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Elusive
0 ReviewsMary has writer's block, will she find some inspiration?
Elusive
That plot twist, that magnificent scene she wanted to write. Unexpected yet smooth, flowing into the characters lives like a gentle yet adventurous stream. To venture into the unknown and discovered what awaited for them, mystery, emotion, excitement. It was elusive, ever so elusive. She had a vague picture in her mind but she couldn't clarify it, no many how many times she took a break to clean her already crystalline glasses. Regardless of the rush of feeling she experienced when she read her favorite novel. Despite her wish to write, even with his presence and especially because of his presence, the words eluded her.
Her pen refused to dance upon the eternally white sheet of paper. Cold as snow, emotionless, melancholic, the sheet remained as white as the most freezing winter. There he was, seemingly distracted by the book, searching for something to read. He had not asked for a recommendation after articulating nothing but a small greeting. Did he not want to speak to her or did he simply believe that she was too occupied in her own musings to pay attention to him today?
While she struggled against writer's block, Mary did not realize how poetic her thoughts were. She waged the hopeless war, unaware that victory was in her grasp should she let those artistic views flow from her imagination and skate upon the pure ice of her untouched canvas. To paint with words, to create and transform, that world, those people, those secrets hidden so deeply in her mind, that not even she could freely gaze upon him.
Her eyes followed him in pure gentle silence. If he felt the gently warm and passionate heat of her loving eyes upon him, he did not reveal it. Unconsciously, slowly, unknowingly, Mary set her pen down so gently that it did not make the slightest sound, as it was left to rest upon the polished wood of her desk.
She allowed the war to rage on by itself,
Letting her thoughts rest upon that shelf,
There, where her love's hand reached,
She realized the hard wall she breached.
She flew so high, into the endless sky,
Clear pictures and words filled her mind.
A story so elusive was becoming real,
The truth of how he made her feel.
She observed him, golden hair, sapphire eyes, and perfection in her mind. She was soaring through the clouds. The words came to her painting her world in her mind. She could write, she could write all which she hoped to write. Her wish was grated in more ways than one. Her inspiration, so elusive sometimes, would not elude her today.
She smiled, true happiness and bliss... and the she sneezed.
Gray looked at Mary and smiled. "Bless you."
She smiled sheepishly in return. "Thank you." Of all the possible moments to sneeze!
End
Inspired by a review from Ekoaleko.
That plot twist, that magnificent scene she wanted to write. Unexpected yet smooth, flowing into the characters lives like a gentle yet adventurous stream. To venture into the unknown and discovered what awaited for them, mystery, emotion, excitement. It was elusive, ever so elusive. She had a vague picture in her mind but she couldn't clarify it, no many how many times she took a break to clean her already crystalline glasses. Regardless of the rush of feeling she experienced when she read her favorite novel. Despite her wish to write, even with his presence and especially because of his presence, the words eluded her.
Her pen refused to dance upon the eternally white sheet of paper. Cold as snow, emotionless, melancholic, the sheet remained as white as the most freezing winter. There he was, seemingly distracted by the book, searching for something to read. He had not asked for a recommendation after articulating nothing but a small greeting. Did he not want to speak to her or did he simply believe that she was too occupied in her own musings to pay attention to him today?
While she struggled against writer's block, Mary did not realize how poetic her thoughts were. She waged the hopeless war, unaware that victory was in her grasp should she let those artistic views flow from her imagination and skate upon the pure ice of her untouched canvas. To paint with words, to create and transform, that world, those people, those secrets hidden so deeply in her mind, that not even she could freely gaze upon him.
Her eyes followed him in pure gentle silence. If he felt the gently warm and passionate heat of her loving eyes upon him, he did not reveal it. Unconsciously, slowly, unknowingly, Mary set her pen down so gently that it did not make the slightest sound, as it was left to rest upon the polished wood of her desk.
She allowed the war to rage on by itself,
Letting her thoughts rest upon that shelf,
There, where her love's hand reached,
She realized the hard wall she breached.
She flew so high, into the endless sky,
Clear pictures and words filled her mind.
A story so elusive was becoming real,
The truth of how he made her feel.
She observed him, golden hair, sapphire eyes, and perfection in her mind. She was soaring through the clouds. The words came to her painting her world in her mind. She could write, she could write all which she hoped to write. Her wish was grated in more ways than one. Her inspiration, so elusive sometimes, would not elude her today.
She smiled, true happiness and bliss... and the she sneezed.
Gray looked at Mary and smiled. "Bless you."
She smiled sheepishly in return. "Thank you." Of all the possible moments to sneeze!
End
Inspired by a review from Ekoaleko.
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