Prompt: Shadows
April 20th 2010 12:14
Today's prompt is to write about shadows. Let your imagination run wild. We've all got a thousand things we could say about shadows, and a thousand stories that could be born of the shadows.
My response:
The shadows are everywhere. All around us, all the time.
I think that there is a shadow that follows me.
A figure all black. This figure is neither a man nor a woman. Its eyes are sunken black pits, and when I look into them I see despair, memories, a broken past.
It follows me around like I'm someone special. Like I'm its friend, or its lover from a past life. When I turn around it's there, watching me. It seems to be happy when I look it in the eyes, but its mouth is just a line that never moves, so I can't be sure.
I wonder how it got to be where it is today. How it became what it is. It’s just a lonely shadow, and sometimes it creeps me out, but I think that it just needs to be loved. I don't think it wants to hurt me.
I touched it once, the other day. Its face was hard and smooth like stone. It kind of shines when you look at it. It's beautiful in a sad way.
I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, but I think it's a boy. It might just be because of the way it's shaped, with a flat chest, but who knows what it looked like before? I always wonder how it got to be that colour, that shape. It’s got a soul, I can feel that, but you can't see it when you look in its eyes. They look so empty...
Why does it follow me? What does it want of me? I ask myself this every day.
It doesn't follow me during the day time, but I can always feel its presence. It's there when I walk home alone late at night, watching over me. When I'm sitting in a park by myself in the darkness, it comes to me and it sits next to me, but it never speaks. Its mouth is frozen shut. It's a being of no words, but a lot of soul.
I've tried talking to it, but all it does is look at me with that sad face. I asked it who it was once, but it didn't say anything. I asked it how it came to be so lonely, so dark, and it just looked at me. I wish it could talk. I wish I could know who it was...
At first I was scared of it, but I've come to like its quiet company. I feel safe when it is near me, like it will protect me from any attackers. It doesn't want to hurt me, it just wants to be loved. I don't know if I’ll ever be able to love it like it wants me to, but I know that I can accept it for what it is. And I'm grateful that I have it to watch over me.
Everyone has a shadow that walks beside them in the sun, but not many people have one who follows them in the dark.
Your turn.
My response:
The shadows are everywhere. All around us, all the time.
I think that there is a shadow that follows me.
A figure all black. This figure is neither a man nor a woman. Its eyes are sunken black pits, and when I look into them I see despair, memories, a broken past.
It follows me around like I'm someone special. Like I'm its friend, or its lover from a past life. When I turn around it's there, watching me. It seems to be happy when I look it in the eyes, but its mouth is just a line that never moves, so I can't be sure.
I wonder how it got to be where it is today. How it became what it is. It’s just a lonely shadow, and sometimes it creeps me out, but I think that it just needs to be loved. I don't think it wants to hurt me.
I touched it once, the other day. Its face was hard and smooth like stone. It kind of shines when you look at it. It's beautiful in a sad way.
I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, but I think it's a boy. It might just be because of the way it's shaped, with a flat chest, but who knows what it looked like before? I always wonder how it got to be that colour, that shape. It’s got a soul, I can feel that, but you can't see it when you look in its eyes. They look so empty...
Why does it follow me? What does it want of me? I ask myself this every day.
It doesn't follow me during the day time, but I can always feel its presence. It's there when I walk home alone late at night, watching over me. When I'm sitting in a park by myself in the darkness, it comes to me and it sits next to me, but it never speaks. Its mouth is frozen shut. It's a being of no words, but a lot of soul.
I've tried talking to it, but all it does is look at me with that sad face. I asked it who it was once, but it didn't say anything. I asked it how it came to be so lonely, so dark, and it just looked at me. I wish it could talk. I wish I could know who it was...
At first I was scared of it, but I've come to like its quiet company. I feel safe when it is near me, like it will protect me from any attackers. It doesn't want to hurt me, it just wants to be loved. I don't know if I’ll ever be able to love it like it wants me to, but I know that I can accept it for what it is. And I'm grateful that I have it to watch over me.
Everyone has a shadow that walks beside them in the sun, but not many people have one who follows them in the dark.
Your turn.
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Comment by Jeanne Dininni
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Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
I'm glad you like it
~Dianna
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Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
The Librarian's story is found in full in my novel, MG... not very much has been said about him here, but I'm sure I've mentioned him somewhere. In my early days of blogging, when I was still working on Moonshadow's Guardian, I was a pretty discombobulated blogger, so I've got no idea.
~Dianna
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Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
I had one draft of it briefly published with Lulu, but nobody bought it and I've edited it fairly massively since. It's taken a back seat. I've considered getting it published, but I don't know what route I want to take with it just yet. I've considered self publishing it, but I really want to try and find a traditional publisher.
I'm also not entirely sure that Moonshadow's Guardian is the book I should market first, because it's not part of the Jihad series, which is my main large project.
~Dianna
Comment by Jeanne Dininni
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Here are links to a few indie publishing blogs that indicate that the trend among authors is heading strongly in the direction of independent publishing:
Indie Author
The Indie Book Writer
That said, I'm sure it's still possible to strike a good deal with a traditional publisher under the right circumstances.
Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
Thanks for the links and the advice. It's a hard debate for me. A lot of times a book will never get into brick and mortar stores without a traditional publisher-and to do well in self publishing, you need money to order copies and to pay for a marketing scheme that I just don't have.
The Dear Diary workshop I'm doing next month is meant to eventually be turned into an ebook, probably this summer. I do plan on self-publishing another poetry collection at some point, and any ebooks related to this blog. I'm just kind of hoping that my fiction will find a traditional publisher... old dreams die hard, ya know?
~Dianna
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Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
Very wise words
~Dianna
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