CHAPTER THREE - INSPIRATION
by ALEXIS KELLY
Leaving the lobby, you find a note on the floor with the word INTERN on the outside, on top of a large box. You unfold the note and read it, Go find Inspiration. It says.
“Where would I do that?” you wonder out loud, folding the paper and finding that, somehow there is writing on the back and that the word INTERN is now gone, replaced by the words – By the underground river.
You figure this is your first task, taking this large package to the underground river and delivering it to someone there, while finding inspiration – for something? It’s all very weird. Checking the rough map on the wall in the lobby, dogeared and yellowed, you get an idea on the direction and set out.
Passing by various rooms, with names like, SCI-FI LAB, DINOSAUR PETTING ZOO, and FANDOM ROOM (from which a lot of screaming was emanating) you groan from the heavy package you carry, mumbling to yourself, “So glad this is downhill”
The lights darken as you go further down. You wonder why or how Inspiration would be found somewhere so groggy. Finally after going down ramp after ramp, and numeous damp and slippery stairs you find an underground river, the walls glistening stone, soggy and slimy. Sighing, you look around in an attempt to find anyone, adjusting the package on your hip. After seeing no one, you hope for a bit of inspiration to figure out what to do next. Then laugh at yourself.
Finally you see a light a little further down the way and walk towards it calling out, “Hello.”
“Hello,” a soft voice tickles your mind. You find yourself smiling inadvertently.
“I’m looking for . . .”
“Inspiration. Yes. I’m she.”
The lady in front of you glows so brightly that you can’t really figure out what she truly looks like. It’s then that you realize that Inspiration does not hang out in the groggy darkness, rather holds light within her. How poetic.
“Is this yours?” you ask, holding out the box, and find you’re whispering.
The serenity surrounds you, and you forget the heaviness of the package you carry. “Sorry, but it’s not mine. But you may find who it belongs to, if you just take the time to look.”
Your heart drops, but it feels as though inspiration catches it and pulls it up again.
“Just like inspiration,” the lady says, “you won’t find the owner of the package just standing around. You will know when you find them. It will be obvious at that point.” she smiles
“Thank You,” you respond.
“Try the library. And don’t forget about me, Intern. I am important in the process of many things.”
You nod your grin coming directly from your heart. “Thank you again,” you mouth, as if afraid the loudness of your voice would break the creation of peace. You wave goodbye and head off inspired.
“Where would I do that?” you wonder out loud, folding the paper and finding that, somehow there is writing on the back and that the word INTERN is now gone, replaced by the words – By the underground river.
You figure this is your first task, taking this large package to the underground river and delivering it to someone there, while finding inspiration – for something? It’s all very weird. Checking the rough map on the wall in the lobby, dogeared and yellowed, you get an idea on the direction and set out.
Passing by various rooms, with names like, SCI-FI LAB, DINOSAUR PETTING ZOO, and FANDOM ROOM (from which a lot of screaming was emanating) you groan from the heavy package you carry, mumbling to yourself, “So glad this is downhill”
The lights darken as you go further down. You wonder why or how Inspiration would be found somewhere so groggy. Finally after going down ramp after ramp, and numeous damp and slippery stairs you find an underground river, the walls glistening stone, soggy and slimy. Sighing, you look around in an attempt to find anyone, adjusting the package on your hip. After seeing no one, you hope for a bit of inspiration to figure out what to do next. Then laugh at yourself.
Finally you see a light a little further down the way and walk towards it calling out, “Hello.”
“Hello,” a soft voice tickles your mind. You find yourself smiling inadvertently.
“I’m looking for . . .”
“Inspiration. Yes. I’m she.”
The lady in front of you glows so brightly that you can’t really figure out what she truly looks like. It’s then that you realize that Inspiration does not hang out in the groggy darkness, rather holds light within her. How poetic.
“Is this yours?” you ask, holding out the box, and find you’re whispering.
The serenity surrounds you, and you forget the heaviness of the package you carry. “Sorry, but it’s not mine. But you may find who it belongs to, if you just take the time to look.”
Your heart drops, but it feels as though inspiration catches it and pulls it up again.
“Just like inspiration,” the lady says, “you won’t find the owner of the package just standing around. You will know when you find them. It will be obvious at that point.” she smiles
“Thank You,” you respond.
“Try the library. And don’t forget about me, Intern. I am important in the process of many things.”
You nod your grin coming directly from your heart. “Thank you again,” you mouth, as if afraid the loudness of your voice would break the creation of peace. You wave goodbye and head off inspired.