NOVEL NEXT 246: I Take The Stage
Pound the pillow. Fluff the pillow. Roll over. Repeat.
Did any of it help? What do you think? Great big NO.
I opened my pad and read all five new chapters of HC's book Shapeless Poetry. Wow, was it easy to get lost in that story. Such simplicity. So much affection. Two women learning each other and figuring out how to be together. Part of me wanted to feel longing, but mostly I just felt deeply satisfied reading it. Like, if HC could write characters like that, then it must be possible for it to exist in real life, right?
I thought back to what Zoe'd said on Discord, and opened it up to read it through again. "She doesn't just write words, she really sees into the deeper meaning of what I want to say."
Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
Seen. I felt known in those simple words, and that awoke something within me.
They'd given me a stage.
Why wasn't I on the mic?
#ayela's-stage
Ayela: Dearly beloveds, let me tell you a tale of your wise goddess. So entrenched am I in the ethereal that I often forget what it is like to walk amongst mortals. Thus, when I joined Discord, I'm afraid I revealed myself to the unworthy. I was on a server when a person posted a cat so adorable, I was overcome with enthusiasm. "Your cat is gorgeous! What lovely fur patterns!" I declared. "That's a gif," replied the poster. Ooomph. Damn. Yes, beloveds, such is the capacity of your goddess. Infinitely feeble of mind. Fall at my feet; for I am most worthy of your affections.
Cackling to myself, I closed the app and left my pad in the kitchen. There was a plan forming in the back of my mind, and as I rolled it over, I had no trouble falling into a deep sleep.