Day 31: Burnt

This one will probably not be published on the correct day because it is currently ten to twelve.

Or even the correct month, for that matter.

Anyway. The prompt.

Remember yesterday, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?

This one is even more depressing than yesterday’s.

For starters, my soft toys. That sounds pathetic and childish, but I have heaps of them, all with names and personalities. A lot of them are older than I am, and handmade, or were gifts from people who are no longer alive. They all mean a lot to me. And I may or may not still sleep with one of them nearly every night. Don’t judge. It helps me to sleep better, since I’ve always slept with soft toys. I would definitely want to take all of them with me, but since I didn’t, that’s really sad.

Another thing would be all of my ornaments. That’s another thing that I collect. Some of them are from overseas. Again, some are from people who are no longer alive, and those ones mean a lot to me. Some of them are handmade, either by me or people I know. And some of them are just so beautiful. I would be devastated if anything happened to them.

A third group of things would be the items in the locked drawer in my desk. These are letters and drawings and little mementos from people and events that really mean a lot to me.

I said yesterday that I would take all of the books that I could carry. That means I left some behind. I probably would have grabbed my favourite chapter books, meaning I would have left a whole load of other chapter books, all of the books from when I was little, my old school books, and the three personalized books that I have, along with a few other books that don’t fit into those categories.

This is making me so depressed.

Another thing would be my clothes. That would suck because a) you need clothes, b) I like my clothes a lot, and c) some are handmade.

Staying on the handmade train, I would have left behind a whole load of handmade things that people had spent hours on. Cross stitches, paintings, the random tiny flower quilt thingy that hangs on my wall. That kind of thing. Stuff that I have made, stuff that family members have made, and stuff that other professional people have made. That would be truly devastating.

Finally, I would lose so much stuff that has sentimental value to me. Things that I have already talked about, as well as things like my old Barbies and Polly Pockets, the paper dolls and peg people that my mum had when she was little and that I used to play with, everything in my desk… Basically, if my house burned down, I would feel like my life was over, because I will have lost everything of sentimental value to me, and I am a very sentimental person.

I am also a very tired person that needs to go to bed.


Day 30: Burning Down the House

Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?

Well, this is another depressing one.

First, I would take all of the photo albums and photos. That is not physically possible, but I’m breaking the rules. I want to have these because they contain so many memories, and are so precious to our family.

The second thing I would take would be all of our computer files. Again, this isn’t quite possible, but again, I can break the rules if I want to. Same as the last one, this is because they contain so many memories that I couldn’t bear to loose. Stories that are not anywhere else, assignments from years ago that I want to keep for whatever reason, things like that.

Third, I would grab as many books as I could carry. Simple reason-books are amazing, and I would cry if they were destroyed.

The next thing I would grab would be the box of artwork under my bed, and the bag of birthday cards that is with it. Again, for sentimental, memory purposes.

And finally, I would grab the cardboard boxes sitting in our hallway that contains certificates, school photos, and things like that, belonging to my brothers and me.

So basically, I’m extremely sentimental and like to live in the past. I’m not sure what to think about that.

Sorry for the short post lacking in detail. I’m currently watching a movie.

Day 29: Through the Window

Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw.

I can’t do this one as late as I normally do them, so I will have to do it now.

I don’t even have to look out the nearest window to know what I see. Like I have said previously, I’ve had the same room my whole life, and the view out my window basically hasn’t changed in that time.

First thing I see is an old corrugated metal fence, supported by mossy wood and rusty screws. It sits about a metre or two away from my room, and the top is at eye level when I’m sitting on my bed. Looking above the fence, I can see the roof of the next house. It is a medium pinkish peach colour, on top of a white house. Behind the house, I can see trees and beyond that, the power poles on the nearest street.

To the left of the fence is a small gap, and then a mossy, wooden, slightly falling apart fence. The fence is held up by thick pieces of wood in a square, and thin pieces of crisscrossed wood are inside the square. Overgrown trees are behind the fence, and the branches and leaves spill overtop and through the holes in the crisscrosses of the fence. Beyond that, all I can see is green. More overgrown plants, trees, and grasses are behind the fence. Over the tall treetops, I can see slithers of the blue-grey summer evening sky. There is a hint of civilization above the trees, as I can see an ariel, probably from a satellite dish, peeking through.

But that is about it. Fences, trees, power poles, houses, and sky. Not the most interesting view. But it is my view. It has always been my view. To me, that view represents safety and memories and home.

Except for the times that I hear someone walking around between my room and the fences late at night. At those times, I hide and pretend I’m not there and mentally prepare myself for someone smashing the window and attacking me.

True story.

Day 28: Ode to Playground

A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.

I feel like this is going to be another one of those half-hearted, not fully completed posts.

Few reasons:
1. I’m tired
2. I can’t think of a place that I was particularly fond of
3. I don’t know how to write a memorial

So, with those three things in mind, I’m going back to Creative Writing Prompts. Sorry.

Prompt 109:

Write a letter to someone you feel you need to spend more time with.

Again, I’m going to use a fake name for this person.

Dear Tracey

I just wanted to write to you to say that I miss you. I know that you are back in town after moving away, but I still miss you. We’ve drifted apart, but I don’t want that. I want us to be as close as we used to be, when we made pacts and played Truth or Dare and silly games about earthquakes all the time.

You told me recently that you probably won’t be back at school this year. I wish that it wasn’t true. I wish you were coming back, because I felt like we had finally reconnected after drifting apart for so long. We had started chatting online again; started having conversations more, just like the old days. I miss those days, but in a way, I don’t.

We’ve had our fights. Oh boy, did we fight! As I recall, I told you that you were being selfish and ungrateful, and you told me to have a nice life. After that, we didn’t speak for a month. That was two or three years ago. But Tracey, I want you to know that, during that long month when we didn’t talk, I didn’t have a nice life. I missed you. I missed our friendship. I missed our stupid conversations and our serious chats.

But then we patched it up. We forgave each other. I still missed you though, because you were gone. Away from all of us.

Then you came back, and I was over the moon. But things were different, and they still are. I hardly know you now. My mum asked me how your sister was the other day, and I couldn’t answer, because I didn’t know. Because we’ve drifted apart. Slowly, but steadily. I used to know everything that was going on with your sister, or your parents. We told each other everything. Not anymore.

I miss you Tracey. I really do. I want to go back to the way things were, but not forget how far we’ve come. We’ve grown. Changed. I’m such a different person than the one I was on the first day I met you. You are too. I have the photos to prove it.

I know we can’t go back, not really, but we can go forward.

I don’t know what the future holds for either of us. I know I have my plans, and you have yours. But I hope that we can each be a part of the other’s future, whether it be as the close friends we used to be, or as distant friends, swapping an email from time to time.

As long as we remain that way. Friends.

Yours sincerely,

Well. That got deep.

Day 27: Sliced Bread

Most of us have heard the saying, “That’s the best thing since sliced bread!” What do you think is actually the best thing since sliced bread?

So, I googled sliced bread, to find out when it was originally sold, and discovered that it was in 1928.

I also discovered that in 1943, sliced bread was banned for a very short time in the US.

Random fact for the day.

For something to technically be the greatest thing since sliced bread, it has to have been invented, created, or discovered after 1928, and it has to be something to make life easier.

I’m going to have to say that the best thing since sliced bread is the internet.

I didn’t want to say this, but it is the obvious and correct answer. The internet, while not always good, has made our lives easier in so many ways.

•Quick, easy access to information about basically anything
•Easier and faster communication, all over the world
•Provides job opportunities for people like Youtubers
•Joins together groups of similar people with similar interests, and makes it easy to discuss things and assist each other
•Gives us the ability to do so many things, such as grocery shopping and banking, from the comfort of our own homes
•Basically just makes a lot of things quicker, easier, and less of an inconvenience

Yes, I know that the internet is not all good. But you have to look at it overall. Imagine living in today’s world without the internet. You can’t imagine it, can you?

No Facebook or Twitter or other social media. No Google. No blogs like this. No downloading music or watching videos online. No online games.

