October 4, 2014
Prompt: Write for 10 minutes using "I used to think..." as your starter.
I used to think the world was a simple place. Everything was straightforward and you could tell who was genuine and who wasn't. It's not that easy. The world isn't a black and white place. Most of it lies within the grays. There are a lot of both good and bad people, you just have to figure out which is which.
At my job, I get some really hateful people come through. You can do your best to be polite and have a smile on your face. They just scoff and you and tell you to quite looking so happy. Those people, to me, seem to be the saddest. They're cranky for no reason and don't enjoy the beautiful things in life.
Then, I see people who are the exact opposite. They ask me how I'm doing and you can tell they actually care. I've had customers pay for a person's groceries without even having met the other person before. They just do it out of the kindness of their heart and say they'd hope someone would do the same for them if they ever needed it. These people restore my faith in humanity.
I also used to think that when a friendship was strong enough, it could last anything. That when everyone parts ways after high school, it wasn't really over. You'd still see all of your old gang just like you used to. This isn't the case. You only see the friends that care enough to make the effort to continue being an active part of your life. Even then, it's impossible to see them everyday. There's too much going on in life for that to be a possibility. It's more of a matter of being able to see them once a month and keeping in contact with them a few times a week. It's not much, but it's something. I've come to realize the term "always" is more of an overstatement than a promise. I've already learned many valuable life lessons in the few short months I've been out of school. It's a whole new world.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Saturday, October 4, 2014
October 3, 2014
Prompt: Flesh out this character: Juilana Ritter, 53; she is an extrovert but gets easily depressed.
This will be written from Juilana's point of view.
I'm really excited about going out with some work friends tonight! We're going to a fancy restaurant that one of the younger girls had heard about and wanted to try out. I'm wearing my best dress out and my expensive pair of high heels. I'm the oldest of the girls in the department I work in, so I want to fit in with the others. I'm sure they'll be wearing their most flashy outfits. Hopefully, we'll turn this into a weekly event. I love going out with my friends on the weekends.
I was disappointed to see I was the first of my group to get to the restaurant. That meant I would have to awkwardly wait in silence on everyone else. It's kind of a letdown to be the only person to take this seriously enough to show up on time. Oh, here they are! I'm excited now that everyone is here.
The waiter sets each of our dishes in front of us. I had ordered a seafood alfredo, not wanting to order anything that would be too unhealthy. I chatted with the girls about the new clothing store that had opened up not far from the restaurant. I glanced down as I thought one of the noodles had slipped off my fork. Sure enough, the noodle had landed right on my lap. I let out a loud gasp. My dress is absolutely ruined! A stain like that couldn't be missed!
All of the girls assured me that the stain was small and blended in with the color of the dress. I didn't believe them. I gloomily picked at the rest of my food. The night was a complete disaster. I just wanted to go home and change out of the dress. Maybe I should just become an introvert.
Prompt: Flesh out this character: Juilana Ritter, 53; she is an extrovert but gets easily depressed.
This will be written from Juilana's point of view.
I'm really excited about going out with some work friends tonight! We're going to a fancy restaurant that one of the younger girls had heard about and wanted to try out. I'm wearing my best dress out and my expensive pair of high heels. I'm the oldest of the girls in the department I work in, so I want to fit in with the others. I'm sure they'll be wearing their most flashy outfits. Hopefully, we'll turn this into a weekly event. I love going out with my friends on the weekends.
I was disappointed to see I was the first of my group to get to the restaurant. That meant I would have to awkwardly wait in silence on everyone else. It's kind of a letdown to be the only person to take this seriously enough to show up on time. Oh, here they are! I'm excited now that everyone is here.
The waiter sets each of our dishes in front of us. I had ordered a seafood alfredo, not wanting to order anything that would be too unhealthy. I chatted with the girls about the new clothing store that had opened up not far from the restaurant. I glanced down as I thought one of the noodles had slipped off my fork. Sure enough, the noodle had landed right on my lap. I let out a loud gasp. My dress is absolutely ruined! A stain like that couldn't be missed!
