This is from a Flash Fiction challenge in my writing group. The theme is “beginnings” and could be no more than 150 words. Enjoy!
I’ve been trapped inside this microscopic room my entire life with no trace of how I got here. It’s so cramped that I can’t stretch my legs out fully. No lights, no sound, no fun. The walls are ever changing, expanding, but still restrictive.
I can’t do it anymore. No more excuses; I need to get out of here.
Using what little strength I have, I thrust my extremities out as far I can. But the room shifts in a way I never expected. My body changes positions unwillingly and I suffer a callous breeze. I was wrong. This is too fast and sudden; I’m not ready. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to speak ill of my creator.
But my resistance is futile as I am forced out of the snug, familiar room. This is the beginning of the end; goodbye old friend. I’m so sorry.
FINISHING THIS WRITING CHALLENGE. For real, I’m glad it’s over.
Having at least one beta reader finish my revised manuscript. (Thank you, Sarah.)
Getting to paint my patronus from Harry Potter. (Pic below!)
Discovering ‘Black Mirror’ on Netflix.
Getting my book cover done.
Having only one beta reader finish my manuscript.
Getting my book cover done and it being a COMPLETE DISASTER.
Learning what my tax refund is and laughing about how low it is.
That’s really all my lows! Not bad!
Well, hey guys, thank you so much for following my 30 day Writing Challenge. I will have the template I used here so you can do it for yourself. I think it’s a great way to challenge your writing, and to let your readers know you a bit better! Have a good rest of your year!
We’re getting down to the end! (kinda happy about it, honestly lol)
Write about an area in your life you would like to improve.
Is it weird to say my writing? Don’t get my wrong, I love to write and I know that the more I write, the better I get. Supposedly. I know that I am not a full time writer and to be truthful, I know that if I read more, it would improve. So, that is kind of my own fault. But, like I’ve mentioned in a previous post, I’m not a big reader. Yes, I’m sure that it makes my work suffer, but I just love to write. I like to create something with words that can come virtually out of nowhere! When I get feedback from my work, it is very exciting and I love hearing what people have to say. I am recently trying more to write different things. Couple writing challenges here and there (not this writing challenge).
I submitted a work to a writing group I’m in and it had to be a max of 150 words. I thoroughly enjoyed it! It was really hard to write that little, I’m used to rambling and writing too much! Once I’m able to get permission to share it, I will do so here. Keep a look out!
And then the other challenge I did was yesterday, the Beatles post. I’m not sure if you noticed, but take a look at the first letter at the start of every line. If you caught it, good job! That was really fun and I want to do more like that.
Guess the only way to improve my writing is to write more, so, I will try to do that today! Wish me luck! ##
This is the third time I started writing this entry, crossing my fingers that it’s the last. Not sure why I can’t do this one, but I had a dream last night and think I finally got it.
A letter to someone, anyone.
Dear State Street House,
I realize that you are not a living person or something that can perceive letters, but you are still very visual in my dreams and memories. You were the first memory of a home that I can remember, and were my home for about twenty years of my life. This last dream I had of you was… different than any other dream I’ve had before of you. It felt extremely real, that I swore I was there. The staircase always had this familiar creaking, almost rhythmic, and it made everything else seem real. My mind was remembering what it looked like back when I was still a child. Granted, it was a dream, so it didn’t look exactly like it. But I lived there 20 years, so it looked many different ways.
I was so in love with you, that I am still planning on owning you in the future. Hoping that you don’t get demolished because you’re getting up there in years… If houses could read, I would hope you read mine and understand how much of an impact you’ve had on my life and my subconscious. All the memories I’ve had there, great and really bad. Through heartbreak, depression, and discovering who I am; you know, teenage stuff. You were my sanctuary and it was hard to leave you. When my parents sold the house, it was tough for me. Hard to picture some other family using you for their own memories.
Hope you’re doing well and don’t get destroyed any time soon. Thanks for the memories.