Thoughts spin around and around in my mind, but I often struggle to catch them in my literary net. They escape, often unused or explode in mild bouts of unnecessary aggression and silliness. Like a pin for a grenade that cannot be found. An explosive mess that needs to settle and focus. Do I write first person or third? I can't always decide on that so lets try third person first for a while eh? Ferris had a small room where he lived most of his life and it was full of lots of books that he enjoyed reading but that he never seemed to finish. His mind would jump from reading to writing to the next idea that popped into his fog like brain. His confusion, like that of most other people, stemmed from himself and yet he would always find a way to blame others for his state of mind. The mere act of reading puzzled him too because he would settle down in his cosy, threadbare brown armchair with a book that he had chosen for himself, but before he could...
The Mistycs Episode Four: Bridge Island The heat from the sun was intense and scorching and the mere act of alighting and mooring the Orchid left beads of perspiration all over their brows. Dreamer looked contented as he scanned the shore and with a mellow smile he said, "I like this island. The heat forms the perfect bed for my train of thought." Wiseman gave a brief nod and with a faint look of scepticism he warned, "But beware of burning Dreamer, the sun god is also the great mischievous deceiver. He gives us the heat that lets our minds and bodies grow but without care it can dominate and wither us." "You are correct as ever Wiseman, " agreed Dreamer, " we must make ourselves a simple shelter. The fallen palm trees and fronds over there look just the job for it. I believe it would be nicer to use already fallen wood than cutting any living palm trees, yes?" The other two smiled and nodded their agree...