Going, going, gone

Dust begin to settle on the wooden floor, on the open pages.

Ivy begins to grow, trying to get in through the open windows.

Whether or not we remembered to clean it up, the little house will begin to fade.

Fading into the rest of the forest, no one knows where.

Into the ground it goes, a monument to history, of fine conduct and nobility.

It's going, going, gone.

Dust specks fall slowly on the window sill, cloaking the dark wood's color.

Ivy's white flowers drop to the floor, drooping over empty forgetfulness.

Weather, storms, rain, it begins to wash the little house away as it fades.

Into the ground it goes, a monument to history, of fine conduct and nobility.

It's going, going, gone.

Our memory is short, we forget, no excuses, it's a fact.

Every earthly thing fades slowly into dust, just to settle on the floor,

Remembering the important things, that is what remembering is for.

Rain batters the locked windows, melting the walls away, ivy enjoys the water,

it grows stronger.

Into the ground the house goes, a monument to a breath of time, dust specks.

It's going, going, gone.

Going, going, gone.

Going, going, gone.

Going, going,

Gone.

Disaster five and a half

With a twisted look of pain, I try to add a third act twist and fall flat on my face. Normal? Expected? Of course! For me, that is, trying to work out the three act, three disasters, trying to fit it into my plot, sometimes it's just the piece of the puzzle, sometimes from a completely different puzzle that got mixed up with mine. Surprised? Astonished? Flabbergasted? Well, if you're not, I won't be offended, (hope you're not offended).  Do what you've been doing and if that's not working, take advise, lots of advise, it helps. So, back to me falling flat on my face.... No, let's not go there. There should be something expected, absolutely! But if you're really going for a plot that makes sense and is captivated, it's fair to think that first, second and forth and a half act twists will pop up out of nowhere! Okay, not nowhere, somewhere, your brain, your experiences. Although, it will appear out of seemingly empty space if you let it. Don't feel restricted by modes or cookie cutter ways for plot design. Do feel restricted by moral standards! In other words, don't go beyond that boundary that we all know is there but try to forget. There is  a line.

        - JC.