Writing Challenge Day 5 - post 3.
From a random plot generator I got this:
A man in his late twenties, who is very secretive.
A woman in her early forties, who can be quite sensitive.
The story begins in a hovel.
A close friend has a terminal illness.
It's a story about a life or death decision.
Your character investigates with the help of a good friend
Would you like to swing on a star - Bob Smeets
Sarah was astonished, "That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."
"I truly meant it." Lenoir smiled.
"Where have you been all my life?"
Lenoir laughed mightily - A long laugh that reverberated through the little hovel, "You can only imagine."
"So, are you here to prevent... you know, prevent what I came here to do?"
"You can do whatever you want, Sarah, I just hope you choose to keep fighting."
"I'm a wreck - a train wreck!"
"That is true!" Lenoir laughed again, in all honesty.
Sarah moved past Lenoir, feeling his presence as she walked by him, and went outside. It was getting dark. The pinks and oranges were starting to show in the sky. She turned her back against the wind, which was sweeping down off the mountains. She still planned on killing herself. Hopefully this strange boy leaves, she thought. Perhaps after, later when he is gone.
Lenoir walked outside and stood next to Sarah, "I actually need your help. Since you were going to kill yourself anyway."
"What do you want?"
"Like I said, I need balance. There is a man in a place that I can't reach to. I keep getting lost trying to find him. I need you to stabilize the situation so that I can grab him."
"OK, sounds weird..."
"It is weird, you would be perfect at it, though, that's for sure."
"I'm not perfect at anything."
"I disagree. In any case, it is very dangerous and you may die. Which is what you want isn't it?"
Sarah could only think of death, it was true. Sure she might be able to elbow out all her personal demons, but that would take time, extreme effort, and a lot of meditating. Her sorrow would come back again and again. Her mood would fluctuate so much that she would contemplate killing herself in a week. And there was something sweet about this boy, something she knew she couldn't pass up. Whoever, or whatever, he is, he sure is inspiring.
"Alright, tell me everything."
"I'm going to go to another realm. The realm of faerie. There is someone I need to find there and bring him back here. Who and why doesn't really pertain to you. But your fluctuations of mood can be very useful to this task. You can draw people to you. There's something about how your mood works - heightened and raw - that draws certain energies to you. And you don't even have to do anything special. Just stay here and hold this rope." Lenoir pulled a 3 inch yellow rope out of his satchel and handed it to Sarah, "Can you do that?"
"Sure... I thought you said it would be dangerous... that sounds easy."
"You are my connection, once I enter the faerie realm. You are a bridge, essentially. There's no telling what might also attach it self to the rope. There are many things in the faerie realm and some of them are certainly not pleasant. With your hidden power, some unwelcome things may be drawn to you, and we do not want that. It is a risk. On one hand I will be able to find the one I'm looking for but on the other we may attract things we don't want."
Sarah took a deep breath, "OK, let's do this."
The air was breezy and blowing wildly for a summer night. Was the rush of wind an omen? Lenoir wraps one end of the rope around his body and ties a knot in it. He nodded to her, "You ready?" She nodded back and then watched Lenoir walk a couple feet forward and then jump - rather dive - straight into the earth. He was gone, with only the rope sticking out of the earth, that she held tightly.
To be continued...
Bob Smeets
"Where have you been all my life?"
Lenoir laughed mightily - A long laugh that reverberated through the little hovel, "You can only imagine."
"So, are you here to prevent... you know, prevent what I came here to do?"
"You can do whatever you want, Sarah, I just hope you choose to keep fighting."
"I'm a wreck - a train wreck!"
"That is true!" Lenoir laughed again, in all honesty.
Sarah moved past Lenoir, feeling his presence as she walked by him, and went outside. It was getting dark. The pinks and oranges were starting to show in the sky. She turned her back against the wind, which was sweeping down off the mountains. She still planned on killing herself. Hopefully this strange boy leaves, she thought. Perhaps after, later when he is gone.
Lenoir walked outside and stood next to Sarah, "I actually need your help. Since you were going to kill yourself anyway."
"What do you want?"
"Like I said, I need balance. There is a man in a place that I can't reach to. I keep getting lost trying to find him. I need you to stabilize the situation so that I can grab him."
"OK, sounds weird..."
"It is weird, you would be perfect at it, though, that's for sure."
"I'm not perfect at anything."
"I disagree. In any case, it is very dangerous and you may die. Which is what you want isn't it?"
Sarah could only think of death, it was true. Sure she might be able to elbow out all her personal demons, but that would take time, extreme effort, and a lot of meditating. Her sorrow would come back again and again. Her mood would fluctuate so much that she would contemplate killing herself in a week. And there was something sweet about this boy, something she knew she couldn't pass up. Whoever, or whatever, he is, he sure is inspiring.
"Alright, tell me everything."
"I'm going to go to another realm. The realm of faerie. There is someone I need to find there and bring him back here. Who and why doesn't really pertain to you. But your fluctuations of mood can be very useful to this task. You can draw people to you. There's something about how your mood works - heightened and raw - that draws certain energies to you. And you don't even have to do anything special. Just stay here and hold this rope." Lenoir pulled a 3 inch yellow rope out of his satchel and handed it to Sarah, "Can you do that?"
"Sure... I thought you said it would be dangerous... that sounds easy."
"You are my connection, once I enter the faerie realm. You are a bridge, essentially. There's no telling what might also attach it self to the rope. There are many things in the faerie realm and some of them are certainly not pleasant. With your hidden power, some unwelcome things may be drawn to you, and we do not want that. It is a risk. On one hand I will be able to find the one I'm looking for but on the other we may attract things we don't want."
Sarah took a deep breath, "OK, let's do this."
The air was breezy and blowing wildly for a summer night. Was the rush of wind an omen? Lenoir wraps one end of the rope around his body and ties a knot in it. He nodded to her, "You ready?" She nodded back and then watched Lenoir walk a couple feet forward and then jump - rather dive - straight into the earth. He was gone, with only the rope sticking out of the earth, that she held tightly.
To be continued...
Bob Smeets
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