Daylight | Teen Ink


June 7, 2013
By lucybrown SILVER, Blacksburg, Virginia
lucybrown SILVER, Blacksburg, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
The wastebasket is a writer's best friend. ~Isaac Bashevis Singer

First things first, but not necessarily in that order. ~ From Doctor Who

How do I begin?

His fingers hover above the keys. They tingle with excitement and anticipation as he sits there waiting, longing for the smell of ink on paper and passion in his veins. One word, that is all he needs. One word to set him off on the journey across this stark world where he will travel far and wide, wherever he desires, wherever his fingers take him.

One word.

And he will be gone. He will be free.

His fingers stop hovering, start dancing, and the clock's ticking ends instantly. Time vanishes, leaving only paper and ink. And maybe he bleeds from pouring his heart out onto the keys, maybe he cries because it hurts so much, but maybe he also smiles - because he is home. He is under the stars, waiting like a crouched, hungry animal for the daylight to come as it sneaks through the clouds; he waits for the illumination that only his mind and his words can bring. His words, black ink across white pages, are like soldiers traveling across a cold desert. He finds the sound of their marching intoxicating.

He tells himself that he knows where he is going, but as his fingers fly, he begins to feel unsure and doubt overtakes his confidence.

Can he stand to write forever?

He doesn't know how he would survive with no sense of time, no understanding of the world around him. The fire in his veins spreads through his body; fear has stabbed her claws into his heart and he feels like panicking. He wants to tell his fingers to stop writing - to leave this world and return to reality.

But he can't stop. The light slinks away and night approaches. He is lost in total darkness, but still typing. His heart pounds in time with the keys, sweat beads on his forehead and he cannot hope to get away.

Aching and burning with a fervor that cannot be controlled, he longs for his mind to be quieted, longs for the ticking of the clock.
But there is nothing, save for one question.

How do I end?

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This article has 3 comments.

on Feb. 18 2014 at 2:26 pm
Bay_Renee SILVER, Brinkhaven, Ohio
7 articles 2 photos 37 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Kites rise the highest when going against the wind."
-Winston Churchill

This is amazing! It's very realistic, but captivating and enchanting at the same time! I think this piece really captures what it's like to be a writer and the fact that our minds are never quite. Loved it so much- five stars!^.^

on Aug. 10 2013 at 3:13 pm
CurlyGirl17 SILVER, Corydon, Indiana
6 articles 0 photos 95 comments
I didn't know if there was a way to contact you other than post on your discussion page, but I just wanted to let you know I finished posting the rest of Metalligirl and was hoping you'd give me feedback on the rest; the last comment was really helpful! (GREAT job on Daylight, by the way) :)

on Jun. 11 2013 at 5:13 pm
kikixkupkake GOLD, San Marcos, California
17 articles 0 photos 92 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The things that walk out when we open our minds." -Dylan McCoy

Honestly one of the best on teenink. 5/5, in my favorites. I've read a lot, and this is by far everything I've wanted to read. Truly fantastic