This short story was published in the 4th issue of Writing West Midlands’ online Magazine, ‘Write On!’ in 2014. A publication which showcases the work of young writers in the Midlands. It was my first piece to be printed in ‘Write On!’ and it was also chosen to be read out as part of Writing West Midlands’ ‘Page Talk’ event at the Royal Shakespeare Company in Stratford-upon-Avon. It was a true honour to have my writing heard among such talented writers.
If inspiration was a place, it would be a realm of continuous creativity where imagination rules, where thoughts come to life and characters animate: flying, walking, talking, laughing and screaming around a world of fantasy.
A world where characters and stories intertwine with those of Dickens and Dahl. Works of the imagination run free within a realm of words and tales where pages of parchment fall from the sky filled with the notes of classic authors of immortal fiction.
Where murderers and villains roam free, poets converse with sorcerers, as demons and evil creatures battle mythical beasts. Warriors and professors walk through the diverse landscape as vampires talk between themselves over a glass of blood; zombies crouch over the open skull of an unidentified author desperate for a taste of the extraordinary brain.
Tolkien sits conversing with his own characters and frantically composes extraordinary previously unheard tales from Middle Earth as in the distance a dragon breathes fire, boiling a kettle from which a wizard with a long beard pours himself a cup of tea.
Witches stand over boiling pots,cackling as a walking skeleton dips a finger into the steaming broth, tastes and pours in the blood of a child.
In a land where leprechauns exchange tales with spectres and sorcerers do battle; ghosts, zombies, wizards and mythical creatures roam the entirety of their world. Where cries of laughter and pain weave into all the music known to man, where everything can be heard from the high and powerful tones of classical composers like Beethoven to the reggae vibrations of Bob Marley.
Imagination is the only limit in a place of inspiration.