Pie-In-The-Ski Meets the Someday Pile - Part 1 of 3

She prowled around the sweltering apartment, pausing to inspect knick knacks lining the faux fireplace. She knew each one intimately. Right now the details of the winter snowglobe was a distraction from looking at the beast humming in the corner. It’s unrelenting stare attempting to drag her back to its embrace.

Water, she needed a glass of water. Maybe some scotch to add to it. Maybe just pour the scotch, forget the water. If she only had some. The water took her into the kitchen away from the humming beast. Maybe it would tire of her while she was out of sight.

Nope, there it was, relentlessly humming away. Bright pulsating screen displaying that damn blinking cursor, commanding her return.

A long reluctant sigh carried her to the screen. Settling fingers on the keyboard she set her mind toward writing mode. For the next hour a tug-of-war ensued. Words appeared on the screen, words erased. Sentences advanced and retreated. Back and forth the struggle went as sentences turned into paragraphs.

She was pushing more than flowing. It’s always so much easier when the words tumble from the brain to the fingers into the humming beast. She wasn’t yielding easily to it tonight.

Thousands of words had been typed into the beast over the years. Those who survived editing became stories and articles. Looking at the shelf above her head she could see the stacks of printed pages holding those stories. Their exclusive solo editions attesting to her unbroken streak of writing and not publishing. The someday pile.

Groaning, she rose from the chair. So intent on the tug-of-war between her brain and the beast, she didn’t notice the level of tension gripping her muscles. Stretching against the tension she gradually forced it to release her so she could walk around the apartment.

Street sounds drew her to the open window. The festering humidity made every sound feel like an effort to be heard. She was on the fifth floor, able to look out across most of the town of mostly smaller buildings. A faint breeze caressed her hand. Not strong enough to move the curtain. She wondered if it was her imagination.

She liked this time of night. The blended traffic sounds of the day gave way to each passing vehicle having its own space in her hearing. Between each was a silence of sorts, more like a soft hum of the town. Human sounds like the yell of a child, the murmur of adults, the barking of a dog and occasionally the caterwaul of a cat seeking its pleasures.

Glancing back toward the humming beast, she shook her head. Not yet. Her eyes returned to lazily explore details of her little town. Her mind wandered back….

NOTE: Part 2 of the DreemPort challenge will be published August 12th

Shadowspub is a writer from Ontario, Canada. She writes on a variety of subjects as she pursues her passion for learning. She also writes on other platforms and enjoys creating books you use like journals, notebooks, coloring books etc.

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Oh! That humming. It draws you and then pushes you away. Sometimes the words flow. Sometimes they won't come at all. A writer's life is never dull.

Looking forward to Part 2! 💛

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We do relate to the hum and the battle of wills it gives us. If life gets dull we can just create a new world eh?

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Or visit old haunts that filled us with joy. I keep finding myself returning to the streets of London when writing. 😊 Hum hum

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Glad to see you here Shadow!

Thousands of words had been typed into the beast over the years.

I have a feeling I know this beast as well... hahah.

Sending some SCHOLAR tokens your way for participation 😃

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Thanks @jfuji ... and yes we definitely know the beast and the battle of wills we do with it.

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Is the BEAST a cat?
Is the beast the AC?
Is the beast, her Laptop?
Cannot wait for Part 2 and 3, to find out more

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You know, the way a certain cat responds to words and sentences... she could indeed be the beast. The AC does hum but is impervious to any words used on it. Guess that leaves the laptop as the prime suspect eh?

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You know how to keep the readers in tension, I was still waiting for the beast! Very good story and above all super concise, you get to the point in the narrative and that's not so easy to achieve.
Great job 👏💪👏

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Thank you for your kind words. The beast is present and the battle has been engaged. It plays its role.

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What a fabulous start to a story!! Now I want to read all the unpublished books she has set around!!

I can not wait until next Friday!

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Ah... she didn't say there were books on the someday pile. :)

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I bet that while being inserted into the details of her little town, she would find her inspiration. Reading this, I walked into the solo life of a writer that tends to feel everything deeply. “Humming beast”. I like that very much.

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There's the question.. where's she going next? Into the town's details or off on another path?

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I believe the second part of the story will reveal this. But I think she's going into the detail of the town.

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I love this. The story is so real, tons of words that aren't published. I want to know what is their final destiny.
Good work. 😍

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What will happen with that someday pile? The burning question.

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What came out of the humming beast should be shared with the world :) ... It's the only way!!!

This post has been manually curated by the VYB curation project

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