I didn’t believe it when they said what I’d become.
But deep down, I knew it must be true.
I no longer felt any warmth inside me.
The taste of blood had become delectable.
And the sunlight burned like fire.
Embrace the darkness, they said.
Accept what you are.
No longer human.
This piece is based on What If? Exercise 93: “Ten to One”. The exercise is to write a 55-word story in which the first sentence has ten words, the second has nine, etc., until the last sentence has only one word. The objective is to show that precision and thrift in writing can produce surprisingly powerful results. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
You think you’re so tough, don’t you?
You think you have limitless power. Every time you strike, it gives you such a high. You revel in the chaos and devastation you create. It’s never enough; no matter how much pain you cause, you always want more.
I know because I’ve been watching you from the start.
I know why you do what you do. You think you can tear down their spirits. You think if you hit them hard enough, you can break them. You think if you destroy them from the inside, you can win.
But I also know that you’re wrong. You will never win. You can hit them as hard as you want, and you may even break a few, but you will never destroy them all. Because on the other side, there will always be someone to catch them, to heal them, to mend their spirits and send them right back out to fight you and everything you stand for.
That someone is me.
Every time you threaten them, I tell them not to be afraid. Every time you hurt them, I defy the impossible to heal them. Every time you break them, I embrace them and remind them that they will recover, that the pain will make them stronger, that it’s not the end.
You want everyone to know they should fear you. But I want you to know that you should be afraid too, because no matter how many hearts you break, how many souls you claim, or how many lives you take, you will never defeat me.
You forget that for every one spirit you break, many more rise up against you. For every one soul you claim, countless others flock to me. For every one person you push over the edge, hundreds find solace in my love and choose to believe in the better life I promise. We outnumber you, and we always will.
So be very afraid, Despair.
Because my name is Hope.
And I will always be stronger than you.
Writing is my life, my love, my greatest passion.
Writing is who I am.
Writing is who I was always meant to be.
Books were my first gateway to this world, the magical world of fiction.
I read them every day as a child, devoured their words like chocolate.
Every day, they welcomed me with open pages and promises of wonderful and imaginative stories.
And they never disappointed me.
I knew I wanted to join them, those great authors who had invited me into their minds, into their homes, into their worlds.
I aspired to share in their magic.
And I knew from that young age that I had found the only path on which I would always belong.
I had taken my first step on the greatest journey of my life.
I penned short stories as frequently as ideas came to me.
I started several books (though I never finished most).
I scribbled words anywhere and everywhere I felt the spark of creativity.
My magical world was open and growing every day.
Fiction was my whole world, but there came a time when my own writing fell behind.
I stopped creating so many stories.
Before I knew it, the ideas stopped flowing.
And my magical world grew dark.
For years, I felt lost without my words.
My stories hid in the corners of my mind, never to come to light.
I only ever wrote for school anymore, a tedious task with none of the magic I had once known.
And then, one day, the spark came back.
An idea peeked out of the darkness and whispered for me to create again.
So I typed a few words into my laptop.
Those words became a sentence.
That sentence became a paragraph.
That paragraph became pages.
And those pages became the beginning of a story.
At last, my passion had returned.
Once forgotten in the darkness, my dream reemerged in my heart.
I began to pursue my passion again, to reach for that star I had longed for as a child.
This time, I dared to share my stories with the world.
Readers gave positive feedback and encouraged me to keep going.
My stories even brought me real-life love.
As my courage grew, so did my creative skills.
And then the time came to seriously start chasing my dream.
Starting a blog is one of the scariest yet greatest things I’ve ever done.
It opened my creativity to a whole new world.
I’ve met other writers, made new friends, and shared my stories with likeminded creatives.
Never have I felt closer to that star.
Now I’ve taken one more step forward on my writing journey.
A hundred thousand words have freed themselves from my mind, growing from my imagination into my first major work of art.
My first novel, the fantasy story I’ve long wanted to tell.
And as I shape these words into order, I feel more excited than ever.
No longer will I be just a writer; I will be an author.
I reflect on all the joys writing has given me—freedom, creativity, courage, magic—and I know I wouldn’t change a thing.
From my childhood days of devouring books to my adult years of creating stories and poetry, writing has given me everything I could ever want or need.
Writing has made me the person I’ve always hoped to be.
And though I still have much to learn, I’m always ready to take the next step.
For the love of writing, I know I can never stop creating.
I will never stop being who I am, who I was always meant to be.
I am a writer!
She’s always been there from the start
And loved me every day.
Whenever I was feeling lost,
She helped me find my way.
She gave me almost every book
That I read as a kid,
And nothing made me dream as big
As reading always did.
I started writing short stories
Around the age of nine,
Thanks to the books she shared with me
That sparked this love of mine.
I wouldn’t be a writer now
Had she not held my hand
And guided me from childhood on
Through books’ enchanted land.
And every single piece I write,
She always seems to love.
