Note to reader: I am using this space and place to post parts of a new slip-fiction novel series I am working on, Left Brain Right, the story of a young girl who hears voices. Left-Brain excerpts will be from her care-takers’ point of view or the point of view of the friends and family around her, while right-brain excerpts will describe how she sees the situation. I will not be posting the whole story, but I will be posting practical tips when dealing with someone, or one’s own self, as they are going through traumatic, or not so traumatic, experiences. Please note these are first rough drafts, so there may be spelling and/or grammatical errors.
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How today’s story excerpt can help you:
Theme: If we could just turn around, perhaps we could see the light instead of the shadows.
As I walked among
the make-shift village
with it’s shacks of sticks
hand-woven reed mats,
people peered at me
and I noticed, like me
they had shadows attached.
Some seemed nonexistent
like a gnat buzzing around their head,
others seemed large and hostile
like a monster of the night.
Fear, reading my mind said,
“Well, what did you expect?
shadows are created
by something that blocks the light.
stand in the way of the light
hence shadow is created.”
I looked at Fear as we walked
“How much they stand in their own way
determines the size of the shadow.”
For some odd reason,
that actually made sense.
We stopped fairly far down
the dark cavern tunnel.
The place where light
could scarcely reach.
“You’ll have to build your own”
a cave person snarled
as if sharing such meager accommodations
“You better get get going before night fall.”
Fear smirked and smiled
before there is no light.”
I simply smiled back and pulled out my magic journal.