Dream Island: A Machinima Story
by Phoenix, HSM team writer
Dean had moved to the perfect place to work on his novel. He was suffering from a classic bout of writer’s block in the city, and needed a place away from the noise and bustle. The real estate agent had assured him: here he would have peace and quite. A secluded island in the south Pacific. No people, no noise, no traffic, no pollution; only a sailboat or a native junk, passing by on occasion in the distance. Sight unseen, he had taken the place for the next two months.
Yes, Dean would be quite alone…
When Dean moved into the Dream Island condo, he couldn’t help but notice the piercing silence about the place. There seemed an absence of sound — no wind through the trees. No birds calling over head, no water sounds; how on Earth could that be? He was on an island, yet there was complete silence.. It was as though he had gone stone deaf. His first thought was the condo was built to be incredibly soundproof — but on an island, what would be the point of that? Wouldn’t you want the sound of the ocean, the waves against the rocks? That wasn’t the strangest aspect of the island, however. To his surprise, the island seemed to have a twilight season, if that were possible. It never seemed to get light enough to call it daylight.
For the life of him, Dean couldn’t figure this one out. He had been told of the island’s legend, but could such a thing be true? Like all legends, there was a rhyme of sorts. How did it go again? Oh, yeah…
“No life in these waters, no beast of the sky, no wind through the trees: my love has died. As I mourn, so shall this space. Once full of love, now a weeping place. Cursed with beauty for all to see, silent and lonely it will be. Beneath the waves to rest, until my love returns to me.”
The agent had recited the curse, although Dean was not of a mind to believe in such things. Perhaps the silence he noticed was simply a matter of timing. Maybe when he was out on the beach it was simply not a windy day. And the thing about the twilight…maybe it was simply that. More then a few places had a twilight season, although not at such a latitude. As for the sea life, perhaps he needed to learn the island’s tidal movements. Surely once he did he would catch a glimpse of something… out there.
Dream Island, an idyllic paradise. From the waters surrounding the island to the glass abode atop the lofty perch overlooking the island. This island was void of life, human, and animal. Nothing moved here; no wind, no, sun cycle. Dream Island was caught in limbo. It was said that a beautiful woman once live on these shores. She had loved a sailor. They had lived in this paradise. While they lived here, the waters teamed with life and beauty. The wind blew, a sweet southern breeze, tasting of sun and surf. One day, her sailor had gone out to sea… never to return. The beautiful woman had walked theses shores, waiting, mourning his loss, until finally she had simply walked out into the waves…and never returned.
January 13th, 2013 by Phoenix | 2 comments
Phoenix writes poetry and is a photography enthusiast, along with writing for HomeStation Magazine. She is currently studying for a BFA in Creative Writing and BA with concentration in Photography. psn ID phoenixstorm21
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Very nice Storm! Looking forward to more.
I concur. This is lovely!