I did a exercise were I worked on two characters, based on the pictures. The task was to set them in relations. In the end an idea for a longer story emerged and I wrote a prologue to the story. It is under construction at the moment and will be a story about a medium and the ghosts she entcounters.
Prologue
She was always there, all my life. As soon as I turned around I could catch her face from the corner of my eye. At first only briefly, but little by little she started to show me more. Her presence was as familiar as my own hand.
I couldn't imagine any other reality where she wasn't by my side. Her deep, calm voice led me through the deepest depths of my fears. When I should have been scared, I felt strong, almost invincible. If I should have been thinking on my own, I let myself be guided. It was all so easy and like a frenzy. The feeling of doing good filled me every day and I loved it. I wanted to help and I wanted to get stronger. I had a task, a sacred duty, to do. And I would do anything to achieve it.
So I thought as a naive ten year old.
I can still see her out of the corner of my eye. She is still there trying to reach me. I try to hide her voice. I don't want to hear what she has to say anymore. I'm afraid that everything seems logical to me. Just like before.
I knew her like my own hand. Now she is just as strange to me.