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endlessdel) wrote2007-03-01 03:55 pm
endlessdel) wrote2007-03-01 03:55 pm
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Workshop
NOutrunning the Critic: Write at least 100 short sentences about your character. The sentences should not connect and should not follow one another in any logical way. The idea of this exercise is to force you to outrun your own thoughts and intelligence and critical mind. Be careful not to be monotonous, using the name of your character or a pronoun to start each sentence. A better exercise would be to write 200 or 500 sentences about this character, but 100 sentences is still enough of a stretch to make this useful.
I- onE.
She liked the stars, simple balls of gas for mortals but her dear friends. Shining balls in a disco and grinding against each other in hot need. Kissing your partner beneath the stars, romantic and cheesy and we giggled at you silly mortals. I have been silly, foolish and starry eyed for a man before, but never again.
Not eating green mouse ice-cream, cold and disgusting on the tongue and makes you hate Sol for wanting it.
Being her, being so foolish and trusting and walking in a starry dreamscape. Waking nightmare, remembering that you’re not her anymore and that he created these mortals in someone else’s image.
Delirium never understood her brother, his tantrums in particular, not until she had met the glowing girl and Sol had looked at her with delight. It was hard being a concept, knowing that people you love where delighted by someone else and always knowing. It was the knowledge that hurt her most and she had changed, she had changed again and now she couldn’t even dance with the stars.
II- TwO
She likes him kissing her, whiskers tickling her skin and making her giggle.
Lost in boarded houses; people screaming, crying, dying.
She found him again, with a little help and he won’t come back and that hurts her insides. She buried down deep inside and found a beach there, it didn’t hurt as much here and she knew she was safe. She felt happy in his arms, cotton wool balls of wrapped warmth, she knew he wouldn’t return.
It was absence, he was still present in the world and she wondered how he could do it. She had changed, whilst some of her siblings had been replaced at one time or another but none of them changed, only she had changed. She was chaos and he loved her the way she was, she felt like Bridget Jones. They were Endless.
She felt alone, the only Endless redhead on this forsaken Island.
III- tHReE
Delirium is cold, water surrounds her and she cries over a body of a girl she loved. Hands, the sound of wings, reach for her and she won’t let that happen. She watches the tape, her girl crawls and she presses her hands against the television.
They sit; playing with dolls in the attic, the horses are mad and the girl blames herself. It was all Delirium’s fault.
She presses kisses to her forehead, her girl draped in white and she doesn’t care she’s at a wedding. She forgot the sea for her, Delirium responds by forgetting her fear and her girl cries happily.
She sits in the makeshift well, her arms wrapped around her and she takes them out. She can rescue her now.
She feels the most sane and happy when Samara calls her name.
IV-FoUr.
He said she was always changing and harsh and as untameable as the sea.
Delirium spent her most of the eighteenth century and longer in pirate clothes, buried treasure and dark curses.
He couldn’t feel her though she curled up next to him every night, he had cut out his heart for her and she still didn’t understand.
She moved on to the next pirate, the next ship and was always different. He tried to pin her, like a butterfly collector, and trap her in glass.She was out of his control, she gave him a present and then would spend days in bed with Ragetti and Pintel. He was Calypso’s and he was no-ones; he longed for her mismatched eyes and so sought comfort in brown eyes.
She watched them execute her pirate mortals, eradicate her existence and changed for them again. He still couldn’t look at her though he still haunted the seas. Delirium was chaos and insanity and would be kept by no man again.
V- fiVe.
Hard voices screaming at her for attention, she has changed and she tries to ignore them as she is held in Despair’s cold, clammy arms. Images blurring, hazy dreams as she turns in the sun and feels nauseous. She’s let crazy in, she’s let crazy take a spin and she can’t let go. Fall off the roundabout, blood pouring and she laughs as she plays in it. No one wants to have fun with her anymore, no one is happy to see her and she kills her first victim through the eyes of a madman.
Latin surrounds her and she understands the universe, she knows too much and it hurts her.
She pushes images in their heads, clever broken genius people and they create her vision. Atomic bombs fall and she rides them down to Earth, sits with the sick and dying and ignores her brother’s hard looks. Delirium squirms away from him, he’s hurting her and trying to get in and she buries deep inside her. She doesn’t understand at first, she doesn’t understand how they need her and so she is sane for a moment; it hurts.
VI- siX
He got down on one knee, she stared at him delighted and her answer had been yes.
Delight couldn’t stop looking at the book, chained and foreboding and her brother couldn’t or didn’t stop her.
They were evolving and the orgasmic glee that had propelled them this far was no longer needed and she knew she was no longer needed.
Delight had waited for him, dressed all in white, he didn’t come though and she waited for a long time before she realised.
Her speech was more vivid, colourful and she hurt inside.
They crawled, standing on two legs and stared up at the sun.
Her siblings had tried to comfort her, cold hands pressing in on a cold heart.
He couldn’t stare disapprovingly, he allowed her and she had taken the chance to fix herself.
She couldn’t stop changing, chaos and madness filled her.
She was Delight no longer.
VII-SeVeN.
The jacket fit snugly, they struggled on the ground like worms and she laughed in the corner at the sight of them.
They held the body down, the mind was trapped and she stared out of the body in manic glee.
They were a terrifying sight wandering the corridors together; Desire, Despair and Delirium.
She held the weeping girl’s hand; she smoothed the girl’s hair down and tightened her grip as they went a-visiting.
Sudden silence, sudden heat and then the pain spread as the electricity was turned on.
Manic doctor treating manic patients and pretending to kill himself.