All of the girls assured me that the stain was small and blended in with the color of the dress. I didn't believe them. I gloomily picked at the rest of my food. The night was a complete disaster. I just wanted to go home and change out of the dress. Maybe I should just become an introvert.
October 2, 2014
Prompt: It was Erica Jong who said "If you don't risk anything, you risk even more". Write about what this means to you.
Ever since I was a small child, I've always been one to think about my decisions before I make them. So, I had always been bad about never taking any risks. I would prefer to take the safer route, even if it meant no chance of a future gain. I don't think of that as a bad thing necessarily. But if you don't at least risk something, there usually isn't a potential of any gain.
This past year, I've progressively become more of a risk taker. It started out pretty slowly. Just a little risk here and there. But now, it's much more often. I've come to realize that great things in life aren't always just handed to you. Not everything is black and white on what you should do. You just have to be smart enough to make the right decisions.
I'm really big into thinking that I have to have a plan for every detail of my life, that's how I've always been. I think that's what makes the idea of risk taking so difficult for me. I like things set in stone, no sudden changes. Especially nothing major enough that can extremely alter my future.
A month ago, I made a huge decision. It was sudden, completely out of the blue. A friend of mine suggested that I write a pros and cons list to help me make my final decision. There were more pros than cons, yet I went again the list. Something in my gut just told me that the paper wasn't right about what was the best for me. It was a huge risk, but I knew I needed to do what would make me happiest.
Today, I'm beyond elated that I had took that huge risk. I wouldn't have been nearly as happy if I hadn't. I think part of me knew that I would be risking more by not gambling with my decision. The jackpot was definitely worth it!
Prompt: It was Erica Jong who said "If you don't risk anything, you risk even more". Write about what this means to you.
Ever since I was a small child, I've always been one to think about my decisions before I make them. So, I had always been bad about never taking any risks. I would prefer to take the safer route, even if it meant no chance of a future gain. I don't think of that as a bad thing necessarily. But if you don't at least risk something, there usually isn't a potential of any gain.
This past year, I've progressively become more of a risk taker. It started out pretty slowly. Just a little risk here and there. But now, it's much more often. I've come to realize that great things in life aren't always just handed to you. Not everything is black and white on what you should do. You just have to be smart enough to make the right decisions.
I'm really big into thinking that I have to have a plan for every detail of my life, that's how I've always been. I think that's what makes the idea of risk taking so difficult for me. I like things set in stone, no sudden changes. Especially nothing major enough that can extremely alter my future.
A month ago, I made a huge decision. It was sudden, completely out of the blue. A friend of mine suggested that I write a pros and cons list to help me make my final decision. There were more pros than cons, yet I went again the list. Something in my gut just told me that the paper wasn't right about what was the best for me. It was a huge risk, but I knew I needed to do what would make me happiest.
Today, I'm beyond elated that I had took that huge risk. I wouldn't have been nearly as happy if I hadn't. I think part of me knew that I would be risking more by not gambling with my decision. The jackpot was definitely worth it!
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
October 1, 2014
Prompt: Reasons for sleeping in.
Beep! Beep! Beep! My noisy alarm clock buzzes, instantly cutting my subconscious off in the middle of a dream. I groan and roll over. My eyes stay tightly shut as I fling my arm out from under the warm depths of my blanket. I blindly roam my hand over my nightstand, feeling nothing but the cold wood. My fingers finally wrap themselves around my old phone. Gotcha! I shut off the alarm without opening my eyes. I've learned the buttons I have to press. It's purely muscle memory now.
I know I have places I need to be, but a few minutes of laying in bed won't hurt. I didn't get to bed very early, so I'm sure this little rest will help my body prepare for the rest of the day. My eyes sure are enjoying the prolonged break. I have to do what's best for them, right? My health is extremely important. If I don't make the right decision, it could alter my entire performance today. My eyes will try to shut and get the rest I so rudely deprived them of.
