This isn't going to be about my book at all - feel free to skip now.
What this is going to be is a written up version of my dream last night. I thought it was quite nice and while it doesn't relate to my novel I want to write it up real quick and I figured I might as well post it here because you people might enjoy it and if nothing else it could give you some insight into my way of thinking and my way of writing.
I won't revise it or spend too much time on it so you'll be getting a rough first-draft thingee. Keep that in mind. This is raw.
So enjoy?
~Dream Time ~~~
The poor creature splashed and tried all it could to escape, but the river continued to twist it and hold it captive. The creature had been carried along by the raging river so long now it had forgotten time and rational thought - all it knew was the river.
It must have been in a cave, or underground, for the rushing cacophony of the water lapping against the rock walls echoed against the low ceiling and threatened to deafen the creature when its head would be above the water and not submerged or waterlogged.
The creature could tell there were banks on the side of the river where other creatures had escaped to - it could hear them talking. Whether they were speaking in a different language or whether the sound of the river was simply drowning them out the creature could not tell, but their words were lost.\The creature itself was never strong enough to reach the banks. It felt so very alone.
Perhaps it is a surprise that this creature could survive such an ordeal for any length of time; this creature was incredibly small. Most human beings would even hesitate to call it a creature. This poor thing, however, Was so very tiny that it did not need as much as us lumbering giants do, and so it persevered.
Days went by. Hours, eons, seconds...time was meaningless. Being tossed and turned and twisted by the rushing water made the brain lose all sense. Taste shut down as there was nothing there to taste, colors were meaningless in a land of darkness with white-spots if water got in your eyes. Sound and touch became enemies. The smell of wet stone became old quickly.
Then.
Wait.
There was a light.
The creature saw it, it knew he saw it. It didn't see it directly but it knew it saw a light.
There!
More lights! Coming from above! The creature twisted with all its might to try and face the direction the current was going and it could see more lights coming down the tunnel.
Soon the roof gave way and bright, blinding - oh so blinding sunlight flooded into the river and warmed the creature. It was too shocking to believe. It hurt to stare at the sunlight but the creature could not help it. As it was still being tossed and turned its view fell to the water below and it saw that on the floor of the river were large stone blocks: were these the blocks that once made up the roof?
Only a minute passed by before the miracle happened.
The river stopped.
Or more correctly: the cave did.
The creature who had been a captive to the currents for so long suddenly found itself being tossed out into the air as the structure that had been carrying the river simply stopped. The water fell straight down but the creature fell at a slightly different trajectory and for the first time in longer than it could remember found itself free from the water's grasp.
It looked around.
After so long in the dark, it viewed the world through lenses of water-colors. Everything was perfect and beautiful.
As the river fell to the Earth far below the creature knew it should be worried about gravity too, but it simply stretched out its long disused wings, and after a few flaps to get out the dampness, it took off.
The fly remembered now that it had fallen in the strange tunnel miles back and had gotten swept in. It was sure not to make the same mistake again.
It would live life to the fullest. It would cherish this second chance it had been given.
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Far below, two farmers were watching the river - now a waterfall - and discussing the sight.
"I sure hope the Roman Empire stop lazing about and get that Aqueduct fixed."
Love,
Skinner
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