lantern in every way. A patch of sewn string, like a web. Discoveries like these gave me reason to believe that there was more to this world than the darkness all around.
Now though, all that curiosity has turned to anger and contempt. Years and years of emptiness had dissolved all the curiosity of my younger days, and now I hated everything that had to do with the world above. Thats why when I saw you, I exploded. You two found me, attracted by my lantern, as all other creatures down here do. You were different though. Both of you had a color and personality, something that nothing else down here had. A bolt of orange and white, looking desperate as if you too were searching for something. A streak of blue, carefree in an area that would scare most. I knew it once I saw you two, that you were both from up above, and something inside me snapped. Who knew that something that you had once longed for so much could create such an anger. If we had met just a few years prior, we could have been friends and I would have had an endless supply of questions for you, but now I didn't care. I wanted you out of my life and fast. I wanted you to go back up to your world filled with light and leave me to myself. You never cared about me all those years, so why should I have any feelings of hospitality towards you now? I chased you through the ocean, fueled by an uncontrollable rage that wouldn't subside.
You were able to escape though, as I became entangled in something from up above. For a second, as I floated there, unable to move, our eyes caught one another's, and I felt the guilt grow within me. A voice within me told me, "You just wasted your one chance at having a friend." You eventually left, a fearful expression on your face that said you'd never come down here again. Now I float on through this darkness, trying not to think, but thinking only of regret.
Alright well theres my short story. If you haven't guessed it already, it's about the Angler fish (the one with the big teeth and the little light) from Finding Nemo. My prompt was to write about a character that was deprived of a sense, and I struggled for awhile trying to think of just one sense to be deprived of. So I decided to find a character that was deprived of most if not all senses and this is what came to mind. I got lazy towards the end though, so its not as good as I think it could be, but this story is due tomorrow so oh wells. Kks thanks for reading.
(if youre tagged then i think you'll either enjoy reading this or be able to give me some criticism on what i could do better)
Monday, January 18, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Short Story Writing - Three Points of a Triangle
I'm taking a creative writing class this quarter, so I'm going to use my blog to share some of the stories that I'm assigned to write. So my first assignment is to write a bad story, which seems pretty easy, but its actually kind of hard since I'll be doing everything that goes against what I consider to be good writing. Lets see how well this goes.
Three Points of a Triangle
Lying straight back on my bed, staring at my pale, white ceiling, counting the seconds slowly going by, like a pendulum moving ever slowly. Summer days never really lose their laziness, and today is no exception. The summer heat was able to walk into my room about as easily as my mother telling me to be productive and not to waste another day of my youth. Movement is always an option, one not really worth choosing at the moment. I carefully opened my brown eyes and scanned my room, searching for something that might hold my interest. I noticed no movement at all, except for my fish, gently floating in casual circles around its clear, glass bowl, with about as much care for the world as a rock. My fish is a mysterious one, ever observing the world from its perch upon my desk. One probably would have though my fish was dead, but people would probably think the same of me if they saw me at that very moment. I started to feel envious of my fish, not because of its apathy towards the world, but because I knew that the water in the bowl was the coldest item in my vicinity. It seems like my summer days have turned into me wishing I was a fish just so I could be in some water that would cool me down like sticking my head out of a car on the freeway.
In an effort to actually make something out of this hot and miserable day, I choose to do something that I could do without moving from my inclined position. At this moment, for me this was a quest much like crossing the Sahara Desert, I arose from my bed and I journeyed over to the corner of my room where my guitar was laid out on the floor, much like I had been on my bed just a few moments before. I felt a little bad for disturbing my guitars rest, because it obviously wasn't going to be doing much that day other than lie there if not for my bold intervention.
I picked up my guitar and sat on my bed. I observed my guitar for a few seconds before playing it, almost as if I was having a silent conversation with her, asking if its alright if I could pluck her strings and make beautiful music. Her body was black as nighttime, and her strings were golden like the suns rays. With a few gentle strokes on her hair like strings, me and her began making sweet music upon my bed. The sound broke the silence of the room like a hammer breaking a mirror and having all the glass shards falling on the floor, crashing in an endless symphony of reflections. There was nothing like playing a slow and sweet sounding song for a day that longed for nothing more than that. Even my fish seemed to respond to the broken silence; slowly swimming to the front of the bowl to face me, as if I was some sort of entertainment for him to watch.
