So I sat down to write my ficlet today and discovered I was in a very difficult mood. I looked at the prompt word. Shortly after this, I glared at the word. Soon to follow was a rather disparaging remark, shot in the prompt word’s direction.
To conclude: did not like this week’s word.
But that’s neither here nor there, really. All that matters is that it inspires a ficlet. Alas, all it inspired was a five word phrase that irritated me more than anything.
So I decided to write about that irritation. I also wanted to try out something I’ve been thinking of lately, as far as structure goes. The sentences all seem to have a strange sort of rhythm... to me, at least. When I read over the ficlet, I felt as though I should be reading it aloud to get the full effect.
At any rate, I hope you all enjoy reading it.
Title: Reluctance
Fandom: Original
Rating: G
Word count: 232 words
Prompt word: mystic
I don’t want to do it.
Don’t want to waste my time - I don’t want to do it.
Got better things to do. Don’t want to waste my time. I don’t want to do it.
I could write the words down but they’d mean nothing at all. Or I could just ignore them and leave them to the wind.
“Not a man - a mystic.”
What’s it mean anyway? Where does it go? Where’s the story and the plot and the motivation?
No, I don’t want to do it.
Don’t want to waste my time.
Got better things to do.
I could dream instead. I could stare out of the window and watch the clouds go by. I could imagine another life; another way; another set of rules.
I could revel in my laziness.
Because I don’t want to do it.
Then why does the phrase haunt my mind? Why won’t it leave me alone? Why can’t it accept its banishment and die quietly?
“Not a man - a mystic.”
Maybe it does go somewhere. Maybe there is a plot. Maybe I could even find some motivation.
Or maybe I just need to teach my imagination who's in charge here. Because I have better things to do than to interrogate a meaningless phrase and ask why it wants to be a story.
I’d rather not waste my time.
I don’t want to do it.
Comments and criticisms are most appreciated. :D
To conclude: did not like this week’s word.
But that’s neither here nor there, really. All that matters is that it inspires a ficlet. Alas, all it inspired was a five word phrase that irritated me more than anything.
So I decided to write about that irritation. I also wanted to try out something I’ve been thinking of lately, as far as structure goes. The sentences all seem to have a strange sort of rhythm... to me, at least. When I read over the ficlet, I felt as though I should be reading it aloud to get the full effect.
At any rate, I hope you all enjoy reading it.
Title: Reluctance
Fandom: Original
Rating: G
Word count: 232 words
Prompt word: mystic
I don’t want to do it.
Don’t want to waste my time - I don’t want to do it.
Got better things to do. Don’t want to waste my time. I don’t want to do it.
I could write the words down but they’d mean nothing at all. Or I could just ignore them and leave them to the wind.
“Not a man - a mystic.”
What’s it mean anyway? Where does it go? Where’s the story and the plot and the motivation?
No, I don’t want to do it.
Don’t want to waste my time.
Got better things to do.
I could dream instead. I could stare out of the window and watch the clouds go by. I could imagine another life; another way; another set of rules.
I could revel in my laziness.
Because I don’t want to do it.
Then why does the phrase haunt my mind? Why won’t it leave me alone? Why can’t it accept its banishment and die quietly?
“Not a man - a mystic.”
Maybe it does go somewhere. Maybe there is a plot. Maybe I could even find some motivation.
Or maybe I just need to teach my imagination who's in charge here. Because I have better things to do than to interrogate a meaningless phrase and ask why it wants to be a story.
I’d rather not waste my time.
I don’t want to do it.
Comments and criticisms are most appreciated. :D