The wheels spun faster and faster down the hill as the bike sped onward. There was a curve that would shortly slope upward, yes, but the leviathan of a mountain that awaited afterwards was worth the uphill pedal. Knowing this, Blake moved upwards with one bicycle stroke at a time, forgetting about the physical exertion on his body as he made it to the top of the mound.
He looked down upon the descending path with a mixture of familiar wonder and apprehension before breathing in and riding down, all previous worries and concerns consumed by the literal thrill ride.
How wonderful is it to look up at the night time sky after the winds blow away the dust and debris lingering in the air? To see the full beauty of each glittering star in the sky?
How humbling is it to gaze upon these beings eons older than anyone alive and realize how small you truly are, yet still feel like a piece of a greater cosmic puzzle?
Most importantly, how does it feel to have a connection with an unknown someone, who has either admired or wished upon the same lights that you yourself may be looking toward?
Before her gaze, the autumn leaves danced in the breeze and seemed to sing with every rolling patch of sunlight that graced them.
“I never really took time to really admire the basic beauty of this,” Dianne murmured in absorbed awe, “but I guess what better time than before something potentially life-changing, right?”
Fayeth sighed, a result of releasing her own stress and unsure of how to reply in the golden moment. Finally, she stepped over and embraced her sibling, the draft letter still clutched between the two.
“Whatever you decide, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
“Up! Down! Up! Down! Up! Down!”
The ever changing cadence of chants seemed to be on a loop as Kelly and the rest of her group struggled through half-assed pushups. Sure, the three mile run beforehand had been a breeze, but now everyone’s favorite exercise had replaced the freedom of the sprint.
She mentally cursed herself for thinking that a sausage bun for lunch wasn’t going to make it’s way back upstream at this point. Breathing out with a groan, Kelly resolved to see the floppy pushups through to the end.
Puke and cry afterwards, she thought whilst sweating. Afterwards.
Falling in love with her was like eating of Eden’s forbidden fruit. Such raw and impossibly perfect beauty was already salacious to the eye and imagination, but to taste it firsthand brought a new wave of elements for the senses to get caught surfing through–it was new, it was awe-inspiring, and it was exhilarating.
Once that sensation faded, though, and the tidal wave descended back into the endless ocean, the feeling had been washed away. New knowledge and memories were gained, but the high from the surf was gone, and, with it, the wonder existing before the fruit was tasted.
(note: I realize that I have been gone for an abysmal amount of time–personal stuff in addition to writer’s block can be a doozy. I want to update more often on this thing, and am staring by challenging myself to write 100 word short subjects for 30 days as both an outlet for myself and to hone my writing skills. Feel free to critique, make suggestions, or anything of the like. Glad I can be back!)
Hey readers! Lately, I have been using writing as an outlet for therapy and creativity, and have found that this has been really beneficial–especially when I seek to have my work published. Over the past month or so, I have been trying to come up with ideas for short stories, but have caught myself in a rut or a writer’s block as a result. So if you’re reading this and have a good promt for a possible piece, please leave a comment!
Has found me,
My body and spirit
To its quiet lull.
In my prayerful mind,
A void is unlocked,
Where the thing has made
A small sliver of light
Dances behind me,
Illuminating the abyss
But also a road
To follow its still, small voice.
I choose the small sliver of light
Over defeating the monster,
For I do not desire eternal imprisonment
For defeating the monster.
Over its existing influence,
The light’s voice beckons onward
To a better salvation.