First Words: Prologue to Emma's Play

Novel #4: Emma's Play.


Put all thoughts aside and simply write. Reconnect with my inner artist/writer.
Here it is:

Prologue

Tell the stories that are waiting to be told.

The words are written on a strip of paper in bold, block letters, each one a statement in and of itself, serving as a daily reminder to him.

He doesn’t know where he first read the line, but it served as his mantra for the past three years, his own literary  guide and drive.

Tell the stories that are waiting to be told. He reads the words again and closes his eyes.

“What are the stories waiting to be told?”

Music spills from the speakers on his computer, drowning out everything except the physical presence of his bedroom around him and the tumble of thoughts in his head.

Minutes pass, lengthen themselves into the form of an hour, before he finally breaks from reverie. With a startling quickness, he lunges for the pen lying on the desk and sets pen to paper. The computer is there but nothing beats the primal relief of gliding a pen tip across off-white paper. The words appear beneath his hands, sure in their placement, each one sinking into the blue lines with firm conviction and belonging.

Act I.

Emma:

He writes late in to the night, never once stopping. Pages fly by. The angry crossing outs that usually pepper his work stutter to an eventual stop, and the words flow effortlessly. The midnight silence guides him through his thoughts word by word, line by line. He writes until his mind and body collapse into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Tell the stories that are waiting to be told.

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