A Page A Day


So my writer’s group has made a pact to write a page a day for the entire month of June. When we came up with the idea I was fully on board and gung ho about it. I reassured the others it wouldn’t be difficult, you just had to make time. Well it’s day three and I’m finally writing. Silly me, I forgot how often life gets in the way, and how lazy I can be.

Tonight I have three pages. So it’s like I wrote a page a day. Shhh, don’t tell, I won’t if you don’t.

Anyways, I’m excited about this challenge, I like the excuse of having to write. I haven’t been feeling super motivated lately and this is a good kick in the butt. I plan to continue writing everyday, if I put it off again I know it will be several days and then I’ll have to find even more time to write many pages.

Also having a writers group is awesome. A) nice to talk to fellow writers, no one else understands the pain like one who feels it to. B) fun to hear other peoples writing in progress and discuss the challenges and triumphs. C) its best for accountability, we have to bring something to read to the group which means we have to write.

It’s getting rather late as I write this, so I’m gonna end it with this. If you’re a writer join a group if you can, some quick googling will surely give you positive results (it did for me) and join the page a day club. Get you’re writing friends to do it with you, or just do it for yourself to see if you can. You’ll be surprised at the result.

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A Necessary Reset


I open the door, the harsh colour of the walls glares back at me and the cracked base board screams ‘FIX ME’. I take a step, telling myself ‘Deep breaths’. I put the box down. Sure it’s not perfect, but neither am I, but it’s mine, it’s me. This is the reset I desperately needed.

I move the pathetically small amount of stuff I own into the new place, MY new place.

I was nervous, terribly nervous; I‘ve never been completely on my own before. I’ve always lived with friends while at school, and then I lived with my girlfriend, correction, ex-girlfriend.

Now, I’m in a new city, with a new career, and nothing to distract me, no excuses. No girlfriend, no friends… I’m terrified. My new job begins in two days. I managed to unpack in all of five minutes (not much came with me). The mess reduced to a minimum.

Boredom has replaced excitement and nervous energy. Realization has set in, no friends… no social life. What am I to do?

I decide a walk will do me good, learn the area.

I leave the building and enter the outside world. Taking in my new surroundings, I walk block after block, street after street. I’m reminded of my friends, I miss them. I’m surrounded by thousands yet I’m alone.

I’m sullen, my head droops. I start questioning myself. “Why did I move here? Alone?” I keep walking. I hear something padding along behind me. I stop and turn around to find a dog looking back at me, a fellow lonely soul. I keep walking, and he keeps following. He follows me home, our new home. The look in his eyes tells me ‘life here isn’t so scary’.

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This was my second post for the weekly writing challenge, focusing on flash fiction.

Let me know what you think, have you ever done a reset? Or wanted a reset?

The Ominous Six


This is a flash fiction six word story, for the writing challenge of the week.

 

Move before death comes, skies alight

 

Feel free to comment and let me know what you think or what came to your mind while reading. Six words is tough… I must say, but I have a feeling I will be posting more soon enough.  It’s just too much fun to try and get something across with so little to work with, an awesome creative challenge.