(#21 off the Super Sappy Prompts list: “I’m better when I’m with you.”)
It’s an experiment based on a hypothesis based on a coincidence. They’re sharing a room on a roadie, and Nursey has been stuck in a dry spell for a week and a half now. The words just haven’t been coming the way he wants them to, and he’s starting to feel dried out, like all the creative juices have been wrung out of him by school stress and lack of sleep. Maybe it’ll never come back. Maybe he’s just done. All washed up by the tender age of twenty.
He’s not even trying to write as he watches Dex from across the room, tracking his fidgets and expressions as he sits hunched over his laptop frowning at the screen. It’s been a while since he and Dex have been in the same room for an extended period of time – a fortnight, about. Dex has been on a project, and Nursey started isolating himself about when the drought hit. But it was nice to sit with him on the bus today, and it’s nice to dump his bag near the bed and just relax, hands behind his head, and drink in his presence. It feels like something he’s been missing for far too long.
Nursey’s not sure what it is that makes the words start coming back, but it’s like a cloudburst on a hot day – a few lines, scattered drops against a parched sidewalk, then all at once he’s drowning.
He writes for four hours that night. His poems are full of microchips and anger, all about the gray morality of man against the rigidity of binary code, and by one a.m., when he should really be getting his beauty rest for tomorrow’s game, he’s starting to formulate a theory.
The theory is that maybe being in Dex’s proximity jumpstarts his creativity. In a phrase, Dex inspires him.
elderly lesbians & bi women being in love & spending their lives together & becoming bickering old ladies who know everything about eachother & have loved eachother for 40 years who have wedding anniversaries and are known by the whole town as a duo and who can’t imagine living without eachother
And one day, she snapped. The tears began to flow, and they fell and fell and fell from her tired eyes as she turned away to run, to hide, to do anything to get away. To escape. It was cowardly, yes, but it was all she had left. Maybe she was running away from herself. Or, maybe running away had become who she was.
Cloudburst is an Americanism whose construction is similar to, and may be a translation of, the German noun with the same meaning, Wolkenbruch. It entered English in the early 1800s.
“Sunrise doesn’t last all morning, a cloudburst doesn’t last all day, seems my love is up and has left you with no warning. It’s not always going to be this grey. All things must pass, all things must pass away.”
- George Harrison
Vocabulary can help a lot with setting and creating a word list on your setting can help you get beyond the uninteresting words everyone else uses. For example, here are 20 words associated with rain.
Now, keep going. The words you add will be the creative ones that you have to work for, once you’ve cleared out the ones that come immediately to mind. Finish by writing a paragraph or two that involves rain, using the words you came up with.
Y’ALL MY HAND SLIPPED AND I WROTE MORE KAGEHINA *SCREAM* SOMEONE STOP ME BEFORE I GET CARPAL TUNNEL
((For my dear @tolhinata who gave me this idea a couple weeks ago.))
Hinata likes to draw. Some people would call it doodling, maybe; he can draw people and trees and things (he’s gotten really good at shading apples and other fruits in still lifes), but he’d rather draw patterns.
Once he got to second year, coach informed him that he needed to work an art class into his curriculum before he reached third year or he’d have trouble meeting requirements to graduate. Yachi had suggested drawing when he’d told her, and once he started his first class he found he actually kinda liked it. He was surprised he could find something he could get excited about… at school.
What he really likes to do, though, is draw on Kageyama.