Thoughts to Words: a sloppy workflow

She is staring at the title space. It shows "Add a title...". Pretty much like this one below.

She is fighting off sleep. And like most time when she is fighting off sleep, she tests her wakefulness, imagination-thoughts-thumb coordination in making up whatever. "Thumb" because she is using her phone.

Lately, she found the most dangerous random prompt generator a really friendly tool for her. It gives her really fun random prompts that somehow her brain juices are ready and up to jump for.

Like say for this one. So how does she go about this prompt?

She could start off with the usual wishing-well themed stories. We love those stories. About wishes, throwing coins in the well, and well, fate starts up its engine and works wonders for the "well-wisher". Haha. She liked that term "well-wisher". Although the real meaning of a "well wisher" is someone who wishes good things to come to another human being, using it with a quote and dash here and now refers to the person who just threw a coin in the well and wished. So a "well-wisher". Get it? Get it? She loves word play.

Have you ever tried wishing on a well?

Did you like really throw coins in it?

Were you able to trace whether your wish was granted or not?

She could also go with a horror story inspired by Sadako. What was that movie again? Ah, "The Ring", is it? Yes, yes. She remembers now . She bravely watched it by herself in the movie house in the province she spent some time in . Why? Just to test if she would scream. But that movie was where she appreciated the timing of the sound effects and the musical scoring. She knows those things were what made her clutch her chest. The story per se did not scare her much. Or maybe she is just acting brave.

Have you tried watching a scary movie by yourself?

Are you a screamer?

Or are you that type of person who does not scream but suddenly grabs the collar, the sleeve or the neck of the person next to you?

She could go with the same theme. And modify it a bit. Instead of someone coming out of the well, she could go:

There was a legend about the well in the garden that whoever just so touches the edge, disappears.

And then she could add a lot of other things like describing how the well looks like in the garden or how the garden looks like. It is pretty much like painting but with words.

Ah, words! There is another way to go about the prompt. She can pick out key words:

Well

Legend

Garden

Then shuffle them all together.

She thinks : say something about the garden

There is a garden in the middle of the park where no one would dare visit. A lot of people say whenever they come near that garden, they hear inaudible whispers. Others say they hear silent screams. Others say they just get goosebumps. No one ever really got to prove any of these but somehow the stories were the reason why this garden is fenced up. From the grilled main gate of the garden, you can see a well.

She thinks: say something about the well

From that distance (main gate of the grills fencing the garden), you can see a well. It is an ordinary well. Oval, with rocks fitted together to form its parameter and the classic pail and rope to draw water from it. A few moss have grown in between the rocks and it somehow adds an enchanting feel to it.

She thinks: make up a story for a legend.

A legend, after all, is a story no one authenticates or verifies. Sometimes in an attempt to correct or make sense of a legend, one only adds a version to it.

Shuffle it all together in that legend.

There was a legend about the well in the garden that whoever just so touches the edge, disappears. No body is found anywhere. Touchers only go poof and they are gone .

Long time ago, before the fence was placed, one lady dodged getting captured or banished into thin air and she lived long enough to tell her granddaughter about it. But she is confused and scared of her own story, depressed and in disbelief that her friend just disappeared, her heart gave up just days after she told her story.

Her story went like this...

She was with her friend exploring the garden and curious about the well, her friend leaned over bravely. She just extended her neck and looked down as far as she could not really wanting to get any of the green moss and mud on her dress. While they were excitedly chattering about how deep the well is, what they will be wishing for, etcetera, there was a gold coin that suddenly dropped to the water below. She looked up to her friend to ask her if she dropped the coin only to find herself chatting to no one. She looked down again and thought she saw the water below ripple and form into the shape of her friend's face screaming as though she was falling into the well.

She squinted her eyes and saw more gold coins in there. She had goosebumps. Could it be that those coins were also onlookers who disappeared?

She tried to scream but instead of hearing her voice from her throat, she thought she heard a lot of screams coming from the well. She fainted and fell on her back. Next thing she knew she is lying on her bed with a bandage on her head.

She relayed the story to her granddaughter while she was recovering but she did not make it anyway.

Her story brought about the fencing. Because people who got hold of the story started saying the same thing as hearing screams from the well.

Or.. she could rethink everything.

There was a legend about the well in the garden.

... They say if it catches one's attention, it lingers in their head. And eventually it would feel like it is calling them. Louder and louder each day.

Until they are compelled to write any story about it ...

And so the mysterious well

From where the voices dwell

Sings softly a beautiful lullaby

To sleepy souls, it bids good night!

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