So, I’m a bit behind on this 30 day challenge thing. I guess I’ll just keep trucking and if it takes me 47 days, then so be it. Here’s Day Number 5. I wanted to edit it to make it more “show”, less “tell”, but this draft has been open for three days so I decided to just post it. So here ya go.
A ship is meant to soar across the raging sea, to battle wind and wave and arrive at its destination, perhaps a little harrowed, but still able to fulfill its duty.
This ship, though, would never see an ocean. The craftsman had spent weeks, drawing plans, carving stone, polishing the ship, adding gold accents. Now he had a beautiful ship, destined to a life of identity crisis. Read the rest of this entry
The sail screams,
begging me to stop it from being stolen by the wind.
I oblige, reining it in with all my might.
Now it begs to be free, to be filled with the wind.
I give it some freedom, but not so much that it can run away.
The sail is like a child.
It doesn’t know what it wants. Read the rest of this entry