“It doesn’t have to be so realistic, you know,” Hugh rolled his eyes. “It’s your fiction, it’s your story, it’s your choice; it can be whatever you want. The damned zombies could smell like fruit loops if you wanted!”
Jess wrinkled her brow and placed a protective hand over the thick pile of paper.
“That may be so, but zombies would not smell like fruit loops in reality. They’re corpses! Dead, decaying, gross, wretched, and would curl your stomach with the slightest whiff of their nose-wrinkling odour.”
Hugh threw his hands up into the air.
“It’s not real! It doesn’t have to be realistic!”
“You don’t understand, Hugh,” Jess sighed, straightening her newly printed manuscript. “I have a magical world filled with wonder and dreams, but I want it to be realistic at the same time. Like… I guess I would call it ‘magical realism.'”
“Sounds ridiculous,” Hugh whipped out his phone and scrolled down a list of books he had recently read. “Here. Pink grass in this one. Aha! Horses that can sprout fins and gills and swim under the sea. Fiction, m’dear!”
Jess picked up her manuscript and forced a smile, a smile that did not come easy.
“That’s wonderful, m’dear. But my zombies do not smell of fruit loops nor do they taste fruity. It’s a serious work! Not a damned comedy.”
Hello! 🙂 Today is Day 482 of @mariannewest’s five-minute #freewrite! The prompt for today is — magical realism — a subject close to my heart, and my writing is loosely based on an actual conversation and is what I came out with before the eggtimer website went beep-a-beep at me.
You can find today’s challenge at the following link:
Magical Realism! That’s what I consider my main writing (my main series I’m very slowly and painfully perfecting, a story that is nothing like that which exists in Half Past the Moonfall). I have no problem writing nonsense when my mind is in a funny mood, but I prefer to have an element of realism to my magical fantasy worlds.
If it’s dead, it’s going to stink. If there’s a murder, I’ve investigated the appropriate blood spatter patterns. If I have a quartz castle in the sky surrounded by a constant lightning storm, I need to know if that crystal is going to conduct electricity and how the people inside respond to the dangers. There are two moons? I’ve calculated the orbit and distance and know exactly when they’ll reach the same point in the sky; the height of the twin moons before they descend, fall beyond the horizon and darken the land before the sun begins to rise. A mage is using herbs to perform a small rite? I consult herbal properties based in our reality to perfect the concoctions. Same with gemstones.
I’ve been told that it’s my fiction and I can be as strange, random, nonsensical as I want to be. That’s nice. I don’t want to be those things. 🙂 My head lives in a weird and wondrous world, filled with magic, attentive Gods and strange creatures, and is strewn with realism despite the setting.
Okie! Babbling time is over! 😂
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Thank you for reading!! 😀