The Magician's Daughter

[heaven_smile]

She had found it on a summer day. The pristine white box. Buried under the soil of her new garden. The size of a cigar box. Printed in black on the lid, the words:

Time Capsule.It was made of an unknown material. She guessed it was lacquered wood. But it was only a guess. It was neither hot nor cold, light nor heavy; when she shook it, she heard

Comments

[anonymous]

Haunting and serpentine, the end effect a venerable whiplash between the stasis of deadened reality and the splendor of spasmodic memory. Masterpiece, indeed.

[heaven_smile]

I know I proclaimed that this was my "masterpiece". I take that back. When I was done writing this, however, I found myself filled with a deep, deep sense of accomplishment, and then realized that it's pretty much the only work of pure fiction I've ever written.

The fact is, I wasn't trying to write a piece of fiction. I've tried that before, and it's been terrible. I was just sitting here one day, at my computer desk, thinking about what music I wanted to listen to, when I got the overpowering urge to listen to the Ghost in the Shell soundtrack. Well, I listened to that soundtrack, and the enjoyment I got from it was almost orgasmically intense...and that's saying something, because I've listened to the GITS soundtrack hundreds of times.

Then I slumped down in my chair, and for five straight hours, I wrote. And...this, this one thing I have done, is the result.

Unfortunately for you, JC, post-modernism wins out. I had been wanting to write a story that ended in mid-sentence for quite some time.

[heaven_smile]

The main ispirations for this were The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon, and the Ghost in the Shell soundtrack.