Here’s my contribution to this week’s Picture it & Write Enjoy:
My gloves, my pearls… My ballerina shoes. I left them all behind as I lead myself away from the life I had had to endure.
Indeed, it was over…
I Think WAY Too Much!
This French quote from François Mauriac very much describes my main motivation for siding with evil characters in my stories. I can’t really translate it though, because in English it won’t have that same impact it had on me, you see… The French language has a particular (charming and poetic) style that I just can’t reproduce in English. But basically, Mauriac tells us that he prefers to write on those who are ‘evil’ and unconventional instead of those who are good and virtuous.
I can totally understand why. (And I totally understand Mauriac thus that’s why I’m in love with his book, Thérèse Desqueyroux).
It prosecutes, with no mercy. It spreads fear and sadness. It divides.
My father once told me not to write controversial, unconventional stories or ‘blasphemous’ ones. I read between the lines: people will judge and condemn – their narrow-mindedness will crush me down.
So I tried. To do as he had said.
But I couldn’t.
Here’s this week’s contribution to Picture it & Write:
I stared at the starry night that offered this last day of the year. All my people were in joy, in celebration. It would be soon the end, yet the beginning. No one and nothing would dare miss this day, this hour. All the stars were present. All the colours in the sky as well: blue, purple, red, pink…
Midnight would soon strike.
So this is Christmas…
But what have you done?
That night I saw an angel fall from the sky. Her golden hair gradually lost its shine as she reached the ground. Her beautiful white gown was stained with dirt. I could not see her eyes or her face, but I knew that she was the loveliest thing that could ever exist on Earth. She looked so fragile and innocent.
The loud music beat the walls of the hall and echoed through my ears unintelligibly while the multicoloured lights wobbled around. The scent of food and alcohol swarmed over the place, mingled with sweat. The bodies swayed and jumped all over the dancefloor. There were shouts and sing-along’s.
But I took no notice. None of them caught my attention. I was frozen in the middle of all this strange chaotic party, which had been organised by the drama club in honour of the new semester. I forgot all about my little black sleeveless dress which stuck uncomfortably to my skin and the glass of champagne my hand was holding for hours. Nothing mattered.
Do you believe in what some would call the uplifting of human consciousness? Do you believe in not only physical but mental evolution? What happens when someone has achieved a level of higher consciousness and sees with new sharpened eyes, hears with more sensitive ears, smells things that are kilometres away? What is going on as every little part of the world has opened up for us to see things clearer… for us to understand and know better?
Have you ever felt like you have the strong urge to weep, yet without any reason? Have you ever felt like you could not stop laughing even if there was nothing funny at all? That was exactly what was happening to me.
Back to the ‘Unpredicted’ series! So here’s this week’s picture it and write:
With years of perseverance and practice, a vampire was able to refrain from jumping at any human being and sucking all their blood. That was why I, Clare, was still alive, although a few moments earlier, Caleb, who I once thought was a very close friend but who turned out to be a bloodsucking vampire, had been draining a poor man, hidden in the fogs, on the bridge that separated the sophisticated city and the dark evergreen forest.
A bridge, it created a link between two different worlds, it made way for us to discover new horizons. My mother used to tell it to me when we would be walking hand in hand on the bridge which would lead us to an amazing park. A wild forest, they called it, but I did not believe that dancing trees and singing birds were considered wild. It was the most peaceful place I have ever gone to.
Yeah it’s time for this week’s Picture it & Write! And again I’m inspiring myself from a short story I’m progressively building at random, depending on the picture Ermilia hosts every week, called ‘Unpredicted’.
NB: the progress of the story itself relies on the pictures given.
Read what happened previously in the story:
2. An Escape Attempt (keep scrolling for this one, it’s at the very end of the post!)
Now, here’s this week’s picture and contribution: