monsters, dystopias, and the uncanny, oh my!
strange stories for strange times
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"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin." ~from Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
“The artists were kept in cages. This was for their own good.” ~Allegra Hyde
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The End of the World as We Know It
I considered dropping the prompt I had set up for today, wondering if our day-to-day lives are feeling dystopian enough. Maybe there are enough monsters to contend with right now. Who wants to recreate them in fiction?
Well, maybe we do. Here’s why:
We need the release creating art affords us.
We need to make sense of things even when nothing makes sense.
Creating art lends us a feeling, however delusional, that we are in control. At least we are in control of the worlds we bring to life out of our imaginations.
We need to say how we feel and sometimes that means telling it “slant.”
Dystopian / monster stories are damned compelling and are paradoxically weirdly comforting.
Some examples and a Prompt:
Museum of the Weird by Amelia Gray (FC2, 2010)
“Fish”
Dale was married to a paring knife and Howard was married to a bag of frozen tilapia. Each had fallen into their respective arrangements having decided independently that there was no greater match for them in life.
When anyone asked Dale if he had dated actual women before making the decision to marry a paring knife, he would look at that person with such incredulity that the stranger would feel as if they had been rude to inquire. Dale did love his paring knife. They had their problems, like any couple.
Obviously, Howard admitted, a bag of frozen tilapia was different in many ways from a woman, though many ways it was the same.
The above is only the first three opening paragraphs of the story, but see how absurdist elements are brought in from the get go, though it’s not a wholly absurdist piece. Consider doing this when you’re feeling stuck and allow your writing to go where the absurdist elements take it.