So I’m actually excited about Cascaders because
A) It’s (potentially) a new form of writing.
B) It’s relatively easy to complete.
C) Inspiration is as simple as finding a noun.
I’ll soon put up a post detailing my ideas for this form, and I’ll try setting out some rules. For now, here is a cascader on the word Hitchhiker.
Wind blew in my hair as I drove down the desert highway in my red Cadillac, with my pretty blonde girlfriend laughing in the seat next to me. We’d just passed a hippie, who had his thumb out. I’d slown down just enough to see his face light up, then sped up to kick up dust. It had made me happy.
He thought these things now, as he leaned on his stick, bent over, his dirty matted hair in his eyes. Dust blew in his face as another one passed him by. He lay down with only stones for comfort.
She finished climbing the flight of stairs, her backpack considerably lighter than before. Depression, debt, sickness and heartbreak had all hounded her. On somone’s advice, she had travelled alone to northern India to the triple peak of the Trikuta mountains.
“I’m coming, my lady. Only 8000 more.” She began climbing.
I need help sometimes,
Throughout the journey of life.
We carry us all.
It would be fun to travel each year,
Who do we run to this time, my dear?
“Come with me.”
“I could never.”
I’m looking for feedback on this style of writing, so please comment below on what you think about the piece, and what impressions you get from reading.
I’ve written one more cascader so far. You can read it here:
Thank you for reading!