Hey there! Caleb here. I know it's been a while since I've posted anything regularly on the website, but I'm really hoping to get back into it. And so here we are, I'm posting a thing! I thought we'd start it slow, and start with a short snippet I wrote from a writing prompt back in January. A friend of mine said the phrase "Wake up, it's time to save the world." I took that and ran with it, since I thought it was a really evocative phrase. The piece isn't very long, but I really enjoyed putting it together, and there are glimmers of a deeper story that I'd love to come back to at some point.
One more thing before we get to the piece: I am writing To Look Skyward again, albeit very slowly. I'm doing some major revisions on the first half of the draft right now to fix some major plotting blockages I encountered at the back end. Hopefully I'll have chapters to share with you all very soon. I also have some other plans for cool stuff to share on the website in the coming weeks. Stay tuned!
Without further ado, here's my little piece:
“Wake up, it’s time to save the world.”
That’s what my master told me every morning after he grabbed me roughly by the shoulder and shook me until I fell out of bed. He would look down at me from where I lay on the rough wooden floor, surrounded by a haphazard rumple of blankets, and say those words, a stern expression on his face. I would roll my eyes and start getting dressed. He would turn around and pull a book off one of the shelves next to his own bed. And then we would begin.
Those words are burned into my memory. The rest of it is fuzzy, like a fading dream—even my master’s scarred and wrinkled face seems in my mind to be hazy and indistinct—but those words will never leave me. I can still remember their cadence, the lilt of tone and emphasis on every sound. He said it the same way every morning, and the constant repetition must have seared the sentence into my consciousness like a cattle brand being redone and redone on the same leg.
I wish I had understood the weight of those words. They had seemed like some sort of joke at the time. Just another one of my master’s many eccentricities. I didn’t know then just how important those words were.
I do now.