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barbarafettYesterday, the 15th, was another haiku day for me. Here's what I wrote.
Today, I wrote another snippet of "Christy's Reawakening." This continues on from the last one I posted.
Vicki started the van and turned right onto the street. At the first corner she came to, she turned left, then left again after a short distance. She slowed the van down as they passed by a building that stood alone by the side of the road, with a few cars parked beside it. Its neon sign read: The Subreality Cafe.
“This, Christy,” said Vicki, “is the living heart of this city, the place where it all began: the Subreality Cafe. There is a Writer who goes by the pen name of Kielle. We call her the Scribe, because she was the first to write a story set here in Subreality. Following her lead, other Writers began to write about how their characters spent their time here when they weren't appearing in stories. With the contributions of so many Writers, the city started to take on a life of its own. Kielle created this Cafe, but most of the other important places I'm going to show you were created by other Writers.”
“So Daydream Dome is Amy's contribution to the whole,” said Christy.
“That's right,” said Vicki.
“Have you been to the Cafe?”
“No, actually. I'm not old enough to drink. Many of us who are underage frequent the Magic Caverns Cafe, which was specifically designed to be kid-friendly. We're going to pass it later on, probably.”
“What do you mean, probably?”
“Since Subreality is created and maintained purely by imagination, it's constantly changing, and things often move around in relation to each other. Like right now, I know I'm going to the House of Strange Dimensions, but I don't know exactly where it is today, or how to get there. That's okay, though, because around here, if you know your destination, you'll always get there if you just sort of follow your instincts.”
“Weird,” said Christy.
By now, the van had turned around and headed into what seemed to be the center of town. Christy was now looking out the window of the van at the people passing by on the sidewalks. She was now realizing just what it meant to be in a realm where anyone from any fictional world that had ever been dreamed up could appear. Many of the people she saw looked perfectly normal, but she spotted the colorful outfits of superheroes, military uniforms of every description, and even wizards' cloaks and robes among the crowds.
Today, I wrote another snippet of "Christy's Reawakening." This continues on from the last one I posted.
Vicki started the van and turned right onto the street. At the first corner she came to, she turned left, then left again after a short distance. She slowed the van down as they passed by a building that stood alone by the side of the road, with a few cars parked beside it. Its neon sign read: The Subreality Cafe.
“This, Christy,” said Vicki, “is the living heart of this city, the place where it all began: the Subreality Cafe. There is a Writer who goes by the pen name of Kielle. We call her the Scribe, because she was the first to write a story set here in Subreality. Following her lead, other Writers began to write about how their characters spent their time here when they weren't appearing in stories. With the contributions of so many Writers, the city started to take on a life of its own. Kielle created this Cafe, but most of the other important places I'm going to show you were created by other Writers.”
“So Daydream Dome is Amy's contribution to the whole,” said Christy.
“That's right,” said Vicki.
“Have you been to the Cafe?”
“No, actually. I'm not old enough to drink. Many of us who are underage frequent the Magic Caverns Cafe, which was specifically designed to be kid-friendly. We're going to pass it later on, probably.”
“What do you mean, probably?”
“Since Subreality is created and maintained purely by imagination, it's constantly changing, and things often move around in relation to each other. Like right now, I know I'm going to the House of Strange Dimensions, but I don't know exactly where it is today, or how to get there. That's okay, though, because around here, if you know your destination, you'll always get there if you just sort of follow your instincts.”
“Weird,” said Christy.
By now, the van had turned around and headed into what seemed to be the center of town. Christy was now looking out the window of the van at the people passing by on the sidewalks. She was now realizing just what it meant to be in a realm where anyone from any fictional world that had ever been dreamed up could appear. Many of the people she saw looked perfectly normal, but she spotted the colorful outfits of superheroes, military uniforms of every description, and even wizards' cloaks and robes among the crowds.
