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Across a sea of chaos lies a chapel bathed in harmonious light, ever welcoming souls
doomed to obscurity. Within the chapel lies salvation for the mind as it struggles to make
sense of nightmares that encumber it. As a lost soul tries to bring order to the chaos, it loses
texture and a refined taste it accumulated over years agony and anxiety. There is no true cure
for the scars that nightmares have inflicted upon the soul, as tragedy is a pain that wants no
remedy. Regardless, souls will cling to the light like a dog wandering the silent streets of a
city at witching hour. This agony of personal despair blossoms from a life wrought with
somewhere even if it means more desolation of identity. Stories are a way to express inner
monologues in a digestible way, but surrealism throws a wrench defined logic and twist
reality into a greasy beast of indulgence. In Lost in Obscurity and A Taste of of Life by the
Artist of the Story, the tales focus on the journey of lost souls as they attempt to restore sanity
to their broken lives. Influences such as David Lynch and Salvador Dali in surrealistic culture
and careful revision brings order to chaos in the stories by the Artist.
Surrealism in art and movies impacts the stories by instilling a dream-like narrative for
the reader to get lost in. The short story A Taste of of Life nods at the work of David Lynch
by destroying expectations of a linear narrative. When the reality that Zacharie is living in a
nightmare loop becomes apparent, this is inspired the Lynchs Mullholand Drive when the
first half of the movie was a red herring. This gives clarity to the surreal nature of Zacharies
life and guides the reader to an ambiguous destination. On the other hand, Lost in
Obscurity is more closely related to the art of Salvador Dali than a movie. Vivid descriptions
of a nightmarish city and the loss of moral anchors are akin to depraved, lucid dreams seen in
Dali paintings. The influence of Dali breathes life into the black city as the Forgetful Derelict
reorganizes himself. Though the story and the poem by the Artist of the Story are steeped in
dream logic and become wound up like a yarn ball, the clarity of surrealistic influences allows
for the reader to unravel the mystery of these tales in a succinct, understandable way.
Influences are one step in the process of making a compelling story, while revisions refine the
idea.
Creating surrealistic works of fiction takes a concentrated effort because it can easily
disorient the reader and leave them bewildered. In the original draft of A Taste of Life, the
tale was wrought with obtuse language and lacked refined detail on characters like The Noise
and the Girl of Value. With outside influence, these details were changed in the final draft to
make it acutely obvious what each character symbolized in the story. While some aspects of
the story will be left ambiguous, making the entire story disconnect from reality is hurtful to
Dreams are a useful blueprint for all types of creative fiction. Though nightmares are
often what the viewer sees in surrealism. Themes by the Artist encompass isolation of the
figure, representing feelings of rejection from outside influences. From the viewpoint of the
Forgetful Derelict and Zacharie, the people are described as harmful individuals that use the
characters for their own agenda and toss them aside with ease. Isolation and the interference
of others delve into the psychological aspect of surrealism and add meaning to the adversity
of the characters. So, the influence of artists and the interference of an outside touch cater to
these tales in a way that makes them feel more personal and involved. While the chapel of
light is the reward for a life of hardships, scars empower the lost souls and give them the
strength to rise above the nightmare and be triumphant in the face of tragedy.
Lost in Obscurity
Stirring anxiously beneath the sheets, Zacharie the trepid youth awakens to the
agitated grinding of the alarm. Wearing his doubt like a shroud, Zacharie embraces the
boredom of a new week without so much as a whimper. As he puts on his clothes, his gaze
turns to his window. Off in the near distance is the circus being built for the fall and it fills
him with motivation to move on with the tedium of school. The ferris wheel stands as still as
dormant giant waiting to be bolstered by life. Something about the movement of the wheel
puts Zacharie in a trance and intrigues feelings deep inside of his chest. Life always moves
As Zacharie begins his pursuit of a new school day, he finds a clothing store on the
way to the school. Staring through the window, he spots many fancy shirts and fashion wear
that he can never afford. What piques his excitement the most is a feather-hooded jacket on
display in the window. The jacket is the epitome of stylish and fills him with confidence.
