For Once, Wednesday Didn’t Take Me By Surprise

The blue skies and bitter cold of winter have been replaced by spring’s grey clouds and rain. As the end of term draws increasingly near, I’ve been giving some thought to where I want to go once all my essays are out of the way. Although, with only one out of four essays completed, any travel is still a while away. Despite the increasing workload (or most likely because of it), I’ve had some time over the last week to work on SSHK. A lot of that was written to music. I’m still not a hundred percent sold on the idea of listening to music while writing. It can be distracting but there is one album that I’ve trained myself to be able to write to. There’s a version of it on youtube that has all the songs in one video so there is an order and pattern to it and it always starts with the same song. Now every time I hear that song, I feel the urge to sit down and be productive. The great thing is that it works for both essays and fiction writing. One song in particular was pretty inspirational last night for reasons I cannot yet disclose.

Thoughts? I know that style of music is not everyone’s cup of tea.

But enough babble – onto the main show! Today we have yet another new character to introduce to you. Zyr is nineteen and his parents may or may not have had something to do with the demise of the previous Four. He is sitting by his mother’s death bed, remembering the good times.

180 words for the 18th.

The door swung open, squealing on its hinges and startling Zyr from his memories. He looked up, shading his eyes against the fierce sunlight to make out the figure in the doorway.

“Hanif?” Zyr said, “What is it?”

“I have news,” Hanif replied, “from Lahiba.”

As his eyes begun to adjust to the light, Zyr noted the dust caked onto his clothes. He must have ridden from the city without rest. Zyr jumped to his feet and ushered the older man in.

“Sit, sit. You must be exhausted.” Gratefully, Hanif sat. “What news?”

Hanif’s eyes flicked to Miri’s prone figure on the bed. He wrung his hands.

“Well?” Zyr snapped, “Don’t come in here while I sit with my dying mother and then refuse to speak.”

Hanif sighed, “I am sorry to be the bearer of this news, Zyr, but the Flame has spoken.”

Zyr felt his breath freeze in his throat. Fear and anger waged war in his chest. “So,” he said eventually, his voice low and tight, his gaze fixed on the floor, “the Four have been Named?”

 

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22 thoughts on “For Once, Wednesday Didn’t Take Me By Surprise

  1. Emily Witt says:

    I guess the new Four might hold a grudge against someone who was involved in the demise of the previous ones. Or something? Either way, the change in tone here is really obvious, something is definitely up.

    Also, I love your new blog layout!

  2. shanjeniah says:

    I’m loving the new look, too…and the vibe of this piece….Zyr is definitely troubled by more than his mother’s impending demise. Is it a problem with the Flame, the Four, or both…? I know you’re not going to tell me, but I still feel compelled to ask…

    I’m glad the weather is shifting, and that your essays are progressing. I’ll come back to the song, since I’ve had a headache all day…

      • shanjeniah says:

        Headache mostly gone – I’ve been prone to migraines for a long time, so I mostly just deal with them. It helps that the kids are old enough now to be able to be reasonably quiet, more or less, if I ask…

        Some eventual answers will keep me coming back….

  3. kathils says:

    Let’s see, the weather shifted to something almost spring-like. Today it is going to be nice to issue in the First Day. The next several days we will be lucky to break out of the 30s. Though as long as it stays above freezing, I won’t complain too much. 🙂

    I like Bastille. I have to listen to music while working. Mostly it’s instrumental, but there are a few songs with lyrics that I throw in form time to time as well. Music always speaks to me and I generally have some playing no matter what I’m doing. Even spraying thistles in the pasture. Which also involves dancing and singing — good thing nobody can see. I hope.

    Interesting piece. I love the change in mood and tempo through such a short section. Certainly raises tension and questions.

    • Amelia E. Browne says:

      Music speaks to me to but often a little too loudly. Since actually studying music, I find it hard to switch out of analysis mode. I’m glad you enjoyed the piece and as for answers, some may be forthcoming but I won’t promise anything just yet. Hope it keeps warming up for you! 🙂

  4. Pax Asteriae says:

    I’ve only heard Bastille’s Pompeii before. I can see I’m definitely going to have to check out more of them based on that song. I usually have to listen to music when I write to block out other sounds so I’m a little jealous you don’t have to, haha.

    I love the snippet, especially the sudden change in tone of Zyr’s attitude towards the end. I’m always so intrigued by your story, I can’t wait to find out more!

    • Amelia E. Browne says:

      Thanks 🙂 Sometimes I do need something (a song, cafe hum etc) to get into the flow of things but once I’m there I’m good until something brings me back to reality. Which sounds like it would be more productive than it really is. 🙂

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