Brenda N. Hermes

Blank Canvas

It was a wondrous world to which ideas came to die without being savored by the creative mind, not exactly a place of visual pleasure but aethereal essence, a raw beauty indeed. It had no outstanding features other than decaying shapes spread across the wasteland, these strange figures were letters. They came in different shapes, and scales, lying around and long forgotten on the ground some as big as mountains; those were the grass and ground of the world and the paper, the floor. The land was in silence and the smell of the air was of emptiness and dust. From the sky, a colorful rain descended but never touched the ground or seemed to be, no living beings lurked in the surroundings, only two shadows guided by a third one, the brightest star in the known universe.