Repeat after me: “I’m more creative than I realize.”
I have a late-night idea! Let’s do a weekend writing challenge together. Not that recent-and-impossible 800 words challenge; but more like 80. I know you can type out 80 creative words today.
Let’s use my favorite - object writing: short time of writing about a word, using the senses (touch, taste, sight, hearing, feeling, smell)
The word? LOST
Oh, if you’re wondering just how LONG 80 words is, it’s the exact length of this post.
Go!
Okay — I’m game. Here goes the ramble …!
LOST
When I am confident of my direction on anything, I feel unchallenged, but if clarity does not exist, then I am lost. Being lost can be a real adventure, but only if I allow myself to release anxiety, grasp the adventure and embrace the freedom that it can provide. Being lost with a time limit is never an experience I enjoy. If I must be somewhere at some time, it ignites my OCD tendency to be on time and I can be quite unreasonable with anyone or anything in my way. Being lost in the spiritual realm is such a horrible way to tell someone about Christ. It implies an inadequacy or failing on someones life, and I think causes people to shutdown or somehow feel less important or successful. I know many people who think they are saved or found, but to me appear to be quite “lost”. So if lost means no direction, does “found” mean we are on a correct path? What if I found out I am going the wrong way? Does that mean I know the right way? I can get lost in a good book, get lost in the laziness of a warm day and be most excited. Sometimes after I lose something, I find something better. If I feel a little heavy, I want to lose weight. I am happy when I tell someone I lost weight, but not lost money? Is a perspective on lost a fleeting thing? Do we tend to consider it negative or positive? Okay — now I am at a “loss” for words and have 2 minutes left to write! The lost and found is an interesting place to study. Ever looked in a lost and found box and wondered about the people who used that coffeee cup, or that scarf? I sometimes find myself speculating on people like that and realizing that there is a whole world out there that has nothing to do with my day to day existence, there are lives being lived that I have no effect on.. That is, until I touched their lost item and a connection was made. Strange feeling ….
Times up! Fun stuff Mandy.
Ooops. I went with 10 minutes instead of 80 words. Sorry! :-0
That was like 350 words!
Always the overachiever! hehe
Thanks for playing.
Some days I feel so lost. Wandering around like a misplaced sock, static clung to the inside of your pants. It’s dark and the darkness closes in, gripping me….strangling the life from me. I feel uncomfortable in the darkness. Lost without any hope. I claw at the darkness. Oh to experience just a glimmer of light. A pin prick would illuminate the overwhelming pressure of midnight.
Through eyes slit against the darkness I see hope. Grace. Light. No more does the darkness of lostness burden.
Bam! There it is. Imagery – metaphor – feelings – senses.
nice.
Nate’s link didn’t come through. Y’all check this post in response:
http://www.nateonamission.com/post/822324388/lost
Okay, so…the challenge is creativity, right? So…I don’t necessarily have to post from a reflective point of view, right? And 80 words doesn’t always mean exactly 80 words, right? RIGHT?!
Good to know. Because here’s mine:
She sat in stillness and looked down at the scar on the back of her hand, gently brushing over it with her finger.
It’s almost completely faded now. Just like her memory of how it got there.
She sighed. Her mind was reeling. Thoughts overlapped each other, tangled themselves inside her mind, and she realized then that she had never felt so lost. Lost in her thoughts, in her memories, in time.
Be still. She had heard those words before.
But why did the stillness make her feel even more vulnerable? She closed her eyes.
In the stillness. She breathed. Here is where I face it. And where I let it go. Here, in the stillness is where the lost get found. It had to be.
dangit. i screwed up the italics on part of it. figures.
But I like it! With or without perfect little italics, I still like it. It’s a story – a good story – thanks for sharing it. 80 words isn’t so bad, is it?
here goes….
Hang on, hang on, baby girl. The path may seem rocky, but you’re not lost. You’re going to make it. Trust me, I am working all things out for good even those things you oh so dearly wish could disappear into the woodwork. See, I turn those scars from falling forward and the ashes of the past into beauty. Here comes the sunrise and I’m singing over you because you are my delight. You’re not lost, you’re found in me.
Nice! Scars, ashes, sunrise – good stuff! Thanks for doing this, Bahava