The Other Side of Paradise

by

fading innocence

There is a place called Paradise, where clouds are fluffy and made of pink and blue sugar-spun cotton candy, and angels fly with vanilla-colored wings and are always willing to help you reach one of the clouds. There is a place called Paradise where the atmosphere is always cheerful and strawberry-flavored (other scents provided for those allergic, of course) and rainbow bubbles come out every time someone laughs. There is a place called Paradise, where happiness abounds.

Then, there's the other side.

The other side of Paradise is for the people who define happiness as something different, yet have made it there anyway. The other side of Paradise is where you never have to get up to find a pen and paper, and the letters have been rubbed off the keyboards of the computers from being used so much so much. There's always a trail of stickers peeled off of pens leading to the important places like the cafeteria and the bedrooms because for some odd reason, there's always a sticker collector there. The other side of Paradise is the quiet writer's haven.

The other side of Paradise used to be called Paradise Hotel, because, in fact, this is where muses checked in. Muses of writers from all around the world come when they're tired from being used so much, from being the thing their writer falls back on to provide inspiration.

Although many professional writers believe muses are not real, that is because they've never really noticed them. Muses flight around, invisible, and highlight items either new or old and sometimes in between, and suddenly, their writer sees all the tales that could center around that item, or the role that item could play in the story they're currently writing, or the number of metaphors that could be devised from that item. As well as items, muses highlight events, pictures, and even people sometimes.

Of course, writers could force themselves to write about a certain subject, but that never works out as well as when they write about something their muse picks out for them. This is because their muse sees things that fit their writer's mood the most in a much clearer focus, and that's how they know which items to highlight for their writer.

However, this 'muse vision' takes a lot of energy. Many beginning writers abuse their muse by calling for the muse over and over again every time they get stuck, and that proves to be tiring. The kind of writer every muse wants is the kind of writer that writes a rough draft with the inspiration provided by the muse, and then spends several weeks revising it.

When muses are simply too drained, they leave their writer and check into Paradise Hotel, where they rest. Most often, they never leave because of the sheer comfort of the place (plus, they pay with gold they win off the leprechauns. Just because they have gold doesn't mean they're good at gambling.) and their writer never writes anything good again.

Have you ever read a novel that was so amazingly well-written and the plot was well thought out and original that you recommended it to everyone you knew, and then more books start coming out, faster and faster, and then later on, the quality of the writer's work starts to drop? That's because the writer's first work was so amazingly popular that the writer got caught up in it and began relying on their muse more and more, pumping out books until the muse was so tired it left.

A long time ago, many writers started overworking their muses, and a lot of good books were popped out, the best of them becoming wildly famous. Poetry even got a mention, having been a side-genre of writing for quite a while. Paradise Hotel's business boomed that year.

Soon, the public's interest in literature dropped at the poor quality of the books and only a few good writers were left, and when one of them died and went up to Paradise (for he wrote children's books that made everyone laugh and filled them with a sense of joy), he very quickly discovered Paradise Hotel. This writer pleaded with the muses.

"You simply must come back," he begged. "I fear the world may never read again!"

The muses explained their reason for leaving.

"I understand," The writer said, "but couldn't you leave for short periods of time? We really need better writing."

The muses agreed.

Thus, the phenomenon later dubbed "Writer's Block" was born.

Both writers and muses were a lot happier, and sometimes the muses even left notes.

Dear Joanne,

This is your muse, Bob, and I wanted to inform you I've left for a short vacation. No worries, I'll be back soon. In the meanwhile, don't write anything that's not a boring essay or thesis, try to get your son to stop eating play-dough, and for goodness sakes, do NOT try to get inspiration for the next book off of fanfiction, especially slash. While it'll please millions of fangirls (and a few fanboys) worldwide, your book will probably be banned from millions of schools as well.

Bob the Fairy

Paradise Hotel's business dropped noticably, and the manager decided that in order to receive more business, she would open it to writers as well. Soon, dead writers crowded the place, bringing with them their laptops that always seemed to crash, their pens that always ran out of ink when they were about to write something wonderful, and sometimes, oddly enough, their little siblings of Doomâ„¢ . Soon, with the help of millions of lined paper pages with incomprehensible scribbles and a few hundred Bic pens, Paradise Hotel was only referred to as "the other side of Paradise".

Will you go to the Other Side of Paradise, I wonder, when you die?


AN: Just a short story I wrote as an inspiration piece for fun. Please review!