Part of my healing in 2019 is to regain my creativity; to write again. At least a few minutes a day. Competing with this desire, is the reality that I have to limit my time on the computer, dramatically due to an increase in pain levels. So, I will turn to old tech: a pen and paper for the most part. Today, I had to turn my beast on for other reasons, and found myself floating to mlmm. The Sunday Writing prompt intrigued me. I felt words flowing, so I tried to capture some on this screen.
Below is the writing prompt in it’s entirety. The opening image for this post goes with the text. My response which follows the description of our task is a total writing in the raw and write out of my head experience: a free write which I tried to keep my inner editor unaware of. I had to distract her with another task.
“From the outside the Asylum of the Obscure has the appearance of a fortress or a castle. To enter you must pass through a portal. The air surrounding the blue light is warm and slightly electric, it feels oddly pleasant like the prickly, endorphin-laden rush brought on by good music. On exiting you find that tears have gathered in the corners of your eyes. Inside the building has a rather nondescript, institutional quality. Despite being occupied by monsters it still looks functional as if the former tenants had only just stepped out. You gather that it is a research facility/hospital. The casual, homey decor of the sleeping quarters suggests a mental institution or rehabilitation facility. At first glance it seems that everything that occurred behind these walls was above board. The rooms are spacious and clean and there are no locks on any of the doors. As for the monsters they seem preoccupied and your arrival goes unremarked, maybe even unnoticed. It does not seem to be in your best interest to draw unnecessary attention to yourself, better to complete your objective without drawing an audience. Moving deeper into the bowels one is confronted with technology the likes of which exceed both the realms of possibility and imagination. Although the machines are functioning their purpose is unclear and no amount of button pressing will reveal their secrets to you. You get the distinct sense that you are simply not smart enough to make use of any of the equipment. Androids meander through the passages cleaning and repairing damage as if in expectation of an honored guest. These androids are so lifelike in both appearance and mannerism that it takes you several glances to notice that they have wheels instead of feet and metal wings protruding from their backs. They ignore you unless spoken to, they appear undisturbed by your snooping/prodding and neither impede nor assist your efforts. Although there is nothing to suggest that torture has ever taken place within this vast, incomprehensible laboratory it still gives you the creeps. Just outside of the laboratory is a garden walled in by glass. You cannot see from one end to the other and it is hard to gauge the scope for all the trees and flowers. The trees have a presence that strikes you as being almost human, more than human perhaps which both unsettles and intrigues you. They do not seem hostile but you sense that they are wary of your presence.
Using the setting above write a story or poem. You can choose to focus on just one area such as the lab, the main part of the institute, or the garden or you can go through each space. You can focus on what has distracted the monsters, gaining control of an android/accessing their data, interacting with the trees instead of retrieving a main quest item that is totally up to you. You can focus on the purpose of the facility. You can focus on elaborate descriptions of one or more of the beings or a very detailed description of your adventurer or adventuring party. The monsters and trees have not been described so that you can imagine them for yourselves. How sentient the creatures are and how aggressive is also up to you. Your adventurer could even be a patient with a mental illness who just thinks they are seeing and witnessing these things. This whole thing could just be a video game/dream and be totally secondary to another plot. Take as much creative license as you want.”
I wrote almost 300 words – good for me these days – and I present it here as another part of my healing: sharing some of my writing: by times creative; introspective; or mental health related. Moving away from the “literary” to the “literal.”
THE dream again. The haunting one leaving me discomforted and wheezed. If I broke the code perhaps. . . Well, maybe I could infiltrate the lock upon my door. Send the heavy metal flying against the jamb. Cross the lintel . . .
I dare not visit that possibility. The alternate reality where I escape. Fly across the shiny, slippy metal floors. Fuse with the machines as the Guard-ians pass by announced by the fluttering of their titanium wings.
Reach Eden; whisper Paradise Lost and the Jericho tree will bend down a leafy branch. I snuggle into the soft greenness; the caress of foliage against my touch-starved skin. Tears trickle; how long since my eyes seared in the heat of isolation?
As I rise with the stretching, nimble branch, glass ceiling melts, dripping prismatic raindrops, breaking into million tiny rainbows. Light, sudden, sharp, piercing, invades mind, blurring land-scape with escape.
Reach for passing cloud, all fluff and huff and hurry. Catch it’s rump, and sail, loose and easy across pastel blue-dyed sky. Suspended above prison-home.
The grind and gringe of metal startles. Loose grip and fall, unrestrained and streaming. Crash landing on thin-mattressed iron bed, pretend still sleeping as familiar shadow crosses floor. Clang and clatter. Food and water arrive to last another eternity.
Squeeze shut my eyes, “to sleep, perchance to dream.” THE dream. Pass portal to that alternative reality. Where I reach shores of Xanadu or jetty upon River Styx?
For mlmm Sunday Writing Prompt: Asylum of the Obscure
January 21, 2019 at 2:48 pm
Haunting and beautiful. It reminded me of the 28 days I spent in a mental health facility, scared but somehow knowing that I was where I needed to be. What a lovely post!
January 21, 2019 at 2:12 pm
I hope you will indeed write more in 2019! You really take us on wonderful journeys in your stories, and this is no exception.
January 21, 2019 at 1:13 pm
So glad your back , as mindlovemisery says how about recording audio blogs 💜
January 21, 2019 at 1:00 pm
I have missed you and your gift. Have you considered voice to text? That way you can be in any position you like? This was a lovely, inspired piece of work and reminded me of a very vivid and interesting dream I had last night that has sort of slipped through the cracks in my memory but for a vague concept.
January 21, 2019 at 9:36 am
That’s beautiful. And so happy you are writing more again. This was a wonderful post. Be sure to give the Tags Chronic Illness and Pain along with the others. People need to see the creativity that can flow from one in so much pain, and they will understand your limitations.
Wonderful post my friend.