28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 29
SURPRISE LEAP DAY CHALLENGE
“ I’m going to be “Beach Body ready” in no time! “
Other captions that were in the running:
” Since when did men have vaginas !? ”
” Not in those shoes, bro. ”
“ Those cupcakes look SUPER cute, but they probably don’t have a lot of protein in them… “
“ Every issue has 100 new tips for something when there should only be like, 10… ”
“ I want to do this 6 pack challenge, but my horoscope says I shouldn’t try anything new this month… ”
“ Am I being too nice at the gym ? ”
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 28
Not to sound “emo” - but it’s really been up and down…
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 27
He couldn’t understand how he got there, and he would never be able to. But there he was, stranded - and not alone…
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 26
What, like Captain Crunch? Pehehehe
I have absolutely no idea what to do for this.
So… imagine a buffalo wearing a monocle, seated beside an upside-down and inside-out giraffe, reading and debating the hidden messages of ‘Catcher In The Rye’ whilst riding a halved-out avocado boat on a river made from Adele’s tears. There.
Surreal !
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 25
This is going to be about my dream future bedroom…
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 24
THIS FAIRY-TALE IS DEDICATED TO MY MOM CAUSE IT’S HER BIRTHDAY TODAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM
Once upon a time - there was an adorable, little 2-year old girl named Macy.
Macy and her parents had just moved into their new house under the dark of night. It was a fine house, that was very bright and sunny because of the many, many windows placed throughout. Macy loved the wooden floors that constantly soaked up the sunlight.
Macy’s mornings were spent baking with her mother, who sold the baked goods for a little extra money and donated some of it to charity. Macy was constantly there, helping her mother around the kitchen by collecting whatever her mother asked for, helping to cut out the cookies from the dough with a cookie-cutter, and her favourite part - licking the mixing bowl.
However sometimes, instead of helping her mother every morning, Macy wished that she could go out to the garden, because Macy was convinced that in the small forest at the bottom of the garden that stretched behind the house - there were fairies.
One gloomy, rainy morning, Macy woke up before her mother and stood at the doors onto the porch that faced the garden. She squinted and gazed and peered at the trees at the end of the garden, and wondered what the fairies were doing. Macy placed her tiny hand on a glass panel of the door, it was cold to the touch because of the weather. Macy wanted with every fiber of her being to go down there and see the truth for herself. Macy eventually heard her mother wake up and move around the house, getting ready to start the day baking. Macy was completely divided - part of her wanted to stay and help her mother, but the other part of her wanted to leave. As Macy’s mother calmly called for her to come to the kitchen, filling with the cluttering sounds of her mother setting up, the rain stopped…
Macy burst out of the back door, ran over the wet, stone porch and jumped down the stairs. She could still hear her mother’s voice calling for her when Macy’s black, tiny, belt-buckle shoes slightly sunk into the damp, grass-covered earth as she raced across the garden and towards the tree line. As she reached the end of the garden, she paused for one look back at the house. The back door was still open and she could faintly hear her mother calling her and moving around the house looking for her. With trepidation - Macy slowly walked into the forest.
Macy wandered around the forest until she found a small clearing. Rays of grey sunlight trickled down to the leaf-stricken ground. Macy noticed on the ground that there were tiny, tiny footprints that scattered in every which way from a centre space in the clearing. Every second spent standing there in the half-light felt like hours to her. As Macy wondered what had happened there seconds before she arrived - she thought about her mother. Macy pictured her mother doing one of two things: she was either starting to slowly make things to bake without Macy, moving her wheelchair around the kitchen as she did and managing to do some of the things all on her own - or she was quickly moving around the house in a panic looking for Macy, who suddenly remembered that when she looked back at the house, the back door was open from when she ran out.
Macy instantly regretted leaving her mother. She realized that helping her mother was a good thing, not a chore. She understood that she was needed, and she wanted to go back in time and spend that time with her mother that she missed. Macy turned and ran back towards the house as it started to rain again. As her clothes became drenched, it became harder and harder for Macy to run. She imagined her mother panicking, searching the house for Macy as soon as she noticed the back door, and Macy started to cry.
Macy scaled up the wet, stone steps and cleared the wet, stone porch. She went into the house, closing the back door behind her and ran into the kitchen where she found her mother sitting there. Macy jumped into her mother’s lap, still crying, mumbling how sorry she was for leaving through her heavy tears.
“Oh there you are Macy. Why are you soaked? Did you go outside? Why are you crying!? It’s okay. It’s all okay.”
As Macy clutched her harms around her mother’s neck, her mother wheeled over to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and gently drying off Macy. They then both went into Macy’s room and picked out a new cute outfit for Macy to wear, and they went back into the kitchen to start baking.
Macy smiled and laughed and had fun the entire time she was with her mother. So much so that she didn’t even notice the small lights moving in the forest at the bottom of the garden, watching Macy and her mother’s happiness through the kitchen windows…
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 23
This is kinda tough cause most of whatever happens to me I take as “funny” (when its not shit-kicking me mentally, spiritually and emotionally) So for this - I am going to write about the two funniest moments that I ever created myself so far in public…
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 22
Dear loaf of bread that I bought today…
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 21
I’ve mentioned this a couple of times before here on my humble Tumblr - but my biggest and greatest fear is death…
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 20
Prepare to be slightly weirded out by my unconscious psyche…
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 19
Post lyrics to a song you love, and explain why you love them
This is tough… Some of my favourite songs are my favourite for completely different reasons. But I guess if I have to pick one, it really should be my self-chosen personal theme song:
“The World Has Turned And Left Me Here” by Weezer
The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place, an empty space
Has filled the void behind my face
I just made love with your sweet memory
One thousand times in my head
You said you loved it more than ever, you said
You remain, turned away
Turning further everyday
The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place, an empty space
Has filled the void behind my face
I talked for hours to your wallet photograph
And you just listened
You laughed enchanted by my intellect
Or maybe you didn’t
You remain, turned away
Turning further everyday
The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place an empty space
Has filled the void behind my face
You remain, turned away
Turning further everyday
The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place an empty space
Has filled the void behind my face
The world has turned and left me here
(Do you believe what I sing now?)
Just where I was before you appeared
(Do you believe what I sing now?)
And in your place, an empty space
(Do you believe…)
Has filled the void behind my face
Do you believe what I sing now?
Do you believe what I sing now?
Do you believe…?
Almost all of the time, I feel like everything in life is just passing me by. All my friends are in relationships. They all have decent to pretty great jobs, most of them know where they want to go/be in their lives - while I don’t have any of those things.
I even feel that when something does happen to me in my life - it’s only a matter of time before it goes away, leaving me back where I was originally before it had happened with nothing but the memory and the regret of the lost possibility.
So the only thing I have to hold onto are the memories, but they’re my memories, which are skewed by my own perception and reality.
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 18
It was something that you could see every day and something that everybody would instantly recognize, but it meant even more to him…
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 17
Here comes another list (which is probably going to sound like a bunch of “first world problems”)…
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 16
I honestly don’t think that I’m qualified to say anything about today’s challenge, because while I’ve fallen in love - no one has ever loved me back…
28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 15
Tom reclined in his seat at the table of the coffee shop in silent, brooding anger. He was frustrated - because not one person there understood at all what he was currently going through…
