LaWrynn

Episode 1, In which LaWrynn pokes through the portal

LaWrynn picked herself up and stumbled to hold her balance against the gusts. “Crap!” she thought. “If I had claws I could grip onto . . .” Thunk! Something slammed into her. She wobbled but this time she recovered more quickly. She reclaimed her space only a little further down the corridor.

“Not on the ground. Definitely not on the ground”, she muttered, sensing that there was no up or down in this blasting wind. She hovered for a moment, the best she could, and then stretched for the edge, any edge out of the way of oncoming forces. Incomplete forms whirled in circles, those unsettled souls so ungrounded they constantly twirl about as spirits, like they did in their lives. She needed to hang back and take stock of her situation.

She had been pushed before onto paths she wished she hadn’t taken, though she was glad for many of those wayward trails. This push felt more like a pull growing ever stronger, pulling faster and faster like a current in a rip tide. LaWrynn felt she was being sucked into a vortex she could not resist.

“If I can dodge thingamabobs that come hurling through this ruckus and keep myself steady, I’ll like to see where I can go”.  She considered a new adventure. She felt the mightiest draw to jump back in and let the speed and danger dash her to the other world. She hoped this time for a chance to live in that tangible place  again. She had peered at it many times before through thin veils between her spirit world and the world of mortality. But she doubted she would touch it once more. She felt she could not inhabit that world one more time. It was like looking through a window and not being able to join what she saw. And not certain she wanted to go there.

How long had she dwelled in the world of souls and spirits and sprites, of angels and demons, and things that were things and yet had no identity? An instant? An eternity? Time had no meaning, and all those things, including LaWrynn, had no form. It was what she knew and felt she understood.

She let go her grip. Now she tossed and thumped in a current she could not control. Thingamajigs heaved through space; things with shapes and substance.

Her world had no real forms. Material things simply were not present and not needed. Macaroni, socks, tea cups, bicycles, hammers  – what need? No obstacles to being, just being, that was her reality. Her world was without surfaces and shapes and forms and weight; without bodies; without hunger, hurt, and hindrances.

Smack! “Ow!” The sensation of pain! Whack! She grabbed onto the spinning water can that had smacked her, lifted herself up its slippery round side, and clung to its handle loop. It was spilling water, real water, not the idea of water, the real stuff. She had seen water before but now she could feel it. Cool, wet, what a feeling!

LaWrynn rode the can in the flurry, wind tumbling with water, spinning too fast for her liking. She held tight with one hand and reached out with her other arm for a hold on the next open door in the passageway. “Get me outta here!” she screamed and let go of the handle to use both arms on the door jamb. She swung her leg out and pulled herself through the portal, away from the swirling force.

Dizzy, she lay in darkness on a cool damp mound of dirt. Ground! “On the ground? Definitely on the ground!” she assured herself, free from the disturbing uproar. She had poked through the portal, back into the world of humanity once again.

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Read more stories about LaWrynn here.

https://skybluedaze.wordpress.com/lawrynn-storie…nd-celtic-lore/

LaWrynn Answers the Proust Questionnaire
https://skybluedaze.wordpress.com/2014/10/05/lawrynn-proust/

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10 thoughts on “Episode 1, In which LaWrynn pokes through the portal”

    1. Thanks for the specific feedback. Sometimes those words (onomatopoeia) get in the way. Other times they just work and save a lot of other words. I wanted to show her caught in a gust transforming from spirit world to material world. She’ll live in our world for a year and we’ll see how it goes for her. 🙂

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  1. I’m with you on what you said in the Writer’s Hub. It’s wordy. It reads like you’re more focused on coming up with language to tell the story instead of the story itself. A big thing I noticed is you tend to say more wordy things in the tags than needed. You say assured herself or considered instead of said or just nothing at all. Take this with a grain of salt since you have a very different writing style from me.

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