Inspiration's Eyes
Lately I seem to be going through a point where I want to write but my head isn't full of ideas. Also, I have become a fan of other stories. So to express how I feel I decided to write this little story. Hope you like it.
It was a rainy day in Toronto, Ontario. Outside teenagers were running around the school track to raise money for cancer. Inside was a writer. A writer who had been troubled by her loss of inspiration for writing stories.
On the one hand, she had her sad original story that she was planning on presenting to her Writer's Craft class. On the other, she was conflicted by the argument between two characters going on in her head.
Why couldn't she get anything done on paper? She knew that she was a fan of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory but lately she felt like the drive to write stories about that topic had gone. The argument between the two characters in her head weren't even from the book she often wrote about. It was instead involving a character from Iron Man and Pirates of the Caribbean.
When she listened all she could hear was silence. It was like the characters had floated away from her and into a corner. Try as she might, the writer was too scared of the dark to want to venture into that shadowed area where three pairs of eyes peeked out from the darkness.
One pair was violet, another was bright blue and another was a pair that was rainbow. She didn't know to whom the last pair belonged but she wanted to find out. As she summoned all her courage, she reached out into the darkness and held out her hand like an adult to a timid child.
The rainbow colored eyes blinked but didn't move. The writer than realized something she should have noticed before. Those eyes didn't belong to a character, it belonged to her. All of her inspiration for her fan fiction was reflected in those eyes. So as she reached out her hand for inspiration to grab her palm she looked into rainbow colored eyes she saw her next story in the form of a rather eccentric looking woman. The writer didn't know who she was but she knew that she had to write about her.
So as she began to look deeper in inspiration she found the character's name. It was Periwinkle. Turning away from inspiration she now realized the story she would write about next. As she began pondering the plot, she heard one of the characters in the corner giggle.
"Thank you."
So that's it. I got my inspiration back from writing about it. And you know what; this won't be the end of Periwinkle Pringles. I just came up with the last name now! Maybe inspiration is finally coming back.
