Friday, January 24, 2014

2 Minutes. Go!

Hey, writer-type folks. Every Friday we do a fun free write.

Basically, you can write whatever you want in the comments section. You have two minutes. Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. Play as many times as you like (doesn't have to be today, even). So, tell a friend. If you have one. If not, tell your enemies. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play. 


Everyone stop talking for a minute. I mean everyone. I want silence. I want to dive deep into the dark blue depths where the fish aren't always yapping at me. Think how much we could get done. Imagine the intimate looks, the flashes of love and acceptance. Maybe these words are the problem.

Maybe it is the bombardment. I feel like I am being assaulted by a fully automatic BB gun that shoots doubt and insecurity. That shit stings.


Look into the diminishing sky and smile at the absurdity of it. Be glad you have found your place? Have you? The place where the voices stop for a moment so your own can shine through?

8 comments:

  1. Every decision felt so big back then. You scrounged for change in the sofa and then had to weigh it in your hand: subway ride to work or a cup of coffee? Each choice felt noble. Walking was good exercise and you attracted people, saw new things, took big bites of the dome of blue sky. Coffee was its own reward at the end of the three miles. But the subway was faster, and if you sweet-talked the account executives, they’d look the other way and let you snag a cup from their kitchen. Consequences only lasted a day or so, the slap on the wrist melting into the beer on Friday afternoon. Looking back it seems all so small, each choice ridiculous that something so little could take up so much time. You want it all back, all those wasted moments worrying if your hair curled the right way or if the eye shadow was the right color. Stupid.

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    1. "...the slap on the wrist melting into the beer on Friday afternoon." Love this. And the whole piece.

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  2. It's cold and bleak outside. The sun never showed it's happy face all day. My only companion on a day like this is the chattering crackle of my wood stove. What little light that managed to squeeze through the cloud cover is dwindling fast. A glance out the window reveals the three feet of snow that's drooping from the eve. It's almost like winter is trying to wall me in, from the top down. Cabin fever is no joke in the north woods this time of year. It's a good thing I fixed the headlights on my plow. At least I can go outside and clear the driveway. Three months in, and I'm only half way through this dismal season. I hope I can make it without losing my mind. The beach calls to me every night. I can hear the waves crashing, but I know they're not hitting the shore. I saw the ice pack yesterday. It stretches out about sixty feet from my favorite spot. And so...I wait...

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    1. The pace and sense of yearning/acceptance. Deadly.

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  3. Have you ever felt invisible?

    In a matter of seconds I could not move my legs. Just like that, I was paralyzed. What did I do that was so bad to be given such a fate? No matter how many times I searched my soul looking for answers, those answers never came. I just had to carry those thoughts in my head hoping to find something concrete to hold onto. I needed clarity but as the days passed I was no closer to understanding why this happened to me. Was I a rotten person in a past life?

    It all seems surreal to me now but it happened in a blink of an eye. One day I was living an active lifestyle (a personal trainer as a matter of fact) and the following day I became a handicapped woman in a wheelchair. This couldn’t be me I said to myself as I caught my reflection. As I made my way around people purposely looked the other way, suddenly I was invisible.

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    1. Powerful, I dig it...invisibility can be a scary thing. Thanks for stoping by!

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  4. Two minutes isn't much time, but it seemed an eternity when Donovan leaped out of the plane and his chute jammed. He used the ticking seconds to pray, something he hadn't resorted to since childhood. He was gratified to find it worked. Just before what would've been a bloody bone-crushing impact, he yanked again on the cord and it worked.

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    1. Cool take. You're right. Fast decisions. Drama. In moments. That's why I like Flash. Never tried parachuting. ;)

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