It's taken me a bit to get this story together--multiple rewrites and revisions and all. It's short (2 pages), but it took while to whip it into shape. But! It involves parallel dimensions! Fun!
Anyway, the workbook page that inspired this one involved making up a definition for the word 'ecdysiast' (which means a striptease artist). My definition was 'a dealer of paranormal goods' (I was a bit off). The first write through was very slapdash because I kept coming up with new ideas on the fly that didn't fit in with what I'd previously written. But throwing caution to the wind I just kept going, then let all the ideas simmer around in my head for a few days before I attempted a more comprehensive writing of the scene. The secondary character in this story originally introduced herself as my definition of an ecdysiast, but in the rewrite she kind of lost that title (although in my mind she still very much is). The story pretty much morphed into it's own thing after the initial inspiration from the exercise.
I think the whole concept of this story has the potential to be more than a brief snapshot of the story that it is at present. The ending is pretty open for just that purpose. If I were to tackle it again I would just have to balance out the writing and plot so it wouldn't become too hokey, but I'm letting it play around in my some more to find its purpose. Let me know what you think in comments below! Here's the first paragraph:
Whenever two subway cars speed side by side through the city’s dark tunnels, I always feel like I’m looking into a parallel dimension. Or at least what I’m seeing reflects how it all works. There’s a sensation in my body that maybe I’ve been in this kind of situation before, a déjà vu of metaphysical proportions. But even without any understanding of the subject of other worlds I think I understand it nonetheless. You can peak in through the lit windows, occasionally catch a stranger’s glance, maybe have some sort of subtle influence or be influenced yourself, and then within seconds the worlds split off and follow fate on their own private tracks. Sure there can be that mild interaction, but really any more intrusion would result in disaster.
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Anyway, the workbook page that inspired this one involved making up a definition for the word 'ecdysiast' (which means a striptease artist). My definition was 'a dealer of paranormal goods' (I was a bit off). The first write through was very slapdash because I kept coming up with new ideas on the fly that didn't fit in with what I'd previously written. But throwing caution to the wind I just kept going, then let all the ideas simmer around in my head for a few days before I attempted a more comprehensive writing of the scene. The secondary character in this story originally introduced herself as my definition of an ecdysiast, but in the rewrite she kind of lost that title (although in my mind she still very much is). The story pretty much morphed into it's own thing after the initial inspiration from the exercise.
I think the whole concept of this story has the potential to be more than a brief snapshot of the story that it is at present. The ending is pretty open for just that purpose. If I were to tackle it again I would just have to balance out the writing and plot so it wouldn't become too hokey, but I'm letting it play around in my some more to find its purpose. Let me know what you think in comments below! Here's the first paragraph:
Whenever two subway cars speed side by side through the city’s dark tunnels, I always feel like I’m looking into a parallel dimension. Or at least what I’m seeing reflects how it all works. There’s a sensation in my body that maybe I’ve been in this kind of situation before, a déjà vu of metaphysical proportions. But even without any understanding of the subject of other worlds I think I understand it nonetheless. You can peak in through the lit windows, occasionally catch a stranger’s glance, maybe have some sort of subtle influence or be influenced yourself, and then within seconds the worlds split off and follow fate on their own private tracks. Sure there can be that mild interaction, but really any more intrusion would result in disaster.
Read the rest at http://inkanddalliance.weebly.com/the-silver-chestnut.html
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