Her feedback never finds a flaw,
All “five stars” and above.
My whole life, I have felt so blessed
She played the biggest part
In pushing me to reach my dream
Of making works of art.
No matter where I go from here,
I know she’ll always be
The person I can count on most
To always cheer for me.
So have a Happy Birthday, Mom,
In every way you can!
I love you to the moon and back,
My all-time biggest fan!
Happy Birthday to my amazing mother! Thank you for always supporting my dream to be a writer! I love you!
They call it a gift, yet to me it’s a mystery. They envy me for it, they want it for themselves. Yet as I wait behind the curtain, I wonder why. Is it still a gift if you don’t want it? I take a deep breath, exhale slowly. The fear overtakes me, I begin to tremble. But as the curtain rises, anxiety fades into excitement. I understand now. I stand alone on the stage, heart racing, dazed in the light. Silence fills the hall. Lips part, one voice echoes out, a small bird soaring through the air.
Strange beautiful gift
Music touches every heart
Poetry in song
My response to Colleen Chesebro‘s Weekly Poetry Challenge #51: Gift & Song. I know this is the third week in a row that I’ve participated, but I couldn’t resist trying my hand at a haibun with this prompt! I hope you enjoy the poem! Thanks for the prompt, Colleen!
Lost among the noise
Music takes no shape or form
Until these lips part
Silence falls, one voice rings out
And they watch my song take flight
The wind on my face
Sings adventure and freedom
Yet the fall is great
Still, life will not wait for me
So I spread my wings and soar
Long summer vacations
Always come with a final break
Before the unofficial season ends.
One last long weekend and we’ll
Return to our everyday routines.
Don’t waste your last days of summer!
Autumn is just around the corner.
You work hard all year, so enjoy!
Happy Labor Day to all my readers in the U.S.! Have a great long weekend!
I love you and everything about you.
I love how compatible we are and how well we get along.
I love how much brighter my life has been since you came into it.
I love the way you look at me with those adoring brown eyes.
I love the way you smile at me every time you see me.
I love the way you tell me that I’m beautiful, that I’m smart, that I’m wonderful, and that you can’t imagine your life without me.
I love that I can’t imagine my life without you either.
I love that you’re an artist and that you know what being an artist entails.
I love that you’re an introvert too, so you also understand the challenges of dealing with people.
I love that you support my writing as much as I support your music.
I love that you respect my passion enough to always give me the time and space I need to finish a piece.
I love that you can handle being in a relationship with a crazy writer.
I love your sense of humor.
I love the way you tease me and how you can always make me laugh.
I love how we share so many ridiculous jokes that only we understand.
I love how I can always count on you to hug me when I cry and make me feel better when I’m sad.
I love that no matter what happens, I always have you.
I love believing that as long as we have each other, anything is possible.
I love how we can talk about anything, or even just sit together in silence and enjoy each other’s company.
I love just being in the same room with you.
I love waking up next to you every day and falling asleep next to you every night.
I love that we don’t have to say good night through a computer screen anymore.
I love that we can finally look into each other’s eyes and kiss each other for real.
I love that you waited for me.
I love that no matter how hard it was or how anxious we both were, you never stopped believing that someday we’d be together again.
I love that you were right.
I love that I can write totally cheesy romantic poems about you and still mean every single word.
I love that you still inspire me to write romantic poetry, even after knowing you for years.
I love how there are so many things I love about you that the word Love doesn’t even sound like a word anymore.
I love loving you.
I love that you love me.
And I love how after all these years of waiting, we can finally be together for good.
I love you, my love. And I always will.
Happy Birthday to my wonderful boyfriend! You will always be the light of my life! I love you, sweetheart!
So you want to be a writer,
But you don’t know where to start,
How to go from making scribbles
To creating works of art.
You have so many stories,
They could fill a hundred books.
But to finish even one
Is much harder than it looks.
So you want to be a writer,
But you don’t know what to do
When a block forms in your mind
And the words just won’t come through.
You sit and stare in silence
At the blank page on your screen.
You’ve discovered it’s a struggle
Just to write a single scene.
So you want to be a writer,
But you’re overwhelmed with fear
That nobody will appreciate
The work you hold so dear.
So you start procrastinating
And you break your writing streak.
Now your writing days are scarce
And your dream is looking bleak.
But to truly be a writer
Takes a dream and so much more.
And you may think you’re alone,
But we’ve all been there before.
We’ve all been through the struggles
And we’ve all endured the pain.
We’ve faced so many rejections
That we’ve nearly gone insane.
But still we keep creating
And we don’t give up the fight,
For the world needs all our stories
To be brought into the light.
So put your pen to paper
And your fingers to the keys.
Always keep the stories coming.
Write as many as you please.
Don’t let anybody tell you
This is not who you should be,
For to truly be creative
Means to set your spirit free.
And the truth is just by writing,
You’ve already come so far.
So you want to be a writer?
My friend, you already are!