Regardless of the price, the jacket is far too big for his tiny frame. With a frustrated pout,
Zacharie drags his feet to the stoplight in front of his school. Gaggles of faceless nobodies
squeeze Zacharie into place as he tries to cross the street. One such creature, a Vagrant in a
hoodie, stares at his phone with gleeful concentration. Upon closer inspection, Zacharie
notices that the phone is not even functional. The Vagrant fills him with disgust and reminds
him of a life style he is trying to avoid. A life of depravity and carelessness is no different than
being drawn and quartered by horses. Howling mothers, lonely souls and laughing devils get
Shortly before class begins, Zacharie snuggles up to his favorite desk in the middle of
the room. Sitting in front of him is the Girl of Value. Zacharie has never been cool enough to
talk to her, so he quietly admires her from afar. The Apathetic Associate grabs Zacharies
shoulder and whispers gently to him. He beckons Zacharie to join the righteous cause and
add purpose to his life, but Zacharie has no desire to follow a rigid path of faith. In the mind
of the Apathetic Associate, Zacharie is a Little Peep that carries a big trumpet. The
Apathetic Associate wants to strip the shirt off the little bird and lash some penance into his
back, yet Zacharie is far stronger than that. He will fly strong and do the right thing in his life,
without needing a higher power. Sneaking up beside Zacharie is the Sneering Sycophant; his
hand grips his shoulder uncomfortably. He sees Zacharie is a Big Peep that will light his
way through the foolish mistakes of the Apathetic Associate. Zacharie is the morning star that
will guide him to salvation, so he covets him with deep idolatry. The Sneering Sycophant
caresses the body and feathers of Zacharie, inching towards his pants and attempting to
carefully do what he always wanted. But Zacharie pushes himself away before things could
go further. As the morning bell rings, the Associate and Sycophant move back to their seats as
Zacharie turns his attention to his teacher. The Noise is a teacher that wants what is best for
Zacharie and warns him about the dangers of following the wrong path. Wretched creatures
of indulgence will cave his skull in and sip his good purpose out with a straw. The Noise
wants Zacharie to understand that the best things in life come when you put in effort,
otherwise he will end up living on a street and burning his feet in a boiling pot of crass
behavior. The Noise envisions Zacharie covered in filth and begging for more; an unenviable
fate of the foolish. The Noise opens the door behind him and grabs Zacharies hand, guiding
him to a dark hallway. The hallway in front of him is not too righteous or unstable, but fill
Zacharie with uneasiness. Letting go of his hand, The Noise bids Zacharie farewell and slams
the door behind him. Peering off to the side of the dark hallway is the Vagrant from earlier.
Zacharie tries to run away, but the Vagrant grabs his arm. A disgusting smell emanates from
the Vagrant as he breathes down Zacharies neck. An overwhelming tiredness washes over
II
After waking up from a peaceful rest, Zacharie enjoys a refreshing bowl of cereal. It
reminds him that days can start off the way he wants and fill him with ambition. Another day
of wonderful learning awaits Zacharie, and he wiggles in his seat in anticipation. Ahead of
him at the table looms his father, miles away and out of comprehension. His father stretches
his hand over the valley of shadows and through the travelers gate, reaching Zacharies soft
cheek. His fingers stroke feathers and rubs his beak. His father remarks that Zacharie is a bird
now and that isnt right. His son should be more of an established figure like a sawmill,
producing content and being a useful member of society. The hand recedes back into the
explodes open and he is sucked into the establishment. Darting to and fro the customers
whisper unceremoniously to each other. A tired-looking clerk with an owl head dusts various
statues and greets customers. A sparkling snow globe lies just out of reach and Zacharie
futility stretches his arms to grab it. The tired owl clerk walks up to Zacharie and hands him
the snow globe he wanted. Inside the globe is a blizzard surrounding a circus full of happy
people. Yet it was so still and motionless. He set aside the negative emotions and searched for
something that would impress the Girl of Value. She was so far out of his league, but perhaps
a gift would break the ice. When he thinks of her he sees a happy life full of promise,
something he strives to obtain. Stumbling through rabble rousers and unsavory gentlemen
left a foul taste in his mouth. He crawled on his knees and under a shelf to reject the silly and
pointless noise of the customers. Destiny smiles upon him as he finds a hairpin shaped like a
ladybug. It was intricate and complicated, like the Girl of Value. As he held it close, his eyes
became misty and he thought about a happy life he always wanted. He thought about his
friends the Apathetic Associate and Sneering Sycophant. They both care about him on some
level, but they are caught up in pushing him down a path of their choosing. Zacharie wishes
his friends would set aside their agenda and just be there for him. As he frowns about his
friendship dilemma, a trap door opens beneath him and Zacharie falls into the abyss.
