I've not given you peeps much of anything in the form of a story, so take one of my early attempts at Lyric, and know that I might actually put something out soon. · 3:07am Jan 5th, 2014
This was attempt number three, I believe. That's three out of seventeen now, and since the story has changed a lot since this, I figured there was nothing wrong with me sharing it. So here is attempt number three of Lyric of my Broken Melody. Enjoy.
In the center of a massive stage, a pony sat, the crowd around her chanting her name as she began to pluck at her tiny instrument. The sound of her song carried itself with the wind that flowed throughout the entire building. Each note leaving the strings as another began to sound after it.
The audience appeared deep in thought, taking in the emotion behind the melody as much as they did it's sound. It was a beautiful piece of music; the song of a lost stallion in a world he could only feel alone in.
Out of the instrument came magic, and behind it sat it's humble magician; as strong with her spirit as she was with her music. A passion was clearly visible by those who watched her play. A longing for the song to go on forever, and with it, her joy.
The song of course would not go on forever. It was an extrinsic melody, existing outside of time for the moments it was being played. Yet by the time the last note had left her instrument, the song had effectively ceased. It could last forever in the hearts and minds of those who had heard it, but nothing more.
The only one who would truly remember the piece was the young mare. The one who had performed the melody. She could and would remember every detail, every section of the song she had strived to perfect. This was the task of a musician: remember the song. For when one can keep the details in their mind, the task of performing becomes one of repeating a motion, rather than attempting a motion.
Lyra took a final bow before opening her eyes and watching the crowd recess back into her mind as the stage disappeared and was replaced by a small room and a single black fold-up chair. She could still hear the clapping echoing through her mind as she threw open the door and walked down the hall, calling a name as she did. "Mother," she called out, wanting to show off her song to a real audience.
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And there you have it, a very small part of what I've been doing for these months of not publishing a thing. Also, three blog posts in one day? I was bored...
Hmmm... Looks familiar
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Hmm, I wonder why...
How ya doing, mate?
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Yet different. Weird
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Lol I'm doing alright, how 'bout you?
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Been up in Georgia smokin' raw squirrel. Er... wait.
Nah, man, I'm doing pretty well. Been trying to write some more and ended up getting out eight hundred words today. Wasn't my best writing spree, but hey, at least I wrote.
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800 isn't bad. If you want a challenge/writing excercise, check out www.fimfiction.net/group/1718/the-collab-cage/thread/74451/abcs-of-death-adaptation-writers-needed