A few months ago I signed up for a writing course offered by Tyler Knott Gregson and Andrea Balt. It was 30 days of writing : Write Yourself Alive
Honestly, it was NOT fun. It dug up feelings and emotions that I had long recovered from. But - I enjoyed it all the same. Someone in the fb group started a thread about “6 word stories” - I LOVE IT.
It’s hard, and simple, and is fun. It makes my brain work in ways it normally doesn't have to.
I have no desire to be a “writer”, sometimes I just like to write. So the 6 word stories sometimes turned into sentences or paragraphs, that stand alone. I like to think of them as excerpts of what I see happening around me, or tiny musings that pop into my head. I wrote other things during the class, but for now these are all I am willing to share.
Below are a couple, if you are interested. (None of these “go” together. They don’t “go” with anything)
Tenderness, not grace, came with age.
Crashing into you, fixed my broken pieces.
His tiny face awoke my soul.
Sometimes remembering what you lost hurts worse than the losing.
The first thing I noticed were your eyes. How fitting they are etched on
their soft faces.
Don’t pull your hand from mine. They were made to fit so precisely together. It would be a travesty to separate them.
Did no one else hear my heart shatter? It was deafening. I know now what erupting sound the earth must have made when Pangea split into all her pieces. Fault lines roaring as they shudder and pull apart, mountains crash into the sea. Everyone around me continued to smile and make introductions while I was rendered deaf from the noise. Sections of my heart drifting away from each other, never to touch again. Some sinking so far down they disappear completely, like they were never real at all. All in the blink of an eye, I was the only one in a room full of people who knew of the epic change.
Her presence shook me in a way that made my bones feel like they were slipping loose from their sockets.
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