Cold water drips on his face and he wakes up in darkness. Holding himself closely,
Zacharie walks through a dark corridor that endlessly drips water. His clothes were long
gone, off enjoying a vacation in cloud cuckoo land. Being naked was the least of his concerns.
Getting lunch was higher on his list of priorities. He ignored the lack of clothes and embraced
the shoulder of the nearest shadowy figure, gently hugging the back of it. The person turned
out to be a black creature with sharp teeth who smiled fondly at Zacharie. It was an
uncomfortable moment, but the black creature understood what to do. It grabbed Zacharie by
the legs and dangled him upside down. As blood rushed to his head, he smiled anxiously
back at the black creature. He was then promptly thrown down a chute like old laundry.
After what felt like an eternity, Zacharie lands in a shallow puddle of water at the
bottom. Water is pouring in from all sides of the room, but it goes nowhere. Zacharies
kitchen table lies in the center, taunting him with the promise of more cereal. As he sits down,
he is saddened to find that the bowl is full of water. Suddenly, the presence of another person
brings chills up his spine. Sitting right in front of him is a man with water endlessly flowing
up his body. His square glasses are fogged and hide any glint of expression, but Zacharie
feels a deep sadness upon looking at this man. The Undrowned gives a soft murmur of
approval at the sight of Zacharie. His hand reaches out and touches the cheek of Zacharie,
giving him a warm feeling of acceptance. In the glasses of the Undrowned, he saw the school,
the streets, his home. Zacharie was exactly where he wanted to be. It wasnt a place where he
followed a faithful purpose, nor was it soaring far above with with careless passion. He was
there, and everything that was nice and pure. He grabbed the Undrowneds arm and held it
close. It was a bond earned, not stolen from the cold breath of faceless crowds or harbingers
of indulgent behavior. This sensation gave waves of nostalgia that felt right. As the man
leaned back from him, he pointed to the clock. It is getting late and Zacharie has to get to
school. He waves goodbye to the Undrowned and wraps his body around the clock. It warms
him up and dries off his sorrow. But his clothes were still missing. Somehow that doesnt
III
Trepidation devours Zacharie as he approaches his classroom. Grasping the ladybug
hairpin in his hand, Zacharie enters his class and takes his seat His classmates are murmuring
behind his back while the Noise is shakes his head in disapproval at Zacharie. Sitting down in
a familiar place no longer feels safe. His breath grows short as closes his eyes and tries to
ignore the reckless despots. Laughter grows in chorus in the adjacent classes as the other
teachers form a conga line into the basement. One by one they fall endlessly into the dark
basement, laughing as they fade into nothingness. Zacharie feels a pang of sorrow for them,
as he somehow feels responsible for their fate. He waves solemnly as his last teacher, the
Noise, reluctantly falls into the abyss. The Noise only wants what is best for Zacharie, but he
To his right the Apathetic Associate is dressed in his bishop robes, feeding fervor and
intimidation to devout. They stare up at him with fearful eyes and penance is rained down on
the undeserving lambs. With the good purpose moving his hand, he washes the land of sin
and brings purity back to the world. His gaze is distant, as he is blinded by the light. For
today he will do the righteous thing and bring an end to the great darkness that threatens
humanity. But his precipice shatters and he falls with a tremendous fear in his heart, doubting
To his left, the Sneering Sycophant amasses his army of apostates and throws himself
into the crowd of wretches. They contort and emulsify all sense of burden as the world burns
down. He calls upon the chaos of humanity to stop the approaching madness and his
followers lift him into the sky. The morning star he covets shines brightly above, but fades
into eternity while the Sneering Sycophant frowns. He gets onto his knees and prays to the
star as it comes crashing down, screaming in terror as his failure burns him to ashes.
