A rush of creative juices

Feb. 24, 2010

5:57 PM

Hey people! Here's a short piece I made inspired by a Detective Conan Episode back when I was relatively younger. Have you ever had an argument with someone you really care for only to find out later on that something terrible's gonna happen to him?

Fleeting glimpses

Streaks of orange and white pierced the horizon as the afternoon glow turned into dusk. I have been staring at blank spaces for I-don’t-know-since-when, thinking of what to orchestrate with a few brush strokes and a blank canvas. Despite my persistent effort, the argument with my elder brother days ago was the only thing that crossed my mind, nothing else. My creative juices had run dry, like a well in the middle of a blistering desert.

I stood up to flex my head left and right hoping to shake off my worries. The moment I collapsed back onto my stool, every detail of the room disintegrated and morphed into a new environment. Like the scenes you see in movies where the character gets taken to a new dimension. It’s somehow similar to that. I found myself staring at a man on top of a diving board. I barely saw the man’s face but he instantly reminded me of someone I know. There was an instant connection.

I had a quick glimpse of a scene painters would die to see - an Olympic-sized pool and a man about to make a 40-foot dive with the moonlight cascading over the waters. A chilly brush of wind managed to get past the open window. In a matter of seconds, the man started to plunge his way down towards the pool. I recognized what he was wearing. I’m certain it looked familiar. It had my surname scrawled on it in fine black print.

It felt like everything was moving a minute slower. I could see the man suspended in the air. I saw him wearing trunks and a diving cap; a man plummeting towards a pool, a leap of death. I locked my eyes onto his face, this time I was absolutely sure I know him. In a flash, everything came back to normal. He vanished. A tear quickly ran down my face. “Brother.” I murmured.