Runaway.

It appears to be her monotone routine. Walking along her coveted path but a diversion hounds her to take a detour. Of all the diversions that could deflect her from her route, it had to be expectations that changes the course for her. Like aiming headshot at the target, being ignorant as the ricocheting bullet flies right back at you. Running away is all she has done. In the long run, it feels like she’s been dreaming the entire time. Her subconsciousness is lying on the field of green grass gazing at the shimmering stars, pondering the absence of the moon forevermore. It doesn’t occur to her that she’s been lost all this time and there’s no moon in daydreams. It’s time that world awakes. It’s time she stops running away and faces her obstacles head on. Funny, this black cloud of thoughts lingers on top of your head before the commencement of the New Year.

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Caged-free.

I walk and walk and walk on —
  On the street with no name
  In the evergreen forest with no flowers
  To the mountain peak with no mist
I walk and walk and walk on.
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Brevity Situation

#5:

You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.

I have never been unable to see the footpath as I walk. I used to wonder how people can walk and not watch their steps. I was walking on the footpath of the garden like always. But was taken aback by the a letter I found while I was. Of course, I could just ignore the letter in a brown envelope but, why would I? So I opened the letter.

“Have a good walk. :)”

Serially Lost

#4: 

Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.

I can’t bring myself to write about the colossal damage my life experienced at the moment.

I lost my eraser.
I don’t fucking know when.
Eraser, why can’t you just stay with me?

Dead Loss

#3:

Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you?

So, this post is a total dead loss. I am supposed to write about my top 3 favorite songs. But all I can do is listen to them. I am a HUGE music fan. Music actually comes first than writing for me. I love my favorite bands. They have forever changed my life and enhanced it in a way I can’t imagine where I’d be without music. Music is my oxygen. Cliche. But, true.

So, all I can do is list my top 3 songs:-

1. Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd
2. Vicarious by Tool
3. Kite by U2

A Room with a View

#2:

If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

Today’s twist: organize your post around the description of a setting.

It was 5 AM and Serena was utterly unaware which route she was heading for the past hour. Her life was like the weaverbird’s nest swarming with indecisiveness. She turned on the radio which immediately played “Who Knows Where The Time Goes” cover by Eva Cassidy and she just drove. She drove till a dead end which was a garden. Serendipity is a wonderful thing.

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Change

Writing 101 Challenge: 

To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.

And for your first twist? Publish this stream-of-consciousness post on your blog.

Well, okay.

It’s a human tendency to observe, bond and perceive. Our encounters with various people have brought new insights in our life.

For me, it was my high school history teacher. I had the central idea that “change” was bad. Oh, it was nasty. Why change when everything is acceptable as it is? Of course, the world revolved around me then. With no sense of responsibilities I had no presence in the world full of complexities of everyday life. But that day, I pondered, why is change so bad? Why do I absolutely despise it to the core? Aside from naive, I really was oblivious of psychology.

My history teacher’s modus operandi was laudable for her quick wit and sarcasm. Perhaps, she’ll never know my thoughts and how grateful I am to her, but it awoke a spark in me. I realised, I’ve been wanting to change constantly. ‘Cause why don’t we admit? We LOVE change. We’re quite adaptable. I had been in denial. I changed. But due to this, I’ve been very fickle. I am so capricious that once I have an idea and want to write, I note it down in my diary but never reach a conclusion. I change, I change so many times. I’m sceptical and indecisive. Hence, I hope this writing challenge will quell away my writer’s block and change me, yet again.