After a long day of running, she discovered that her hands had grown a fountain pen.
Now Maria had barely even had time to stop to think let alone process what had just happened. Each of her hands had its own fountain pen growing out from her index fingers. She had been concentrating rather hard on how badly she needed to begin her bullet journal for the month during her run. Thoughts of how she was behind on her Youtube channel filming schedule on the set up of the journal, how she hadn’t even picked a theme yet.
Each of her hands had its own fountain pen growing out from her index fingers. She had been concentrating rather hard on how badly she needed to begin her bullet journal for the month during her run. Thoughts of how she was behind on her Youtube channel filming schedule on the set up of the journal and how she hadn’t even picked a theme yet.
Would apples be too obvious for September and back to school?
With her new full-time course load at the local college just having begun and balancing her newly acquired management position at the local pet supply shop, she wasn’t sure how she was going to work her hobbies into her life anymore. Lamenting this new lack of focus she had pounded the pavement so hard this Saturday that all she wanted to do was clear her head. Instead, it seemed her focus had been a bit too much and now she had these fountain pens growing out of her fingertips.
She would laugh if she didn’t feel so stressed out. Was she having a stroke? Was she suffering from heat exhaustion? Can you have a psychotic break this early in your life?
She shook her head to clear it as she spotted the water fountain up ahead. Dehydration can cause hallucinations sometimes.
Maria shuffled up to the fountain and paused to figure out how to properly maneuver her hands to make the water come out without damaging the tips of the pens. She wiped her mouth with the back of her left hand and audibly sighed.
Okay, fountain pens, stressing myself out. Water fountain. Thirsty. The obvious connection there.
Maria blinked a few times and as she took a few more deep cleansing breaths. She looked back down at her hands and wiggled her fingers around. There now. Just normal index fingers. I’m not losing my mind, I’m just overthinking and imagining.
Smiling as she reached her arms above her head for a yummy cooling down stretch, she refocused her thoughts.
Get back to my dorm, shower, change, get out my camera, film, worry about editing tomorrow. I may actually manage a full night of sleep for a change! Must set alarm for early shift tomorrow.
Instead, Maria fell into bed exhausted after her shower. With heavy eyes, she fell into a deep sleep.
It wasn’t until later that morning, waking up late for her shift that the fountain pens appeared again. Maria realized she had some cause for concern.
Page 53 Inspiration.
Begin in medias res.
Surrealism Exercise, Or Thinking Outside The Box.
First the writer’s ability to access his/her unconscious, second is the writer’s willingness to take risks. Each writer has his/her own tastes and proclivities, naturally, and may or may not have a fondness or a desire to delve into surrealism.
Off to a great start! I woke up at 4am really excited to delve into this first day both of writing and of September!
Hello September! I am doing my own self-imposed writing challenge this month using the Now Write book series to do so. I will NOT be posting every single day. Maybe just a few here or there that I especially like for whatever reason. Enjoy!