Mask, Impact, Discovery

A short piece incorporating three random words, written in 20 minutes.

by Marcus Jonathan Chapman

Perhaps loneliness can be written away. Getting lost in words, ideas, sentences, paragraphs, pages, chapters, books, tomes, libraries. To become friends with letters and a tool for writing. Making acquaintance with a blank page, filling it with the handshakes and small talk of stories, essays, and poems.

Forcing one’s being to come into contact with the page, to forget all else. Surrounding loneliness with all that comes with writing and wrapping it all tightly around like a hug. Consumed by repeating the feeling period after period. Obsessed with filling the page and losing the self. Building a safe covering, draping oneself with the muses of tragedy and comedy; Melpo and Thalia.

All the while time moves, slightly faster, than when your eyes are locked onto the clock, moving with each blinking light or ticking hand. Loneliness slowing time. Time amplified and compounded by loneliness. Sleep and death the enemies of loneliness but friends of time and its passing.

Perhaps loneliness can be written away. Erased or at least postponed by the transcription of thought into words. How many words to erase loneliness? How many candles to light up a dark cathedral? How long can they burn? How much time passes before loneliness like a wind, rushes back in, leaving only the smoke of memory?

Burrowing furiously to unearth some sort of truth, the face behind those smiling and laughing masks, to the spiky ball of pain, down to the fluffy ball of joy. Digging down the white, throwing up black letter after black letter until you’re at the bottom of a page, buried safely under a pile of words.

Silhouetto, Galileo, Beelzebub

3 things to inspire 1 story written in 20 minutes. #story320
These three words taken from the song provided by @yvonnefankhanel

With a heavy metallic buzz in the air, Galileo invented the telescope. The sound of one-thousand electric guitars screamed a single distorted note over and over and over again.

Galileo stroked his beard and stared down at his new piece of glass. he turned it over in his hands in wonder of his own work. On one end a large piece of bulging glass, on the other a small hole with which to put one’s eye.

The weight of his creation lay heavy in the air with the fuzz of the metal twangs. To see far and see clearly is the first step to true understanding, true enlightenment.

Galileo hid the object in his robes and walked out into the dusk, just as the sun set behind the hills of his house. He was tempted to make the inaugural viewing through his telescope aimed at the setting sun but a flash of white light distracted him.

The dome of the sun disappeared and the hot white light glowed red, staying at the top of the hill. Galileo felt the weight of his new device pulling down one side of his robes. He grabbed the telescope and looked at the ting on the hill, seemingly left by the sun.

What he saw echoed deep in a place within his heart and mind. An echo started by the things he was told to fear as a child. This was baal, the devil, satan, on the of the seven princes of hell, beelzebub, who was getting larger by the moment. A majestic, beautiful creature with wings.

Galileo could now feel the distortion from the electric chords furiously being strung by a band of invisible metal disturbers.

The lord of flies gently took the piece of metal and glass from Galileo and smiled. With a sharpened pinky, he seared two holes, one larger near the bulging glass but still on the side of the piece and another where Galileo placed his eye.

Then the morning star sprinkled what looked like moss into the larger hole. He blew a kiss and the moss caught fire.

Beelzebub put the glass to his mouth and sucked. He blew out a large cloud of smoke, sweat and heavy smoke. Galileo for an instant felt a warm hug between the smoke and the electric buzzing.

The devil extended the pipe to Galileo and sang.

“I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me”

The devil took off and as he flew away into the night, he continued singing.

“Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, figaro, magnifico