reverie Posted March 9, 2003 Report Posted March 9, 2003 (edited) Rev's note: am writing this as an exercise in prose, since it is something i consider a weakness, and thus need to work on... inspired by fountain's back story in Crow's investigation in the Conservatory Revery crouched low in his chambers waiting. Raising his head slightly he scanned the darken room. The room lay in shambles. His desk had be smashed, his pens had be splittered, and his bed rested upended against the far wall. Everywhere else he looked he saw paper. Paper and Ink. Page after page of unfinished verse. That irked him, a little. Maybe more than a little in fact. Suffice to say the dreamlost had not had a good day. It had been hours since he last moved, but he was prepared to wait it out. He'd wait till time stood still if he had too; what other choice did he have? It had started out so simple. All he had to do was write one line. Just one simple line to get the ball rolling. He had employed his usually techniques to intiate the process of creating. He'd rambled, he'd hummed, he'd improved, he'd tapped his feet, he even went as far as to go for a long walk in the rain, which is not the easiest thing to do in the middle of snow storm, but he did it anyway. Still all had failed him. With a sigh, he flopped into his big blue comfy chair and had resigned himself to a bowl honeyed oatmeal with cinamini bananas's mixed in for good measure. Munch, Munch "Now the problem is...is in the beginning," he spoke a loud to no one in particular. "For one can go nowhere without a place to go from,"Munch, munch munch, he reasoned. "So what's keeping me from finishing this work, is that it hasn't even started it yet...hmmm," he finished. "oh bloody hell, I'm blocked...not again," he muttered. Then 'IT' had appeared. A monster so vile, that it cannot be describe fully, for fear of its terrible details corrupting your very soul. Pulling itself up from nowhere, it towered over the dreamlost. "That's right Revery," it hissed, "You are being blocked, by me, the living embodiment of all mediocrity, and every would-be-writer's greatest fear, it is I...The Dreaded Writer's Block!" Dropping the Oatmeal meal, Revery sprang up with his trusty quarterstaff in hand, "Ahh, you !@#$!!$, so you're the one causing all of this... I'm gonna @#$! !@$! !$ and then !##$!@# out of you, till your !#$! and you have to use a @!#$! to fix @!#$!! up...It's go time!!!" This went on for quite some time, and both revery and the Dreaded Writer's Block were surprized and appalled at such language. And so... the fighting commenced. Things kinda grew hazy for the dreamlost at this point. This is probably due to all the blood lost. Not that the loss of blood would have affected him one way of the other, but since childhood Rev had alway's gotten a little quizzy at the sight of blood. So he probably passed out a few times during the course of the battle. But wait if revery passed out, how the heck did the monster and him keep fighting you ask? Simple, Rev just threw his body into autopilot when he felt himself slipping out of relm of reality(this happens a lot). Oh it is intersting to note that sometime during the battle revery's apprentice fountain had been woking up from of his usual daze, by the sounds of all the fighting. Well actually he had been woking up by revery's quarter staff being broken over the his head, after the dreamlost missed an ill aimed blow at the moster shins, but the end result was the same. Luckily the young dream boy, hadn't a clue that this had occured, and he later chalked up all the swelling to bally being a little more anixous than usual. (note: bally acts as fountain's councious) So anyway, the young lad then used his great powers of observation to discern that something odder than usual was going on. However, Fountain then assumed that this was private matter between revery and his writer block, so decided not to bother them. He then at the urging of bally went far far away as fast as his two legs could take him. (author's note: good help is hard to find) So after an insanely long and semi-comotose battle, the monster retreated back somewhere out of sight in the dark recesses of the dreamlost's bed chamber. And revery now with his even trustier Raven's Beak in hand, lay low to the ground, waiting for the right moment to spring on the monster. Unfortunately the Dreaded Writing's Block was doing the exact same. Hmm, I suppose eventually one of them is going to have to blink... revery the dreamlost "heh" the dream continues... Edited March 11, 2003 by reverie
Vlad Posted March 10, 2003 Report Posted March 10, 2003 lol! This is hillarious. The writing, that is... not the topic. Good luck rev!
reverie Posted March 11, 2003 Author Report Posted March 11, 2003 (edited) thanx.... yep, yep... i still can't spell... or maybe it was too much sluggyfreelance. heh... rev... Edited March 11, 2003 by reverie
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