Slower and softer became the sounds of my guitar, and I found myself drifting away into the realm of dreams. My dreams usually started in darkness, and today was no different. Eventually, the darkness faded away, only to leave me in my room, with a strange figure walking towards me. I stared in mystery and shock, as this figure turned into a girl dressed all in black. She sat down on the bed beside me, and laid across my lap, softly smiling. I ran my fingers through her golden hair and she sang out to me with a sweet yet calm voice. I stared into her eyes for a second, and suddenly had the feeling that we were not alone. I glanced up and noticed a mysterious looking boy sitting on my desk, staring right back at me with with a calm look upon his face. He nodded at me as if giving me his approval, and I could do nothing but grin back at him. The three of us together in harmony with one another, like the corners of a triangle keeping each other company.
I awoke to the sound of my mother calling out my name for dinner. I gently removed my guitar from my grasp and placed her on my bed, with a farewell pluck of one golden string. I walked over to my fish, stared at him for a second, and dropped in a tiny little pellet of food for him to eat. He stared back at me for a second, and then rushed to the food and ate it in one swift movement. I started out the door, and paused for a second, and glanced back at my guitar and my fish. I smiled ever so slightly, knowing that even though these summer days go by slowly, I'd never be alone through them.
Ok end of my bad short story. I might actually revise this one into a good short story because I kinda like the idea behind it haha.
Three Points of a Triangle
Lying straight back on my bed, staring at my pale, white ceiling, counting the seconds slowly going by, like a pendulum moving ever slowly. Summer days never really lose their laziness, and today is no exception. The summer heat was able to walk into my room about as easily as my mother telling me to be productive and not to waste another day of my youth. Movement is always an option, one not really worth choosing at the moment. I carefully opened my brown eyes and scanned my room, searching for something that might hold my interest. I noticed no movement at all, except for my fish, gently floating in casual circles around its clear, glass bowl, with about as much care for the world as a rock. My fish is a mysterious one, ever observing the world from its perch upon my desk. One probably would have though my fish was dead, but people would probably think the same of me if they saw me at that very moment. I started to feel envious of my fish, not because of its apathy towards the world, but because I knew that the water in the bowl was the coldest item in my vicinity. It seems like my summer days have turned into me wishing I was a fish just so I could be in some water that would cool me down like sticking my head out of a car on the freeway.
In an effort to actually make something out of this hot and miserable day, I choose to do something that I could do without moving from my inclined position. At this moment, for me this was a quest much like crossing the Sahara Desert, I arose from my bed and I journeyed over to the corner of my room where my guitar was laid out on the floor, much like I had been on my bed just a few moments before. I felt a little bad for disturbing my guitars rest, because it obviously wasn't going to be doing much that day other than lie there if not for my bold intervention.
I picked up my guitar and sat on my bed. I observed my guitar for a few seconds before playing it, almost as if I was having a silent conversation with her, asking if its alright if I could pluck her strings and make beautiful music. Her body was black as nighttime, and her strings were golden like the suns rays. With a few gentle strokes on her hair like strings, me and her began making sweet music upon my bed. The sound broke the silence of the room like a hammer breaking a mirror and having all the glass shards falling on the floor, crashing in an endless symphony of reflections. There was nothing like playing a slow and sweet sounding song for a day that longed for nothing more than that. Even my fish seemed to respond to the broken silence; slowly swimming to the front of the bowl to face me, as if I was some sort of entertainment for him to watch.
Slower and softer became the sounds of my guitar, and I found myself drifting away into the realm of dreams. My dreams usually started in darkness, and today was no different. Eventually, the darkness faded away, only to leave me in my room, with a strange figure walking towards me. I stared in mystery and shock, as this figure turned into a girl dressed all in black. She sat down on the bed beside me, and laid across my lap, softly smiling. I ran my fingers through her golden hair and she sang out to me with a sweet yet calm voice. I stared into her eyes for a second, and suddenly had the feeling that we were not alone. I glanced up and noticed a mysterious looking boy sitting on my desk, staring right back at me with with a calm look upon his face. He nodded at me as if giving me his approval, and I could do nothing but grin back at him. The three of us together in harmony with one another, like the corners of a triangle keeping each other company.
I awoke to the sound of my mother calling out my name for dinner. I gently removed my guitar from my grasp and placed her on my bed, with a farewell pluck of one golden string. I walked over to my fish, stared at him for a second, and dropped in a tiny little pellet of food for him to eat. He stared back at me for a second, and then rushed to the food and ate it in one swift movement. I started out the door, and paused for a second, and glanced back at my guitar and my fish. I smiled ever so slightly, knowing that even though these summer days go by slowly, I'd never be alone through them.
Ok end of my bad short story. I might actually revise this one into a good short story because I kinda like the idea behind it haha.
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