But only until today. He had finally found the love of his life when the girl had abandoned him near the gates. He did not know how he had missed it. He had always been so happy when they were together. He distinctly remembered their time together – such beauty was present in their relationship. He felt that he never had to ask about taking it to the next level. He knew such a question would always find an answer in the affirmative.
Today’s Prompt: Tell us the story of your most-prized possession.
Today’s twist: We extolled the virtues of brevity back on day five, but now, let’s jump to the other side of the spectrum and turn to long-form writing. Let’s celebrate the drawn-out, slowly cooked, wide-shot narrative.
Despite having a public playground on the street where I grew up, I could hardly be called an active kid. Or maybe I was never allowed to play as much as I was actively encouraged towards academics. Either way, I ended up reading a lot. Be it school textbooks or fun storybooks — I ended up reading a lot. It also helped that I studied in a school which had a good library, friendly librarians, and other kids with whom I could discuss books.
Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.
Prompt: 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.
Twist: And for your first twist? Publish this stream-of-consciousness post on your blog.
The first thought in this process of writing out a stream of consciousness is that,“This is foolish”. For all I know, I’m going to end up publishing a rant-made-in-20-minutes-or-less. To put thoughts in order to be coherent for a post on my blog I’d probably need some help. I’ve so many thoughts running around, I’d gladly get hold of a Pensieve from Dumbledore.
One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one’s mind, pours them into the basin, and examines them at one’s leisure.