Her newly returned brother ignoring her as he walked through Arkham, she pulled her tongue at him and carried on through the asylum.
As with Delirium- so with LIFE.
Slurp, brains go squish and pop out like candy.
They send seven of hers to look for her, like colours of the rainbow and they find her deep inside herself.
Parts VIII
-X still to come.
I- onE.
She liked the stars, simple balls of gas for mortals but her dear friends. Shining balls in a disco and grinding against each other in hot need. Kissing your partner beneath the stars, romantic and cheesy and we giggled at you silly mortals. I have been silly, foolish and starry eyed for a man before, but never again.
Not eating green mouse ice-cream, cold and disgusting on the tongue and makes you hate Sol for wanting it.
Being her, being so foolish and trusting and walking in a starry dreamscape. Waking nightmare, remembering that you’re not her anymore and that he created these mortals in someone else’s image.
Delirium never understood her brother, his tantrums in particular, not until she had met the glowing girl and Sol had looked at her with delight. It was hard being a concept, knowing that people you love where delighted by someone else and always knowing. It was the knowledge that hurt her most and she had changed, she had changed again and now she couldn’t even dance with the stars.
II- TwO
She likes him kissing her, whiskers tickling her skin and making her giggle.
Lost in boarded houses; people screaming, crying, dying.
She found him again, with a little help and he won’t come back and that hurts her insides. She buried down deep inside and found a beach there, it didn’t hurt as much here and she knew she was safe. She felt happy in his arms, cotton wool balls of wrapped warmth, she knew he wouldn’t return.
It was absence, he was still present in the world and she wondered how he could do it. She had changed, whilst some of her siblings had been replaced at one time or another but none of them changed, only she had changed. She was chaos and he loved her the way she was, she felt like Bridget Jones. They were Endless.
She felt alone, the only Endless redhead on this forsaken Island.
III- tHReE
Delirium is cold, water surrounds her and she cries over a body of a girl she loved. Hands, the sound of wings, reach for her and she won’t let that happen. She watches the tape, her girl crawls and she presses her hands against the television.
They sit; playing with dolls in the attic, the horses are mad and the girl blames herself. It was all Delirium’s fault.
She presses kisses to her forehead, her girl draped in white and she doesn’t care she’s at a wedding. She forgot the sea for her, Delirium responds by forgetting her fear and her girl cries happily.
She sits in the makeshift well, her arms wrapped around her and she takes them out. She can rescue her now.
She feels the most sane and happy when Samara calls her name.
IV-FoUr.
He said she was always changing and harsh and as untameable as the sea.
Delirium spent her most of the eighteenth century and longer in pirate clothes, buried treasure and dark curses.
He couldn’t feel her though she curled up next to him every night, he had cut out his heart for her and she still didn’t understand.
She moved on to the next pirate, the next ship and was always different. He tried to pin her, like a butterfly collector, and trap her in glass.She was out of his control, she gave him a present and then would spend days in bed with Ragetti and Pintel. He was Calypso’s and he was no-ones; he longed for her mismatched eyes and so sought comfort in brown eyes.
She watched them execute her pirate mortals, eradicate her existence and changed for them again. He still couldn’t look at her though he still haunted the seas. Delirium was chaos and insanity and would be kept by no man again.
V- fiVe.
Hard voices screaming at her for attention, she has changed and she tries to ignore them as she is held in Despair’s cold, clammy arms. Images blurring, hazy dreams as she turns in the sun and feels nauseous. She’s let crazy in, she’s let crazy take a spin and she can’t let go. Fall off the roundabout, blood pouring and she laughs as she plays in it. No one wants to have fun with her anymore, no one is happy to see her and she kills her first victim through the eyes of a madman.
Latin surrounds her and she understands the universe, she knows too much and it hurts her.
She pushes images in their heads, clever broken genius people and they create her vision. Atomic bombs fall and she rides them down to Earth, sits with the sick and dying and ignores her brother’s hard looks. Delirium squirms away from him, he’s hurting her and trying to get in and she buries deep inside her. She doesn’t understand at first, she doesn’t understand how they need her and so she is sane for a moment; it hurts.
VI- siX
He got down on one knee, she stared at him delighted and her answer had been yes.
Delight couldn’t stop looking at the book, chained and foreboding and her brother couldn’t or didn’t stop her.
They were evolving and the orgasmic glee that had propelled them this far was no longer needed and she knew she was no longer needed.
Delight had waited for him, dressed all in white, he didn’t come though and she waited for a long time before she realised.
Her speech was more vivid, colourful and she hurt inside.
They crawled, standing on two legs and stared up at the sun.
Her siblings had tried to comfort her, cold hands pressing in on a cold heart.
He couldn’t stare disapprovingly, he allowed her and she had taken the chance to fix herself.
She couldn’t stop changing, chaos and madness filled her.
She was Delight no longer.
VII-SeVeN.
The jacket fit snugly, they struggled on the ground like worms and she laughed in the corner at the sight of them.
They held the body down, the mind was trapped and she stared out of the body in manic glee.
They were a terrifying sight wandering the corridors together; Desire, Despair and Delirium.
She held the weeping girl’s hand; she smoothed the girl’s hair down and tightened her grip as they went a-visiting.
Sudden silence, sudden heat and then the pain spread as the electricity was turned on.
Manic doctor treating manic patients and pretending to kill himself.
Her newly returned brother ignoring her as he walked through Arkham, she pulled her tongue at him and carried on through the asylum.
As with Delirium- so with LIFE.
Slurp, brains go squish and pop out like candy.
They send seven of hers to look for her, like colours of the rainbow and they find her deep inside herself.
Parts VIII
-X still to come.