a warm waterproof hip-length jacket usually with a hood, originally worn in polar regions, but now worn for any outdoor activity
(informal, derogatory) a socially inept person with a hobby considered by most people to be boring
? awakes to inky blackness and silence until a voice calls out from some indefinable distance.
-Where am I? And who am I?
-You’ve only just been created. Right now you are little more than an idea. With luck you will soon begin to take shape. You will be given form and character.
-And who created me?
-The question of questions! You were created by the Author.
-For what purpose?
-For the Author’s own good purpose. It is not ours to know.
-You say with luck I will take form. What happens if I do not?
- Some are discarded, disappearing into the dark from whence they came. Others are left half formed, suspended in limbo and waiting for the Author to return to them.
-Then I defy the cruelty of this Author!
-You can only do so because the Author wills it. Even this conversation is a product of the Author’s will. We are bound by it. But look! You are beginning to take shape!
And against the nothingness,
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
This has a lovely poetry and artistry to it. It's definitely a really good way to view the way a new character begins to take shape in the author's mind. Bravo!
- #2336 Posted 3 years ago
- 5 out of 5
Thanks Jim! I've always loved the idea of characters somehow interacting with or being aware of their creators. I blame Kurt Vonnegut. :)
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