Another double link up! I finally decided to post my Starting Sparks today. I have this feeling that it's missing something while having too much of something else in it. But I can't figure out either. So yeah. Just have it the way it is.
I think it was Emily of New Moon who said something similar to when writing there's always that one word, or that one feeling that you're always trying to grasp onto. You search and search for it and finally it's just at your fingertips. You can feel it. You're right on the brink of it and it vanishes in the wind. So elusive. Of course, it was said much more eloquently than that.
That's kind of how writing's been lately.
Starting Sparks is a sorta writing prompt link up hosted by Emily @ Ink, Inc. and someone else who wants a cup of tea. There is still time to join up! It ends with the month, and there are rules (if that's your thing) up on the tab bar? Title bar? *booming voice* The Navigational Tool.
I have no idea what it's properly called. . . Adult failure of the day.
I'm also linking up with Lauren @ Always Me for her Music Monday meme. I thought I'd give you a listen to the songs I used while writing. It's a playlist titled Yesterdays.
This piece is 34 seconds. It's from The Amazing Spider-Man 2 and is the saddest music I've ever come across. Maybe it's just because I've seen the film, but on its own it's still so moving. (Really, just listen to it on repeat while reading.) The second song on the Yesterday playlist is Gone from the soundtrack of Snow White and the Huntsman.
So this story is a continuation of sorts for The Cycle of Yesterdays. You may not have to read the first to understand this one. But it might help. The Cycle isn't long though.
The Good Dream Maker
There was only yesterday.
He rolled over in bed. The street light fell on the floor in slants through the window blinds. He told himself yesterday didn’t exist. There was only before yesterday. Nothing beyond.
Between the light and dark slants of the shadows, he couldn’t swallow the lie. There were yesterdays, todays, and the alleged tomorrow. Before yesterday had no name. It was lost to oblivion. It didn’t exist.
Yet it did. Before yesterday was the time she asked for songs while he studied. When she sent him glitter sticky invitations to tea parties and he’d quote the Jabberwocky for teddy. Before yesterday he was the spider slayer. He chased away nightmares. Before yesterday she came to him for good dreams.
Now he came to her for good dreams.
The street light and shadows blurred together in a smudged up world. It grew so dark the night sky stifled the stars. The moon folded into its invisible cycle. The silent song of yesterday hung in the dank, heavy air.
He stood in front of a doorway. The dust on the doorknob had been smeared with hesitant fingers. He had to open it, didn’t he? The universe was singing for it.
Huh, the singing came from behind the door.
Light poured out the open door. A garden of paper flowers and streamer clouds.
She handed him a glitter invitation with a flourished bow.
You’re invited to teddy’s tea by order of the good queen. No studying allowed.
They meandered through the hedges. They slayed imagined spiders on their quest to teddy’s tea. Then they sat at the blanket set with the princess tea. He did the Jabberwocky and she laughed like it was today and not impossibility.
She asked for a song. Would he play and sing?
He bit his lip and shook his head. He didn’t do that anymore. It wasn’t the same. It didn’t feel right.
She said why not? Why was he so sad back home, at school?
He said he missed her.
She missed him too. She missed the him that made music. The him who quoted Lewis Carrol like he was born in Wonderland. She missed the good dream maker. How could a dream maker be sad and still make good dreams?
But he didn’t make dreams. If he made dreams, then yesterday would end. This would be real.
They picked the purple, paper flowers. And when it snowed, they danced in the storm. The pink flakes joined their rhythm.
Something screamed through the pink flurry. His hand thumped around the nightstand until the alarm clock stopped blaring.
But it didn’t stop. He rolled over to face it.
What was that? He rubbed his eyes. Something. In front of the clock.
A flower. A paper flower.
The red light of the clock numbers haloed the purple paper before the two blurred together. He sucked in a breath and buried his head in his pillow to keep from being heard.
Yesterday had to end today.
(the last song on the Yesterdays playlist)
Also, alongside the prompt and the Cycle of Yesterdays, there's this poem that Emily @ Ink, Inc. shared with me. The Good Dream Maker was heavily inspired by What if you slept by Samuel Taylor.
I have yet to do Beautiful People this month, and I have no clue what character I ought to choose. So I thought I'd give it to you guys. Who do you want to learn/read about? One of the Oddball Foursome? Rocky, Skyler, Oddball, or Peril? Or someone else? I could do someone from the weird idea. Let me know in the comments!
Have you linked up with Lauren's Music Monday before? How about Starting Sparks? Oh, and have you participated in Beautiful People? I want to read ALL your posts. Leave links for me!