Not to mention my brain! It constantly works, but I'm sure it feels more at ease while I'm asleep. I'd hate to overwork it. I'm sure it's pretty stressed right now from the struggle of juggling work and school. It would just be terrible of me to not let it have another hour to relax. My brain is in charge of my entire body, so it would be in my best interest to let it get a breather. Otherwise, I'll be fumbling around all day and be half asleep.
Once I actually roll out of bed, I'll have to actually be productive. So I could just lay here an extra hour or two... I'd rather avoid the large amount of homework that will be due later. Not to mention I have work. I'm not really in the mood to socialize. I'm sure if I get a little more rest, I'll be a bit more of a people person. So this extra nap is purely for the sake of society. I'm such a good person! I smile to myself and dig myself deeper into the den of blankets. Just one more hour of sleep... or maybe two.
Prompt: Reasons for sleeping in.
Beep! Beep! Beep! My noisy alarm clock buzzes, instantly cutting my subconscious off in the middle of a dream. I groan and roll over. My eyes stay tightly shut as I fling my arm out from under the warm depths of my blanket. I blindly roam my hand over my nightstand, feeling nothing but the cold wood. My fingers finally wrap themselves around my old phone. Gotcha! I shut off the alarm without opening my eyes. I've learned the buttons I have to press. It's purely muscle memory now.
I know I have places I need to be, but a few minutes of laying in bed won't hurt. I didn't get to bed very early, so I'm sure this little rest will help my body prepare for the rest of the day. My eyes sure are enjoying the prolonged break. I have to do what's best for them, right? My health is extremely important. If I don't make the right decision, it could alter my entire performance today. My eyes will try to shut and get the rest I so rudely deprived them of.
Not to mention my brain! It constantly works, but I'm sure it feels more at ease while I'm asleep. I'd hate to overwork it. I'm sure it's pretty stressed right now from the struggle of juggling work and school. It would just be terrible of me to not let it have another hour to relax. My brain is in charge of my entire body, so it would be in my best interest to let it get a breather. Otherwise, I'll be fumbling around all day and be half asleep.
Once I actually roll out of bed, I'll have to actually be productive. So I could just lay here an extra hour or two... I'd rather avoid the large amount of homework that will be due later. Not to mention I have work. I'm not really in the mood to socialize. I'm sure if I get a little more rest, I'll be a bit more of a people person. So this extra nap is purely for the sake of society. I'm such a good person! I smile to myself and dig myself deeper into the den of blankets. Just one more hour of sleep... or maybe two.
September 30, 2014
Free write.
I know free writes probably aren't that much fun for people to read, but I like having somewhere to just write for no purpose. Just to let out whatever it is that's on my mind. I have a lot of thoughts right now, just floating around.
I've recently found out that I've gotten back into the mood of writing just for fun even. The other day I put on a good CD and grabbed an old notebook that had some blank pieces in it and just went at it. For the past few years, the little writing I have been working on has been on my laptop. It felt nice to use a pencil. Instead of clicking keys, I can scribble and erase. It's honestly more work writing that way, but I've missed it. I'm less of a perfectionist when I'm writing on paper. It also gives me the ability to add in on the margins and cross out old ideas for new ones.
On the topic of writing on paper verses using a computer, I guess paper is pretty much a thing of the past. My senior year in high school we didn't even use paper in my history classes. They had completely gone online. They had started making science classes the same and were talking about ways to turn our math classes that way as well. I'm sure english classes will eventually follow suite. It's a good thing we can converse paper I suppose, but I grew up doing everything on paper.
I have a feeling when everyone else is doing everything online, I'll being sitting reading a paper book instead. I'll be that old-fashioned person that doesn't want to completely transition over like the rest of the world. Don't get me wrong, I love technology. I use it every day. I just worry that things like paper are just going to be done away with.
Free write.
I know free writes probably aren't that much fun for people to read, but I like having somewhere to just write for no purpose. Just to let out whatever it is that's on my mind. I have a lot of thoughts right now, just floating around.
