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 |   a descent into poetry insanity |
| last week, the drawer opened, and a character leapt from my filing cabinet and stalked at me, glaring his wrath from silver eyes, and I knew him. remember me— he said, and it was an order, not a question. you put me away in the middle of a jungle, with creaks and groans in the night leaving me there in the middle of a word, and you swore you’d come back, but your dragon followed a different path, while I languish in a file folder, with my princess at least seven chapters from saving. he was strong, and lean, and worth writing, although the dimple I remembered was hiding. remember me— he said, pacing up and down my office floor she wasn’t a very inspiring princess, you know. you could write her better now. she needs more than good lungs, you know a sense of humor would be nice, a love of learning, maybe even the ability to brew a cup of coffee in the mornings. I used to find princesses quite uninspiring creatures. she was locked away, but maybe if I thought about it . . . remember me— he said, nodding as my mind spun toward his new adventures— he’d change. she’d change. the story changed, and my dragon soared, to a place I’d almost forgotten. I had four or five ideas for this prompt, and finally settled on this one. I do have a UFS drawer in my filing cabinet, where I store stories that I've put aside for one reason or another. I'm a different writer now, of course, but I hope someday that I come back to some of them and turn them sideways until they fit me now. |
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