This is a short story I wrote based on noises I heard coming from the wall where construction was underway in a building I was in a few days ago. Please enjoy the story.
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THE WRITER was not at all alarmed by the fever-inducing, rambunctious music coming from within the wall.
In fact, this occurred every Wednesday between 2 and 8.
Just before arriving home from the Curiosities Convention, Alaska at 2:30 Via. Strange Magical and Mysterious Door, he would be greeted by Rock and Heavy Metal music. This music was so loud that you could hear it within close proximity of the home of the writer. Since the writer's home rested peacefully atop a mountain on an uninhabited planet far away from any in our solar system or beyond, nobody was bothered by this. But the writer.
The writer found that if he put his mind to it and really focused, he could make the music disappear. He could be alone, on his quiet, beautiful planet all by himself to write all the stories he wanted. With all the characters he wanted. He could make universes and multiverses and fill them with characters of which he pleased. In this time of silence he would dream of what his distant friend the artist was doing. Was she creating stories with her miraculous talent? Maybe she would send him her pictures, and he could write stories for them. He wondered if he could talk to the artist one day, and they could create stories together. Maybe his friend the reader would want to come over again sometime and they could read stories together. The writer hadn't seen his friends the artist and the reader for a long while now. He missed them both dearly.
But the Wall Gnomes. It was the Wall Gnomes that lived in the walls of the writer's house atop a mountain on an uninhabited planet far away from any in our solar system or beyond, who played the fever-inducing, rambunctious Rock and Heavy Metal music every Wednesday between 2 and 8. They seemed to especially like Rock and Heavy Metal music because it reminded them of their two most favorite things:
rocks and Heavy Metal music.
The reader would never want to come over to read with him if his house sounded like this! The writer was sad, sad that his friends might not like him or his wonderful home because the Wall Gnomes had come to live in his walls. He would just have to toughen up and avoid visits on Wednesdays between 2 and 8.
Soon enough, at around 8:15, the writer had noticed that the Wall Gnomes had stopped playing their music. The writer found that he had become quite tired out by the Convention going and Heavy Metal music. Cumbersome, he marched sleepily to his bedroom. As he did, he could hear the tapper-patting and scratching of the Gnomes in the wall. He wondered what he would accomplish tomorrow. Maybe he would see if the reader wanted to come tomorrow, when the Gnomes slept. With this thought, he fell asleep.
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I really liked writing with these characters! Think I should write more stories with
the writer
the artist
and
the reader?
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