I've recently found out that I've gotten back into the mood of writing just for fun even. The other day I put on a good CD and grabbed an old notebook that had some blank pieces in it and just went at it. For the past few years, the little writing I have been working on has been on my laptop. It felt nice to use a pencil. Instead of clicking keys, I can scribble and erase. It's honestly more work writing that way, but I've missed it. I'm less of a perfectionist when I'm writing on paper. It also gives me the ability to add in on the margins and cross out old ideas for new ones.
On the topic of writing on paper verses using a computer, I guess paper is pretty much a thing of the past. My senior year in high school we didn't even use paper in my history classes. They had completely gone online. They had started making science classes the same and were talking about ways to turn our math classes that way as well. I'm sure english classes will eventually follow suite. It's a good thing we can converse paper I suppose, but I grew up doing everything on paper.
I have a feeling when everyone else is doing everything online, I'll being sitting reading a paper book instead. I'll be that old-fashioned person that doesn't want to completely transition over like the rest of the world. Don't get me wrong, I love technology. I use it every day. I just worry that things like paper are just going to be done away with.
September 29, 2014
Prompt: Write from the point of view of a glass sitting on the edge of a table.
Life gets boring sitting is this cabinet. It's dark and cramped. You'd think it wouldn't be so bad since I'm not in here alone. All of us quickly run out of things to talk about. Glasses live very repetitive lives. We sit in darkness, until a human opens up the cabinet door. We are blinded by the sudden intrusion of the light, then one of us is selected at random. Usually whoever is closest to the front. I'm pretty sure that's just a matter of the humans being lazy and picking whatever is nearest for them.
The after being the chosen one, the human just fills us with a beverage of his liking. Then we are used. Once we have served our purpose, we get washed and put back into the chambers of the cabinet. You're probably thinking this is a very boring existence. Well, think again.
As a glass, we live in constant fear of the clumsiness of humans. They're prone to clink us or even drop us. It's terrifying to know you could be safely in the hands of the human one second, then smashed into tiny fragments the next. We have no ways to protect ourselves or prevent this. We must solely rely on the person.
While I've been explaining my life, a human has actually decided to use me. I'm already headed to the living room now, I just didn't want to interrupt in the middle of a story. I love getting to visit the living room! It's my favorite room in the house. It's more cozy than the kitchen, and not to mention there's a giant television. I don't really understand it, but it's a treat to watch after being immersed in constant darkness for so long.
Well hey, this is pretty nice! The human put me on a coster today! He takes a few sips then pushes me back on the table. A bit further back than I'm used to... I'm sitting on the edge. My breathing is faster than normal. If one of the kids run by, this could be it for me. Oh no, I hear one now. I brace myself for impact as my heartbeat skyrockets. The child just barely avoids knocking into me, but his siblings are close behind...
I need a break.
Prompt: Write from the point of view of a glass sitting on the edge of a table.
Life gets boring sitting is this cabinet. It's dark and cramped. You'd think it wouldn't be so bad since I'm not in here alone. All of us quickly run out of things to talk about. Glasses live very repetitive lives. We sit in darkness, until a human opens up the cabinet door. We are blinded by the sudden intrusion of the light, then one of us is selected at random. Usually whoever is closest to the front. I'm pretty sure that's just a matter of the humans being lazy and picking whatever is nearest for them.
The after being the chosen one, the human just fills us with a beverage of his liking. Then we are used. Once we have served our purpose, we get washed and put back into the chambers of the cabinet. You're probably thinking this is a very boring existence. Well, think again.
As a glass, we live in constant fear of the clumsiness of humans. They're prone to clink us or even drop us. It's terrifying to know you could be safely in the hands of the human one second, then smashed into tiny fragments the next. We have no ways to protect ourselves or prevent this. We must solely rely on the person.
While I've been explaining my life, a human has actually decided to use me. I'm already headed to the living room now, I just didn't want to interrupt in the middle of a story. I love getting to visit the living room! It's my favorite room in the house. It's more cozy than the kitchen, and not to mention there's a giant television. I don't really understand it, but it's a treat to watch after being immersed in constant darkness for so long.
