27 Oct

Short Story. Fiction. Excerpt. Strings

Short Story. Fiction. Excerpt. Strings

This is one of my favorite new things. I definitely plan to enter this so I will only give you a little taste of the beginning. A little flavor drop for your tongue. It has many themes and a genuine point but I’ll tell you only it’s called string because music performance is the actual basis of the scenes and foundation of the metaphors.

 

 

Strings
By Kate E Lore

Would you believe me if I told you there was once a man arrested for coughing? Some of you may and some of you may not. If any thing in this wide wicked world should be subjective most certainly it must be belief. A matter of perspective is as varied on the various perspectives one might hold from any place on earth.Consider observing an apple on a table. At a mere centimeter from your eyeball that very fruit might tower to you as a massive light blocking dark red structure. It may be so wide as to hinder your view of the table, it’s apple fruity scent may over power the scent of the wood. Perhaps you are so close it’s stem tickles your hairline. A pestering light hover that somehow makes your skin tingle more ferociously than any slap might muster. I find a furious smack to be more numbing than anything but then that’s just my perspective.

Counter point: view that apple from outside the window in your back yard. Go as far away as you can to still see the apple upon the table. Now that red fruit may seem to you insignificant. A small red dot upon a shiny wooden circle.

Try changing the lighting. Try sitting on the floor or standing on a ladder. Try to considering all the spaces and objects there are within this planet. Consider first every mammal that eats, sleeps, dies and dreams.Consider every animals that has eyes that see. Extend this to bugs, extend this to plants, extend this microscopic bacteria. Extend this idea to objects and atoms molecules and so fourth. See we all just carry with us our view at the moment. It’s like we are all walking around looking through tin Kaleidoscopes. Change your mind twist the lens.

It’s all a matter of perspective.

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