A hole

This is a sketch pad exercise for the idea bubbling up in my mind, it has not been thought through yet, cue blog.

A friend leaps to their death not knowing at all what that might be, they fall, and fall and fall. At first they scream, but after that finishes a conversation ensues.

Random guy - are you done, now?

Friend - done? With what?

Rg - Screaming. It is a phase, been trying to understand the purpose myself.

Friend - I scream because of that feeling, sensory overload, they say.

Rg -  You get accustomed to the feeling. Who are they?

Friend - who are you?

Rg - Just a fellow gallery, been falling for so so long now. I would pray, but I am wondering if it would make a difference or not.

Friend - religious guy, huh? I was what people call "intellectual".

Rg - Really? What's that mean?

Friend - um, (laughing) I refused to fall for anything, unless it was proven.

Rg - (laughing, too) Really, and how were things proved in this world?

Friend - by how you sensed it, I guess. Wait! You mean to say you came from another world? How did you even get here?

Rg - I am not sure what worlds are anymore so, I can't answer that, but this is a definable uhhhh.. place? So, I call it a different world. As to how I got here, I fell bigtime. I was told love was the greatest mystery, never solved, and that thus Hole held the secrets of the whole world, so I jumped in looking for Love. What brings you here?

Ok, now I am laughing too hard to continue.

Partial song - Perfect, actually

I only have one serious question
Do you believe
That things will work out?
Well, I do, and if I don't...
Hey now, I am just kidding about don't cause I do.
I believe everything will be fine,
Even better than fine.
I hope
Everything will be fine,
Perfect, actually.

Lightning

Why did you come here?
Did you see lightning?
Don't they say lightning never strikes the same place twice?

In my life, I've seen flashes of light
In my dreams, I've seen stars reappear, but nothing on heaven or earth would agree to concieve how he loved again.

Quick plot

Briefly, this needs to be fleshed out but a quick idea for now, one falls madly in love with another who is truly in love with another who loves them in return.

Maybe briefly the true love relationship is tested worthy of true love, and the other almost wins their heart, but at last reasons that it cannot be worthy love if another is already in honest to goodness true love with them.

Whoah! Good thing I know what I mean cause there is a whole lotta pronouns in that there writing.

Mostly, I just want to see if I can lead others to consider what the heck we mean by "true" love.
j

in her garden

Once there was a little lass who kept there in her garden
a wren or two, a duck who flew, and a goldfish who n'er strayed.

As she fed the garden plants, she nourished them quite well
The bird could leave but chose to stay, but the goldfish lived in hell.
But, where would you go, the wee one asked while feeding all her flock.
If you could, you'd leave this day and see the terrors of reality.

But, you my fish are truly mine, forever here to play.
For there is no way for your escape, So happy we will be!
Swim around then, back and forth, spending all the day
In a cool clear crystalline stream, your every need I will provide!

...

A novel in two parts

Simply it is about two personas who have their own stories but, actually it is the same stories seen though two eyes. It explores the spirit of a person, what if two spirits shared one body, this will ne two stories in one book. and at the end the two figure out what really is, and it is something that can hardly be comprehended it seems so "out there" impossible. All along the two created explanations for things that could be understood no other way.

I was thinking this, and my microwave broke.

Ok, this is a pure piece of Fantasy. If it becomes a book I will just call it Alvin.

There was a young woman who was betrothed to a man she did not love, I know that much sounds typical. That is her reason (not being a coward) for not ever telling Alvin that she loved him, although, she pretty much knew that he loved her though he would never dare to say such. Then, as fate had it, the day of her wedding He died, Wait, Who is he? Surely, you didn't kill the husband on his wedding, that would be too cruel! No, Alvin died of little to no consequence to anyone.

So, the impediment to her happiness was gone, hahaha, unless I brought Alvin back as a ghost or zombie! No, he is dead, though not really finished living. His dreams were so strong his will sort of survives still today. Cue the heroine of my story. She is a college girl named Rebecca Rose Bishop who attends Dartmouth College, she is a descendent of the original young woman.

The Story follows the life and happenings of Rebecca as followed curiously by Alvin, unbeknownst to our heroine.