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Meep is mean. Or I am. Or both of us are. I commented back at her comment drabble to my prompt. (She’s really very amusing and very vulnerable to plunny bites.) http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/1005372.html
The Plunnied One .... 3rd person self description. Sleep writing. I've never heard of that before. Could be scary to wake up and read what you don't remember writing.
Title: An Exercise in Sleep Writing
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 370
Of course it started with a plunny, one of those things that bites you and makes you compose something using words. It can be fought off, if you’re strong, or you can just stare at the keyboard and watch the ideas float in and out too fast to put down and of course they’re all perfect and ephemerally there. Or you can just sit and write…. Like this.
And then there’s what happened.
I woke up to see a laptop sitting over on my desk, open and its screen lit up with the cursor blinking waiting. It wasn’t even my laptop which was hiding mutely in its carry-bag, safe. No, it was a strange laptop, I didn’t own a roommate, sitting on my desk and there were words upon the screen with the blinking cursor at the end. What does anyone do under these sorts of conditions?
Well first you get up and check the locks on every fricking window and door. Take time out to start the coffee and wait until there’s enough to fill a cup. Some people call it Dutch Courage and that usually means alcohol but really if you’re going to face something puzzlingly scary and you’ve been asleep, coffee gets my vote. Then I checked the closets, cabinets, and lastly the dreaded under the bed.
And I found nothing but a crumpled up scrap of paper taped to edge of the monitor.
“You wrote this. Read and Edit. Or else,” it said. “See you at the Station.” It was in my handwriting.
The thing on the screen was titled.
It was a debriefing report on a case that hadn’t happened. I fucking hate magic sometimes. Sleep writing is one thing but sleep prophecy was something I’d have to report or I was reporting because it was there on the fricking screen, a report of finding this fricking case report on a laptop I’d never seen before.
I read the damned thing. How do you edit something that is happening as you’re doing it? With a shrug, I decided to send it anyway. Any editing could be done at the ASCD, Arcane and Supernatural Crimes Division. Maybe by the time I got there I’d know more.
The Plunnied One .... 3rd person self description. Sleep writing. I've never heard of that before. Could be scary to wake up and read what you don't remember writing.
Title: An Exercise in Sleep Writing
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 370
Of course it started with a plunny, one of those things that bites you and makes you compose something using words. It can be fought off, if you’re strong, or you can just stare at the keyboard and watch the ideas float in and out too fast to put down and of course they’re all perfect and ephemerally there. Or you can just sit and write…. Like this.
And then there’s what happened.
I woke up to see a laptop sitting over on my desk, open and its screen lit up with the cursor blinking waiting. It wasn’t even my laptop which was hiding mutely in its carry-bag, safe. No, it was a strange laptop, I didn’t own a roommate, sitting on my desk and there were words upon the screen with the blinking cursor at the end. What does anyone do under these sorts of conditions?
Well first you get up and check the locks on every fricking window and door. Take time out to start the coffee and wait until there’s enough to fill a cup. Some people call it Dutch Courage and that usually means alcohol but really if you’re going to face something puzzlingly scary and you’ve been asleep, coffee gets my vote. Then I checked the closets, cabinets, and lastly the dreaded under the bed.
And I found nothing but a crumpled up scrap of paper taped to edge of the monitor.
“You wrote this. Read and Edit. Or else,” it said. “See you at the Station.” It was in my handwriting.
The thing on the screen was titled.
It was a debriefing report on a case that hadn’t happened. I fucking hate magic sometimes. Sleep writing is one thing but sleep prophecy was something I’d have to report or I was reporting because it was there on the fricking screen, a report of finding this fricking case report on a laptop I’d never seen before.
I read the damned thing. How do you edit something that is happening as you’re doing it? With a shrug, I decided to send it anyway. Any editing could be done at the ASCD, Arcane and Supernatural Crimes Division. Maybe by the time I got there I’d know more.