Well hey, this is pretty nice! The human put me on a coster today! He takes a few sips then pushes me back on the table. A bit further back than I'm used to... I'm sitting on the edge. My breathing is faster than normal. If one of the kids run by, this could be it for me. Oh no, I hear one now. I brace myself for impact as my heartbeat skyrockets. The child just barely avoids knocking into me, but his siblings are close behind...
I need a break.
September 28, 2014
Prompt: Write from the point of view of a clean sock that was mistakenly placed in the hamper.
Ah! I love the feeling of being freshly taken out of the dryer. Don't get me wrong, I hate the process of being dried. All of that tossing and turning makes me dizzy. Not to mention, I don't get along with any of the fellows I get thrown in with. I'd rather keep my distance from them. Not because I'm claustrophobic or anything. I guess I should explain what it is about me that personally makes the life of being a sock so difficult.
I'm a germaphobe. You've seen the humans that are like that, they touch any foreign object and have to pull out the hand sanitizer. I'm obviously not quite like that. I like the feeling I get after I've been washed and dried. I get the human smell and germs off of me.
Life as a sock isn't nearly as easy as it may sound and definitely is far from enjoyable. Humans just toss me around like I don't have feelings. I either end up in one of a few places if I'm not in the wash. Where I should be, is in the quiet confines of the sock drawer. It's nice in there, sure it's a bit crowded, but you kind of get used to it. Then I obviously end up on my owner's feet. I'm not a fan of this part, but it's my duty. I just hate what happens with me when the human has decided they no longer need me, but is too lazy to dispose of me properly. I just get ripped off and tossed onto the floor. This isn't how I should be treated. I deserve some respect.
Then there are the moments when I'm freshly washed and the human doesn't feel like putting me away, or I get dropped on the way to the drawer. This doesn't happen often, but my fate is the same each time. I lay there for a few days, alone on the cold floor. No one notices me. Then one day, someone casts their glance in my direction. I get picked up. Now, used to I had my hopes up that I was being moved to the drawer, nope. The silly human thinks I'm one of those filthy socks that has been thrown onto the floor. I then get put in with all of the filth in the hamper. This is disgusting. I'm clean and don't deserve to be put in with them. Maybe someday I'll get my revenge.
Prompt: Write from the point of view of a clean sock that was mistakenly placed in the hamper.
Ah! I love the feeling of being freshly taken out of the dryer. Don't get me wrong, I hate the process of being dried. All of that tossing and turning makes me dizzy. Not to mention, I don't get along with any of the fellows I get thrown in with. I'd rather keep my distance from them. Not because I'm claustrophobic or anything. I guess I should explain what it is about me that personally makes the life of being a sock so difficult.
I'm a germaphobe. You've seen the humans that are like that, they touch any foreign object and have to pull out the hand sanitizer. I'm obviously not quite like that. I like the feeling I get after I've been washed and dried. I get the human smell and germs off of me.
Life as a sock isn't nearly as easy as it may sound and definitely is far from enjoyable. Humans just toss me around like I don't have feelings. I either end up in one of a few places if I'm not in the wash. Where I should be, is in the quiet confines of the sock drawer. It's nice in there, sure it's a bit crowded, but you kind of get used to it. Then I obviously end up on my owner's feet. I'm not a fan of this part, but it's my duty. I just hate what happens with me when the human has decided they no longer need me, but is too lazy to dispose of me properly. I just get ripped off and tossed onto the floor. This isn't how I should be treated. I deserve some respect.
Then there are the moments when I'm freshly washed and the human doesn't feel like putting me away, or I get dropped on the way to the drawer. This doesn't happen often, but my fate is the same each time. I lay there for a few days, alone on the cold floor. No one notices me. Then one day, someone casts their glance in my direction. I get picked up. Now, used to I had my hopes up that I was being moved to the drawer, nope. The silly human thinks I'm one of those filthy socks that has been thrown onto the floor. I then get put in with all of the filth in the hamper. This is disgusting. I'm clean and don't deserve to be put in with them. Maybe someday I'll get my revenge.
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