WRITING OBSTACLE
Choose a lyric from a song and let it inspire you to write a fantasy story.
It can be any lyric you like, but the story should still fit the fantasy genre so consider which lyrics might work best for this.
Something Is Up
The lake, it feels to familiar bet yet way to different. I been to many lakes in my lifetime, but this one in particular i dont why feels like I went here a million times. I find a lodge to sit at, and just stare to the lake. I see reflections in the water. Nymphs playing around tossing a ball. The laughter you can hear. I’m laughing to something a green nymph guy said. A voice that isn’t mine calls him calix. Blood then is on the ground the eyes fading to black while staring at the enemy.
“You good May?” A voice questioned. Timmy walking over to me on the lodge.
“I think so. I don’t know?”
“Well what’s the trouble?”
“I guess well my mind is racing in thoughts and it’s getting tiresome. This lake though, it stirs something in me I can’t explain.” I just stare off looking at the brids fly around the trees.
“I get. It’s happening to me to you know. It’s a weird feeling. But I can kinda deal with it at times.”
“How do you deal with it? How do you deal with racing thoughts in your head all the time, how Timmy?”
“It’s easy, here.” I look at his hands while he is holding out what looks to be a blunt. “I use these blunts, don’t worry you can have it, it looks like you need it.”
“What is it?” Curiosity gets the best of me but what is in here that feels so familiar but so different.
“Weed, it helps. Try it.” So I sit there lighting up the blunt and trying it. It tastes different, but the smell is ti familiar even though I never had it before. This makes me happy! To happy! Hehehe, how had I never had this before?
“This is amazing! Should have had it sooner!!”
“It is pretty nice.” We sit there on the log together for a while. But I can’t help it that he looks familiar I never met him. But I know this guy, I know little timmy.
“Hey Tim? This might sound weird but I feel I know you but we never met.” After the words come out he looks at me in surprise at what I said. Then he chuckles. Why is he like that? So…
“You know, I don’t even know, you look familiar to but I never even talked to city folk. A lot of weird things have been happening lately May.” City folk? Who does he think he is? This farmer man, let him kill me. Let the traitor kill me. A green guy stands above me. Sicmitar in hand. Plunges in chest.
Ow! Jeez, what happened? I feel a little bit dizzy! Where is Timmy? Ohh he talking to justice. Must of fallen asleep. I probably did, I am in the floor next to the lodge. How did that happen? I don’t even recall what happened. Only nightmares. Ohh the blunt…cant have those anymore. I look back to the lake, it makes me sick. Why? Why are my thoughts like this? The same dream over and over and it’s basically when I see Timmy. Something is up.