As Zacharie sits in his classroom chair, he begins to worry even more. The children were
no longer there, save for one, and the room was growing darker. Tears well up in his eyes as
he shuddered from the cold. The isolation was overwhelming, yet never left his side. The Girl
of Value was gone, replaced by a door. Was she ever truly real or just a figment of his
imagination? What he felt was the warmth of a happy life he never had; a dream rather than a
tangible person. Zacharie approaches the door and notices the words The Taste of Life are
emblazoned on it. The hairpin was now a key that seemed to fit the door perfectly. Tears flow
down his face as Zacharie looks back on the desolation behind him. Nothing remains of his
old life but sorrow and grief. With a twist of his hand, the ladybug key opens the door and
Rain drizzles down on another fall evening. The sight of blood on his feathered hood
causes Zacharie to grimace in regret. He is exactly where he needs to be, a path that his
teacher has trained him for all of his life He envisioned the statues, stories and songs being
made in his name after this was all over. It will be a splendid celebration that he will never
have the pleasure of witnessing. The life of a martyr never ends well. Life moves on,
regardless of whether you want to go along for the ride. Richard trembles with elation next
to him, even though his legs are gone. Zacharie could not make out his expression in his
square glasses, but he knew Richard was determined. He did, after all, plan this trap himself.
Richard made the dimensional cage in the clock tower and drew the Vagrant and his wheel
within it. The wheel took the shape of a doomsday clock, which was rather fitting for the
Vagrant. The Vagrant got what he desired, even if it meant destroying the fabric of time and
space. Zacharie lifts the gun up with his remaining arm and aims it towards the Vagrant.
Richard is using what remains of his strength to hold him into place. All of Zacharies friends,
associates and sycophants sacrificed their lives in vain attempting to seal the Vagrant away,
while Richard made it look so easy. Calm washes over Zacharie as he tries to retain his
humanity. What remains of his memories is a fragment of the life he wanted, sparking a sense
of guilt and regret. The wheel invades his thoughts and beckons him. It speaks of an idyllic
life that deserves to have. Strife devoured his life ever since childhood, so he never had the
opportunity to be himself. With his hand on the trigger, Zacharie began to waver. He knew
what was the right choice. Richards happy demeanor changed to horror as Zacharie aimed
the gun at the wheel. Before he could even react, Zacharie fired a shot and pierced the wheel.
The clock stopped turning and light engulfed the area. He could not hear Richard screaming,
nor did he notice the tower shatter beneath his feet. As Zacharie fell into the abyss, his
memories faded away. His eyes grew heavy, but he could see the Vagrant above grinning like
a crocodile. Zacharies eyes well up with tears as he drift, drift, drifts away.
Stirring anxiously beneath the sheets, Zacharie the trepid youth awakens to the agitated
grinding of the alarm. Wearing his doubt like a shroud, Zacharie embraces the boredom of a
new week without so much as a whimper. As he puts on his clothes, his gaze turns to his
window. Off in the near distance is the circus being built for the fall and it fills him with
For a brief moment the ferris wheel started moving. How odd.