One Thousand Word Challenge 171: Struck by an Idea

Time passes on by and slowly things drift away as new things drift closer. However, that is not what this is about. What I am doing is trying to get under a certain amount of time as there is little time left and so I want to blast through this so I can go toward the next thing.

All these bits of writing could be treated like destinations in a sense. There is one that I’ve been hovering around for perhaps far too long, but still it is there and I am here and it seems like I feel safe around this particular point. However, I’m going to try and move on from here and go over there. This is a journey in the way that not doing much is a journey.

Sure, I could argue that this whole thing is a massive collage of stories interconnected in a way that reveals the ultimate shared universe of some sort, but I’m not going to argue that as I am far, far too lazy to try and do that. Instead I’m just going to keep on writing. I’m going to keep on writing and hope that I get this done before my tea goes cold, though considering the speed that I’m writing at at the present moment, I have faith that my tea will not go cold and I have faith that I will get this done i0n a timely manner… I hope.

So anyway, there I was, sitting down and writing this out, when all of a sudden I was struck by something. It was not an object, or at least not a physical one, but rather some sort of inspiration rather than perspiration. It was something that I could take hold of and nurture and grow. Perhaps it could even be called my own.

There was one slight issue, however. It was not actually an idea, but rather the illusion of an idea.

It was nothing new, but to me it seemed new in that p[articular instant. It seemed like it was something that I could grow and develop into something that would be entirely my own, and so I sat there with it and stirred it for a little while, just to see what would come forward and how it could be grown into something far bigger than the sum of its parts.

I sat there and I observed and I kept on observing for a while. I poked and prodded and I stretched and compressed, and I tried to look at the idea from different angles. I then start applying different points of views and I tried to see what they would discern and what they would reveal.

They revealed very little in the way of what it was that I could make use of and grow into something far greater than the sum of its parts.

I knew not what I could do about this, for all my viewing and testing revealed nothing in the end. I could not see anything different and I could not make headway into understanding this idea. As such, I decided that I needed to take a different course of action and as such, it was time to get rid of this idea.

I threw it away, but it returned. I walked away from it, but it stayed with me. I tried ignoring it but it would not leave. It was there and it seemed like I was stuck with it. I had to think about what I could do to get rid of it and shake it off. However, thinking was not revealing a thing. It was not allowing anything else to come to me.

I decided to carry the idea far away, leave it somewhere, and go elsewhere. There was the possibility of leaving it with someone else. I could gift it to someone and they could make use of it, and so I did what I felt I needed to do.

I hopped into the car and I began a long drive. I drove for a long time and that time went from one day to the next. There were stops and there was little sleep, for there needed to be some driving through the night.

Eventually I arrived exactly where I had intended to arrive. I parked the car and, after turning it off and getting out, started walking toward the ocean.

Soon I reached a cliff and I stood there, staring over it. The sound of the waves occasionally crashing as the water heaved and throbbed, and yet most of the sounds were gentle, not violent. Occasionally birds and other creatures could be heard, and a breeze rustled the leaves of the plants. I stared out and thought for a moment.

I thought about what I had and what I was about to do. I thought about what I had learned and what I was yet to learn. I thought about how little had changed and how this idea had not served me in the ways that I had hoped, and so I prepared.

I grabbed the idea. I held it firmly within my hands, and with a conviction I had never felt before, I threw the idea away from me and over the ocean.

I kept my eyes on it and saw it go a fair distance, but I did not see it fall into the ocean.

All of a sudden it began to glow and suddenly grew outward and took the shape of another being. Feathers upon feathers, wings upon wings and entirely something that I recognised as real. I found myself struck with an awe, unable to take my sight away from what I was witnessing. It was then that I realised that what I had was something rather profound.

The idea then came back to me at a steady rate. It was not long before it was close. As soon as it was, it kicked me in the face, then flew off.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 13:14:88

Not great writing. Took a bit of time to get anywhere, but I do like that something came from the initial rambling.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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