Without Being Burned

I tried to explain this in my short story Today is the Day I Die, and I couldn't get it right. But I managed this time :)

She was a writer. I could tell by her eyes. I've met people who claim to be writers, who claim to be poets, but I've met a rare few who actually were.

As I said, I could tell by her eyes. They were dark, dark brown, but that's not the point. They were watching something. Something that wasn't really there. A scene her words had painted in her head, only waiting to spill forth from her fingers into the ink and then to its final resting place on a sheet of paper. They were staring off into this tiny universe she had created, watching the characters do whatever it is they're doing. Something sweet, or happy, by the way her lips twitch up slightly as her hand unconsciously clicks her pen in a rhythm that sounds like rain. She blinks, interrupting the scene and she looks around her for a moment, realizing she's not in the world of her creation, but back to lowly earth, with it's icy, paved streets and metal buildings and tragedies. She takes a second, blinking away the star dust that fell on her eyes as she traveled the universe and clicks her pen, frantically bringing the pen to paper and scribbling for a long time. I watch as her eyes glaze over again, but her hand still writes swirling figures.

What I would give to escape this world, even if only between blinks of my eyelids. I envy her, and her ability to fly across fields of stars, scoop her hand through Saturn's rings, to orbit the sun and dance among the flames without being burned, then to completely disappear, separate herself from all that is possible and create a waking dream in which whatever she desires comes true.

Even if only for the second that the word is written down, between blinks of star dust coated eyes.

Author's Note

reviews please!
halfway through I got inspired by Drops of Jupiter by Train lol

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a very good writer. The story held my attention. I wanted to know more. I like the strong statements allowing the reader to feel the desire of the story.
"What I would give to escape this world, even if only between blinks of my eyelids."
Thank you for the excellent story.
Coyote

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Beautiful! ...and so, so true to the reality of imagination. The craft is within you.

[A.C. Davis]

Mah gosh, this is so brilliant! I loved it! Completely and totally true that when a writer writes they go off to their own little world! or at least I do... Anyways, this was so good, I love your work!

[Sophie]

Thank you!

[Lumière Dé..]

Nailed it. Completely and utterly nailed it.

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Great story! I think u did very well in describing the character. That's sometimes how I feel when I'm doing stories. 100/100 :)

[luv2dream]

This is amazing. The sentences were captivating me. It enchanted me and enticed me to keep reading. I like this and will remember this for a long time, if not a long time the rest of my life! :)

[Odayin]

Ugh, the first time I wrote this review it got deleted:/
Anyway, I really like your style in this and the idea altogether.
The words you used were great really, but you didn't overdo it which was nice because it created a beautiful flow throughout the story with lengthy, sweet sounding sentences.
All this is true really, there's a lot of hints people don't realize about themselves or other people and it's great to read about some who do. Inlove watching people in this kind of action.
"as her hand unconsciously clicks her pen in a rhythm that sounds like rain"
I never realized it, but it really does. Nice observation Sophie!
Just a great story all in all.

[Sophie]

thanks you :)

[Sophie]

*thank

[Lydia]

I really like this! I

[Sophie]

I think it got cut off, did you try to put a heart or something? Thos don't show up and they cut off the whole reast of the review :/

[Sophie]

And thanks lol

[Amanda]

I like it :) Good job as always Sophie