Self Discovery Journaling Day 5: A Scene From Your Future

Self Discovery Journaling Day 5

What is it that you can’t stop thinking or dreaming about?

What are you most looking forward to experiencing in your future?

For today’s journaling session, you’re invited ūüíĆ ¬†to tune into a moment in your future and write all about it.

This session is going to be alot of fun. If your beliefs don’t match your vision, there’s also a little alchemy exercise at the end to help you shift what’s blocking you. Happy Journaling! ūüďď ¬†Follow me to view the journaling guidelines.

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Writing Prompt Wednesday

WPWEDNESDAY

Hello Writers,

The three writing prompts for the day (December 17th) are listed below. Choose one of the prompts and post your response¬†in the “leave a comment” section.

Writing prompts are a great way to practice your writing, share your creations, and to see how other writers think. Remember to add emotions, describe the scenes, use your senses (smell, sight, taste, touch, & hearing), be descriptive, and don’t hold back.¬†

Today we are going to be doing freelance writing. Freelance writing is a writing style where the writer just flows with the thoughts that come to mind. The purpose of this writing experiment is to free the mind of restrictions, constraints, and judgement. With freelance writing, you are allowed to express whatever flows. So don’t worry about editing or sounding “right”. Just let it flow, and most of all – have fun!

1. Write in freelance style about ambiguity. 

2. Write in freelance style about hatred.

3. Write in freelance style about love.

I chose writing prompt # 3. 

Consuming all encompassing passionate vibrations

A baby’s first smile

Feelings of never-ending pleasure

A fresh cup of coffee

Slippers on the feet

The moonlight watching me as i watch it

Free-flowing thoughts

A cool summer’s breeze

Soul-shaking love-making that brings me down to my knees

The path of least resistance

That moment of peace

That fire in the heart

Everything all at once perfectly understood

The melting away of years of trauma and pain 

Eyes that light up when they see you – like a son’s or a daughter’s

Fearlessness in the night

Peace and rise of the soul

Openness and receptivity

Allowing the unknown to unfold

Love – a strange thing – some dare not open to it because of the hurt and pain that it has once caused, but you can’t deny the feelings of it when its true, right, and on time

An understood glance

Watchful eyes

A song in the heart

Moved about through life’s current effortlessly, easily, and spoiled-rottenly in love

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Writing Prompt Wednesday

WPWEDNESDAY

Hello Writers,

The three writing prompts for the day (December 3rd) are listed below. Choose one of the prompts and post your response¬†in the “leave a comment” section.

Writing prompts are a great way to practice your writing, share your creations, and to see how other writers think. Remember to add emotions, describe the scenes, use your senses (smell, sight, taste, touch, & hearing), be descriptive, and don’t hold back.¬†

1. Create a scene using the dilapidated house photo below.

Location #1

2. Create a scene using the castle photo below.

Location #2

3. Create a scene using the mountain scenery photo below.

Location #3

I chose writing prompt # 1. 

I had traveled for what seemed like months. It had been, in fact, 22 days with nothing attached to me but the clothes on my back, shoes on my feet, and an old, raggedy, one-strap bookbag that had seen better days. Ghost town was no place for a girl like me. I was in the middle of a thirsty man’s hell. There were no signs of life – just a dusty windy road contoured by barren land.

The house that I reached, looked as if a strong wind from any direction would have blown it apart. The porch steps were hanging on for dear life, and the entry door – well let’s just say it was almost non-existent. All of the windows on the house looked like they had been blown out. The house offered no hope other than shade from the sun.

As I approached the steps, a small old lady crept out the front doorway. My first reaction was to grab for the gun that I had stored on my hip. My second was to put my hand up and warn the lady to stay back once I remembered that I only had two bullet left, and that they were in the bottom of my bookbag.

The old lady’s shrill voice sent shivers down my spine.

“Come here,” she said reaching towards me as if to grasp for her last ounce of life.

I backed up from the steps and stumbled over a dead tree limb.

“Stay back,” I yelled warning the lady.

I wiped the sweat from my face to see the position that the lady had moved to.

The lady’s glass-like eyes¬†followed me as I eased further and further back from the house.

“You are in grave danger,” she said.

I turned my head towards the dusty road and noticed a speeding pick-up truck about a quarter mile of the ways down. I removed the gun from my hip, and started rummaging through my bookbag. A half a flask of whiskey and a lighter fell out. I searched frantically for the bullets to the pistol. After a few seconds of searching, I found one bullet. I reached around in the bookbag until my fingers poked through a quarter-sized hole in the bottom.

“Shit,” I said aloud.

The old crone picked up her pace as she hurried towards me. I grabbed the gun from the ground, inserted the bullet, and pointed it in her direction.

“Don’t come another step closer,” I screamed.

The threat halted the lady’s footsteps. By the time I had managed to pick my stuff up from the ground, a truck full of hungry demon possessed looking guys skid across the dirt. A few¬†hopped off the back of the truck and grabbed their big guns. The driver flung the door open and howled to the sky.

“What do we have here?” the driver asked.

As the gruesome men approached me, I pointed my gun in their direction warning them to stay back. One of the guys pointed his fully loaded shotgun straight at my head. I took a deep breath, put the pistol to my temple, and woke up.

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Writing Prompt Wednesday

WPWEDNESDAY

Hello Writers,

The three writing prompts for the day (October 29th) are listed below. Choose one of the prompts and post your poem or short story in the “leave a comment” section.

Writing prompts are a great way to practice your writing, share your creations, and to see how other writers think. Remember to add emotions, describe the scenes, use your senses (smell, sight, taste, touch, & hearing), be descriptive, and don’t hold back.¬†

1. Write a poem about homelessness using mostly similes and metaphors. 

2. Write a short story about a dream you’ve had recently.¬†

3. Write a poem that has a color at the end of every line.

I Chose Writing Prompt # 1

The concrete is my bed
Cardboards are my sheets
A smile is my hope
A hot meal is my reach
The strangers that walk by
See me as a leech
They have no idea 
That my heart lost its peace
Degrading like castration
My future’s as bleak
As a bird without wings
It’s unsettling to me
My heart’s as cold as ice
Towards the hand that I’ve been dealt
No money, no life
No warmth to be felt
A hard knock life it is indeed 
I can’t wait for the day
That this darkness sets me free
:::Written By Renee Brooks:::

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