The Creative Writing Corner

[avant-garde]

Can't say I enjoyed this one @NightFury @AlwaysMyself 

TW: abuse

Content/trigger warning

(Christian union)

They told me it was only a dream

A fantasy in my mind

That I was having psychotic episodes

That with them I needed time

(last long-term church)

They told me the lies would unravel

That experiences would prove them wrong

But none of it was a lie

My memories are all true

(rehab)

They told me I made it up

That my mind was sick and twisted

That I was demon possessed

That I was never pregnant

(occult)

They told me it was only a dream

That I would never be capable

I was as screwed up as I am now

That I would never get out

(parents)

They told me I'd never be good enough

That my place was in the bedroom

That this was my eternity

That I may as well face facts

(police)

They told me to stop trying

That I would never get justice

To stop making statements

That it wasn't going to change

(hospital)

They told me that I was faking seizures

That I wasn't in danger

They said I was making it up

And to stop wasting their time

(current church)

They told me they couldn't help me

That I'd be better where I am

Paying $200 a night

Because they wanted me to be settled

They told me all these things

All these lies that I believed

The concepts I still struggle with

The words that still entrap me

I try to fight the demons

But when there are so many

The inner critic is loud

To feel I'm sinking, drowning

[Penguincat]

Orange shirt, standing out like a sore thumb amidst a see of panic buying friendly neighbours. 

A blue dragonfly dances outside of the glass containing rumbling white noise sleep machines.

Coffee? A new mop? A new boyfriend? Sushi? It’s hot and I’m sweating in this noise room. I watch people walking by hand in phone, very cautious not to make eye contact which could be misconstrued as an attempt at human connection.

Is this it? Laundry with plans to later crochet while watching friends on repeat on a Friday night? Again? I walk into the cafe, letting the older couple exit before me, greeting them with a smile. Felt nothing. I talk to an old coworker behind the register about his plans to surprise his wife for their anniversary. I feel connected. I walk back to the warm sound room and sit in the corner, waiting.

The man that was sitting on the bench earlier had left, but I see a unicorn sticker.

It’s a pink and white unicorn with a blue horn. It’s surface reflective in the sun, sparkling when I tilt my head. I used to stick stickers onto things. I used to carve my crushes name into trees and dream about things. I carved ‘you matter’ at the summit bench in my town some years ago, in case someone felt they didn’t. Maybe I should climb that mountain again and read that persons scribbles. They told me it’s all only a dream, and to grow up after getting sober. They were partially right, but now what am I? The orange man? Or just the lonely girl in the laundromat. I stick stickers on things these days at an attempt to feel something, not for my love of stickers.

I walk home with my small hamper of old woman clothes. A car honks at another. It’s pretty quiet for a Friday. The birds are hiding in the trees as the wind takes them. I take the short cut to my street, passing an orange flower. This path is heavily used by the community, feeling tree roots under your feet as you walk by. The sun shines through the canopy and lights up a tree in the distance. The leaves golden with light, the branches swaying and the trunk creaking. A child not older than 12, sitting underneath the tree, bicycle by her side and a stick in her hand. She's carving something into the dirt and singing to herself, not noticing company. She was in her own world and for a minute, so was I.

I walked quietly past the child, scared to startle her. Sliding past an overgrown branch, I drop my basket. I stare at it, as if catching myself up to reality. I crouch and put my now dusty socks back in my basket. An old top with a sparkly sequence pattern and a bold neckline that I wore any chance I could. I stare at it, shimmering in the sunlight. I hear the little girl humming in the distance. I look up and sigh, letting out a childlike laugh.

@NightFury I felt like writing a mini story today. Thanks again for this weeks prompt! I'm really enjoying the feeling of delving into another world through writing.

[RiverSeal]

Hey @avant-garde, thanks for sharing these profound and deep words. I encourage you to continue to reach out to your peers here in the community. Take care RiverSeal 

[Shaz51]

Hello @RiverSeal , @NightFury , @Penguincat , @avant-garde , @AlwaysMyself 😊

[Penguincat]

Hi @Shaz51 🙂

[NightFury]

@avant-garde such powerful, emotional writing. Thank you for having the courage to write and to share it.

@Penguincat beautiful writing. I felt as if I was there. 

@Shaz51 hello, my friend. 

[AlwaysMyself]

@avant-garde I can only imagine the pain, and I know that that cannot even come close to what you feel. I am so sorry hun. Thank you for sharing, despite the pain. I am so sorry that you were not believed - and by so many people. I am sorry that you were not supported to seek justice when you wanted to. I am sorry you were told it was all imagined/dreamed. I am sorry people hurt you, and then more hurt upon that hurt.

[tyme]

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@NightFury wrote:

Well done to everyone who participated in the last prompt and got their creativity flowing. We have some awesome writers here, that's for sure. And thank you to those who offered support and feedback! @avant-garde @Ruby26 @Penguincat @Jynx @AuntGlow  @MissGremlin @AlwaysMyself @tyme @Shaz51 

This week's writimg prompt is...

 

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Great idea @NightFury . I'm going to give it a go as soon as I can squeeze in the time. I haven't written a story in ages!

[NightFury]

I hope you can read it okay. @tyme @AlwaysMyself @Penguincat @Shaz51 @Jynx @avant-garde @AuntGlow 

 

 

 

It's the story of a dream I had! 

[Honeymoon]

@NightFury  I know I wasn't tagged but just wanted to say that you are such a talented writer! Beautiful handwriting too💛