Writing Club: 06/23/2015

Inspiration From The Night

"FIND WHAT BREAKS YOUR HEART ABOUT THE WORLD AND MAKE THAT YOUR PURPOSE." ~KRYSTEN

"I WANT TO DWELL DEEP INSIDE HAPPINESS THE SAME WAY I'VE BEEN LOST IN THE DEPTHS OF SADNESS." ~ME

As a gift in celebration of completing another series of writing sessions, Jen gave us all Orange Calcite to empower our sacral chakras.

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Exercise One

Your character is naked.

She wept and wept and wept. It was a sickness. She couldn't release it and she couldn't escape from it. At first it was an overwhelming surge of emotion. A response to the surprise of it all ... a response to Jeff's reaction ... and a response to the overall lack of response from everyone else.

Her life had ended and she had fallen apart. Real physical pieces of her being were scattered all around ... tears, sweat, blood, and the agonizing wails that she released as she cried herself into more crying before eventually blacking out for a few hours until it was time to get out of bed and pretend again.

After a while the emotions disappeared. She wasn't better. She was worse. She no longer felt sad. She no longer had the capacity to be sad. At work she felt transparent, naked, vulnerable, and alone.

Everyone knew. Everyone knew and no one asked. Everyone knew and no one offered to help. Everyone knew and no one cared.

Exercise Two

Themes in my pieces (shared with someone else as their prompt): lots of names, spoken dialog, inner dialog, repetition, lack of consistent style

Themes in Marcel's pieces (my prompt): sentimental, emotionally verbal, anchored in natural imagery, portrayal of a kind world (as opposed to a stoic world), confessional

Dizziness caused me to fall from my horse as I overcame the caravan leader and emerged from the wooded side of the small pass. Granite boulders the size of livestock protruded from the river intensifying the pleasant sounds of rushing water. That steady white noise was complimented by the intermittent rustling of leaves as the long spindly limbs of ancient dogwoods tickled each other like young friends discovering their sexuality by accident. Their small pink and white petals dancing across my view of the valley was their prepubescent laughter.

The other riders were kind enough to smile as they rode by, seeming to pass no judgement at my fall, and at the same time, somehow sharing a glimpse of their past follies.

The river extended indefinitely in every direction, yet it's gentle flow welcomed me towards it like an old friend into their kitchen offering their most delicious leftovers from a long week.

The beauty of it all brought light and uncontrollable tears to my eyes.