For betenoire_rp: Writing Sample #1
I used to think reality had a strict set of rules. I thought it was something you took in through your eyes, processed with your brain, and filtered through logic. There was right and wrong, black and white, good and bad, and everything had its rightful place.
And then I woke up thirty-three years in my own past.
I thought I'd gone mad at first. I thought I was dreaming it all, hallucinating. Because it just couldn't be-and that's what I hung myself up on, the thought that what I was experiencing had to follow certain rules and make sense according to only one set of logical rules.
The more time I spent in 1973 the more I came to realize I'd had it all wrong. The more I got to know-and like-the people I was thrown together with there the more I saw that reality wasn't like I'd thought, not at all. Reality is something you take in through all your senses, process with your heart, and filter through your emotions and through the connections you have.
And when I was there, I was in my rightful place.
And then I woke up thirty-three years in my own past.
I thought I'd gone mad at first. I thought I was dreaming it all, hallucinating. Because it just couldn't be-and that's what I hung myself up on, the thought that what I was experiencing had to follow certain rules and make sense according to only one set of logical rules.
The more time I spent in 1973 the more I came to realize I'd had it all wrong. The more I got to know-and like-the people I was thrown together with there the more I saw that reality wasn't like I'd thought, not at all. Reality is something you take in through all your senses, process with your heart, and filter through your emotions and through the connections you have.
And when I was there, I was in my rightful place.