Wednesday, September 29, 2010

It wasn’t ordinary.
In fact, it wasn’t ordinary at all. This mattered little to Sera Wyrd, who had much more important things to do. The flies crawled across the kitchen table. Just a few minutes now, then she would be free.
“You know,” she mused to her cat, “I really do hate essays.”
The cat nodded in agreement. He, of course, of all would understand Sera’s plight, being the professor of psycholinguistics for Vertizontical Continuation School. This, however, to you reader, is of little consequence in this part of the story.

One might suppose that a story would begin with a general description of what Sera might look like, or perhaps one of where she lived. In a world of mirrors, however, it is hard to describe what one might look like, or what where one lives might. To the human eye, it appears a swarm of colours, with no general shape or form; distinguishing one object from another would be deemed impossible. Where she lived, consequentially cannot be described in a sense of words, but rather a sense of infinity. It would seem nothing can be described but by infinity – an incomprehensible word – in the world of mirrors, and that the history and story of this will be as drab as trying to distinguish Sera’s kitchen table – or perhaps her cat – from herself.

The point you must realize, however, is that every one of us has a place is the mirror world – everyone a swarm of colour. Colours are infinity; they last forever, as does the mirror world. Whether today in glass, or yesterday in the creek, one shall always have a place in the mirror world. Is this world better, a more perfect world than the world we are aware of ourselves in? One could not answer that, reader, as one is never aware of both worlds at the same time. Few are aware of their existence in the mirror world.

So, you might ask, what is out of ordinary in Sera’s mirror world, and why tell her story? Every writer has a purpose for their stories. Sera is lost, reader. She is entangled in only the mirror world, scarcely knowing the world you and I call home – if at all.

That's all my thoughts for now. I would be highly appreciative of constructive criticism. :)