Sometimes I get my head out of the gutter and write other fiction than just smutty pieces of cute boys from good dramas. This is one of those moments.
I had a strange inspiration when I sat in this café that resulted in this original fiction. Header is below and short story is here or to the right in my usual listing.
Title: Coffee Club
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Summary: What if you really looked at the person in front of you. No, really, really noticed them. What could you not learn?
Excerpt: “So many creatures, so many personalities all unique in their own way. None of them multiplied, ever. ”
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Word count: ~1100
Rating: K (original)
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Thanks: To my regular café that inspired this short story. Thanks to Frank Herbert that first used the term "singular multiplicity".
A very nice original story, that I read just before going to bed. Beautiful and so incredibly positive. I won't look at my Chai latte the same way again (I guess it works for foamy tea too!). The foam, the texture, the chasm of possibilities, the guide who helps, the magnificence of relationships, the light bubbly atmosphere.
ReplyDeleteStrangely enough, while absorbing the story and its multiple rhythms, I found myself getting more and more engrossed in it, as I recognised so many a moment in time and space where I experienced the void. And got dizzy from it. Pascal talked about it and was scared, Paul Atreides faced it and discovered true illumination.
A very sensitive, "à fleur de peau" account of an extraordinary ordinary event. You wrote beautifully as usual: your writing is like music to me, an ocean with its eigenmodes of vibration that you alone have discovered and know how to wield (I am getting close to being non original in my comments if you continue on this path).
Please disappoint me so I can come back to my life unscathed. :)
Yes, sometimes I feel as Muad'dib facing the palce inside me where others cannot look - it is terrifying yet once you have done it it gets easier with time. As if your mind once stretched by the idea never regains its normal dimensions again.
Deletehmm...I don't wanna dissapoint, instead I will strive to awe...so you better be prepared!
I have to add something to my previous comment: I just loved the way you portayed the whimsical and mysterious lady, who eventually disappears by enchantment in a gust of wind, as if all of this was just a dream. Yet the scent lingers in the air. Ah, very delicate indeed.
ReplyDeleteYes, I actually molded her after Luna in Harry Potter - since I adore this character :D
DeleteThis fanfic I read a while ago but I didn't have time too comment which I apologize for this is so beautiful, magnificent nothing like I have ever read before it really makes me amazed at peoples imagination since some people have such a vivid and intriguing imagination lol
ReplyDeleteHahaha, yes I guess my brain is sort of unique... Thanks a lot!
DeleteHAHA but it's true,,,,, I love this very much you know I now think of coffee differently now since I actually admittedly don't drink it lol but maybe when I'm older I'll become more accustomed and start to take a liking to the taste
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