Other Worlds

28 03 2008

Today, the Scribble prompts us with “Out Of This World”. Though the clear encouragement is to discuss space and the like, I’ve decided on a slightly different tack. I hope you don’t mind.

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Other worlds exist. I know this to be true. I’ve visited a few myself. The thing about these visits though, is that it’s technically untrue to say that I’ve visited. For you see, when I enter these worlds different from our own, I’m not really myself anymore.

Some of these worlds are vastly different from the one you and I spend most of our time. Some are eerily similar, with one or two things different. Some seem to exist in this world, but in a different time. Often times, I kid you not, they pay me to visit.

The first time I was paid for visiting, I found myself propositioning a seventeenth century whore in France. As she and I walked across the dirt road to my shabby home, four vampires in human form walked by. One of those vampires would become pregnant, and then sacrifice herself for the sake of her child. Another of those vampires would be the father of that child, and would evntually find his soul again and become a champion. That was a fun world to visit.

Less fun was the world in which I was one of a group of Mexican travellers, filthy and sweaty, journeying through the sweltering canyons in search of the Virgin Mary’s image upon the stones. Hundreds of us, some family, most strangers, walked for miles and miles to glimpse the side of the rocky wall. I can’t honestly say whether or not I saw what I sought, but I did see a shimmering light, a reflection, maybe, and I knew intuitively that everyone else saw it, too. We all looked on, hopefully, eagerly.

Then there was the time that I was mostly myself. I was at the Food Court in one of the malls of this world. We were in Los Angeles. I was enjoying my day, almost ready to resume shopping, when suddenly there was an announcement: “Attention, attention! Please evacuate the mall immediately! Repeat: please evacuate the mall immediately!” We later learned that foreign terrorists had released a deadly gas through the ventillation system of the mall. As we ran toward the exits, I spotted many who were not as fortunate as I was. Frothing at the mouth, bleeding at the eyes, dying. The horror of the situation remains with me to this day. Were it not for a hero named Jack, and the rest of his unit, who knows how many more would have suffered the same fate?

On a lighter note, there was the time I was in what appeared to be our world, but in the 1970’s. I was at a dance club, when two men — one short and with curly hair, the other tall and blonde with a long-ago-broken nose — entered. The short one was clearly hopped up on some kind of drug, so he barely noticed when he bumped into another man. Oh, but he noticed when the other man challenged him to a Dance Off. And oh, what fun it was to watch and cheer for the two competitors.

There exists a world where I am a high school student in a town called Arcadia, where Joan, a fellow student, believes she can see and have conversations with God. There’s a world in which I’m at a club that Big Momma barrels through to catch the bad guy. There’s a world where I’m a student at a fictional college where everyone is Accepted.

I’ve been spared by the evil vampire Angelus, saved by Jack Baur, and I’ve seen both Starsky and Hutch. Because between “Action!” and “Cut!”, these worlds truly do exists. They aren’t actors playing parts, they are realities unfolding.

People ask me sometimes why I want to be an actor. I say, why wouldn’t you want to live a life where everyday the impossible becomes not only possible, but probable? I wouldn’t want anything else.

— ldi

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12 responses

29 03 2008
Granny Smith

Actors, writers, children at play: we all live many lives in many worlds even if it’s all inside our minds.

29 03 2008
texasblu

Oh, very nice spin on the prompt! Yes… I’ve been to some of those worlds too…

29 03 2008
Laini

Wow, were you really in those shows? I’m a huge Joss Whedon fan — recognized the Angel reference at once, and saw that episode of 24, too. Fun post!

29 03 2008
gautami tripathy

Great take on the prompt!

word by word

29 03 2008
Tumblewords

Love it – outer space of inner minds.

30 03 2008
ravenous reader

Very clever and creative take on this prompt! Such a wealth of worlds you’ve visited in your time…the magic of movies once again!

30 03 2008
Kisha

Great post.

30 03 2008
winedarksea

most certainly

WDS

30 03 2008
Patois

Delightful read.

31 03 2008
Overeducated Twit

The great thing I’m finding about Sunday Scribblings is how a seemingly straightforward prompt generates such a wide range of responses. It sounds like you get out of visual media and acting what I get out of the written word and writing. I guess we all need a bit of escapism, don’t we?

1 04 2008
rebecca

oh, what a great spin! i would have never thought to go that way, but it was perfect! yes, indeed, we have all traveled out of this world into the vast realm of our imaginations – and the worlds we conjure up indeed! nicely done.

11 05 2008
chiyapike

I’ve just discovered these Sunday Scribblings & have been reading some people’s. Yours is interesting 🙂

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