I didn’t have access to a pen and paper. No ink blots were to be left as stains on my hands and parchment. There were no sticky notes around, no computers or phones to type with, and no notepads to doodle in. It was then that I knew that I wouldn’t be able to think.
At times, the only way I can dissect and delineate my thoughts is to write them down. I’ll have vague ideas in my head, stories sitting on the edge of my tongue, but no way of describing what’s bouncing around inside my head through word of mouth. Continue reading “An Essay For Your Thoughts”→
I took a breath as I stepped out into the light. A familiar scent of dust covered asphalt gently baking like a sheet of homemade cookies in an oven brushed by me as I began to exhale. The subtle scent would sit on the tip of my nostrils as I walked to my car that was strategically parked under the eve of a nearby building’s roof. I felt a heaviness in the air as I sifted through the barely noticeable light summer breeze. It was undoubtedly warm outside, and the thermometer I saw, after I finally climbed into my car and turned on the engine, indicated that it was steadily growing warmer. Continue reading “The Breath of Summer”→
I had read a text riddled with anxiety and worry. The words pushed for a more detailed answer and begged for better news. “We have plenty of time,” I texted my best friend, “the wedding is months away.”
My friend quickly typed back as if to shake me back into reality from a distance. “Yeah, but it’s already May.”
May? What had happened to the rest of the year? One moment I was thinking about the end of February, and within the next blink of an eye it was the end of May. I had so many other things that I had planned to do by the end of the year, and the world was already spinning into the second half of the calendar. Continue reading “Timelessness”→
OctPoWriMo Day 4: “Between Clouds & The Water” Writing Prompt
My body peacefully drifts across the surface of the pool of water like a piece of wood lost at sea.
I open my eyes for a moment to see the delicate puffs of material like white cotton floating over me.
I close my eyes as I continue to drift between the clouds and the water, barely sinking into the cool blue.
I plan to wait there until the air grows cold and the sun hides behind the grayer clouds giving me the cue.
It had all started one day after I sat down for a meal in my home. That day, I had a rather large helping of crisp salad, which still had the dew from the fresh water that had washed over the leaves. I had scurried off to bed after becoming uncharacteristically exhausted and quickly closed my eyes in search for rest.
The next day I noticed a very strange feeling in my body. I had opened my eyes and looked down in confusion of what I had witnessed next. The body that I had woken up in vaguely appeared to be the one that I had before I went to bed the previous day, and what I had lived in since my birth. Continue reading “Writing Prompt: The Change”→
Your computer won’t shut down when you are getting ready to leave work at five. Instead, it is looping a message, and then attempts to tell you something. What is your computer doing? Write this scene. –Writer’s Digest
I stare anxiously at the clock that is located on the wall behind the water cooler. It seems as though time has stopped indefinitely at 4:59 p.m. So I grab my briefcase even tighter to get ready for when time decides to reinstate itself and move its minute hand up to meet the 12.
When the clock eventually strikes 12, I quickly stand up with my briefcase in hand, adjusting my black pencil skirt in the process, and reach for my computer mouse. I move the pointer on the to the startup button and select the option to shut down my computer. However, for some reason, the computer begins to shutdown, flashes some sort of error message, and then goes back to the desktop screen. Continue reading “Writing Prompt: A Mind of its Own”→
When I finally leave this world, hopefully after many years of wonderful life, I hope to leave behind a legacy that inspires others. I hope that everything from the pieces of writing that I have written, advice that I have given and any helpful actions that I have done will encourage people to venture out into the world, treat others with kindness and think critically about their surroundings.
When my life’s river stops flowing and the land around my earth dries up, I hope the remaining rippling memories of my existence reach out far and touch those that I have come across. Like many who wander out into the world, I would like my life on this plane to mean something. And when it’s time to cross over to the other side I want to be able to look back and be happy with the life I have led.
The cold winds whipped across the faces of the men as they rode their long canoe-like vessel, made from the tall Cedar trees of the now fading forest along the shore. The tribesmen would violently shiver, every so often, as the boat rose and fell against the crashing ocean waves causing the freezing waters to wash over them. However, they would not stop and turn back to the comforts of home. They were on a mission, and they had to keep moving forward.
“Alright class, let’s settle down and get started,” the Professor said. “We’ve gotten a little behind last time and so we need to get started right away to finish this chapter by the end of today.”
Groans from various members of the class ensued. It was about four o’clock in the afternoon and several of the college kids were cancelling their plans on leaving early from the lecture. Papers were ruffling around and students were still filing into the class room late and making noise as they unpacked their tablets and computers from their bags.
“Today we are going to be cov—“
A light ringing noise was coming from behind the professor.
You receive a mysterious email and the subject line reads “Everything you know is a lie.” You open the email and read further: “Act calm as to not alert anyone, but everyone around you is not who they say they are. You need to quietly get out of there and meet me at the spot where you had your first kiss. You know the place. My name is Mark.”–Prompt via Writer’s Digest
I was approaching deadline, and glancing at the clock only made it worse. I had about an hour before my editor would come by this side of the newsroom and ask for the story I had told him I was working on, but after some heavy research and foot traffic the lead went cold. Continue reading “Everything You Know Is a Lie”→