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Magic. I'm aboard - A unique perspective on creativity

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Let me talk about magic in this creative world of writing, I have devoted almost my entire lifetime.

To begin with, the idea established itself in my head while I was occupied re-reading Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert.

Each time I read that book, I find some new thought transcending, a divine feeling towards creativity and commitment it calls for. Surreal energy making me write and motive me to continue on this path. Ideas too, have an energy and a will, to manifest, so they travel. They travel and pay visits to humans, who could manifest them as actual.

According to Ruth Stone —
“Ideas are entering and exiting the human consciousness at whim”

I experienced an idea knocking at my door, waiting to be manifested, and left empty-handed!

Allow me to explain.

As I was scanning through Medium on a gloomy Wednesday morning, I stumbled upon a published article, an idea, which had knocked on my door about 8–9 months ago. Maybe as Liz says in the book, the idea waits only for a certain time, and if you don’t welcome it, it will find someone else to come alive.
I have believed in magic and ideas inspiring the writers or others who have set out their creative journey. But this has been the closest encounter of Magic for me!

An article, by Shaunta Grimes, also states, how important it is to stay available, letting your creative juices flowing, welcoming the ideas which need to be brought to life!

Ergo, stay put, make yourself available for ideas to come your way, build your ideas before it jumps out of your window into a new home.

©Shweta, 2020. All Rights Reserved.

Originally published in a Few Words.

Enchanted

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John my uncle was getting more impatient, my aunt Lucy more peculiar, and me in love each day.

What shall we all be at this rate at the end of the coming year!

Upon enchanted by creative imagination, the new year embarked on her experience in the creative writing world.

©Shweta, 2020
Originally published in The Friday Fix

Nonet the Night - A poem

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When the darkness takes over silence

hinting a ray of light through moon

reminding us there is a

silver lining, showing

up, when days are dim

starless and grim

smile again —

there is

light!

Author's note: "Nonet the night” is attempting to write a nine-line poem following its syllabic form for each line describing the night or something about the night or an object enhanced by the night.

Wee Hours - A Short Story

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A dead silence ensued in the wee hours when a boy & the girl kept running. Their legs are hurting, their lungs are screaming saying, “We give up”, but they had to find their way!

Walking past them, a person covered in a grey coat and a hoodie. The boy asked if they were heading right, the lady confirmed the route they set out on. As they ran through the city at the wee hours in the morning, with limited people and vehicles, they felt lost!

After running and gasping for breath for about 15 minutes, they got a gut feeling, they were heading in the wrong direction. With the passing turn, they followed the track backward, delighted to see a guard standing at the subway. Upon consulting him, he directed them in the right direction. They continued running with the clock was ticking, their destination was nowhere to be seen. As they passed a few random people, the girl asked for directions, and the person said — “Hurry, run before 7 o’clock”! The boy & girl ran faster, up until they finally arrived at the London Bus station, and saw their bus they had to board!

Subway - Short Story

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The man ran up the stairs gasping for his breath.

He could feel his heartbeat, his head throbbing.

There was the sudden thrust of air pushing from one direction, and he heard the horn go off.

Blinded by melancholy, as the subway came closer, the man jumped!

He was gone, head crushed on the wheels of the subway train.