It’s weird to think about. Just like the idea of losing sliced bread was so uncomprehendable (I think I made that word up) for people in 1943, losing the internet is just as uncomprehendable, if not more so.

I need a proper way to end these posts. I feel like I keep leaving them hanging in midair. I need some kind of ending or something.

Any suggestions? Let me know.

Talk to you tomorrow!

T. A.

Day 26: Musical

I think I’m going to keep this one short and sweet.

What role does music play in your life?

I love music. Absolutely love it. I can’t imagine a world without music.

For starters, I love listening to it. I nearly always have the radio on, or have my headphones in, blasting out my Spotify playlist.

Except I’m not listening to any right now. Awkward.

But yeah. I love listening to music. I concentrate better with it in the background, and it just lifts my mood and makes me happier. Certain songs have a massive emotional impact on me as well, and they have really helped me through certain issues in my life.

As well as listening to music, I perform it. I play the flute, as I have previously mentioned on here. I love playing the flute. It is quite a difficult instrument, but great to play. I’m not the most fantastic flautist, but I’m not too horrible.

I love singing as well, although I’m not the greatest singer. One of my teachers will let us listen to music in class, and I sometimes end up having pencils thrown at me because I’m singing along to my music without realising it.

I also take music as a subject. It definitely isn’t my easiest class, but it is very interesting to learn about it more in depth.

And finally, I use music to connect with God. All of the songs on my playlist are something to do with my relationship with God, if that makes sense. In a way, I guess by listening to certain songs, it is my own way of praying. I don’t know if that makes sense to anyone, but that’s how I see it.

So there you have it. Music has a very big role in my life.

Oh, and just for the sake of it, I’ll put a link to my playlist here, so that you can listen to it if you want to.

Day 25: Dearly Departed

This one is depressing.

Write your own eulogy.

I must confess that I completely forgot what a eulogy was. I thought it was the thing that you read in the paper. But no, that is an obituary.
The eulogy is the speech at your funeral.

OK, since this blog is under a pen name, and since it would be kind of weird to say T.A in an eulogy, I’m going to use a random, made up name, as well as making up names for my family members etc. Hope that is OK.

Hi there everyone, and thank you for coming here today. I am Bob Clayton, the senior pastor here at Faith Baptist Church. I have been the pastor here for over twenty years, and in that time, I watched a young girl come into this world, and grow up into a young lady of God.

Zara Anderson was born at the end of September, 1998, to parents Wesley and Annie, and older brother Konna. She was a gorgeous little girl, despite the hardships that she went through as a child.

Before her younger brother, Finn, was born when she was two, she had already had her first surgery, to remove her hernia. By the time she was ten, she had had a total of seven surgeries, most of which were to repair the eye condition that she was born with.

But Zara never let those things get her down. She was always top of the class in school, enjoyed going to Girls’ Brigade every Tuesday, and loved to express her creativity through writing stories, poems, and songs, and by playing the flute. She was a lovely young girl who always came to church with a smile on her face, and knew all of the memory verses by heart.

She told me once about all of the bullying she went though because of her eye, and other hardships she began to face in her teenage years. No matter what she went through, though, you could always find her at youth group with a smile on her face.

Another thing about Zara was that she loved to read. By the age of eight, she was a pro at reading under the covers and doing everything one handed, because there was always a book in the other. Her mother once told me that one of Zara’s greatest dreams was that someone would one day invent waterproof books, for reading in the shower.

As she got older, Zara discovered her true passion in life-working with young children. After completing high school, she spent a year in France, as the au pair for a family with three young children. She told me that it was the greatest experience of her life.

After returning from France, Zara began to obtain her Teaching degree. She became a very active member of the young adults’ group here at Faith Baptist, as well as continuing to lead the group of preschoolers on Sunday mornings.

Tragically, Zara was taken from us early, at only 20 years old, when she had an accidental overdose on salt, something she had always loved.

In her short life, Zara touched the hearts of many. Her parents and brothers adored her, and she had many close friends who will miss her also. Her smile always lit up the room, wherever she was, and her absence will definitely be noticed.

I encourage you all to live the way Zara did. Keep going when things get tough, never give up, keep trusting in the Lord, and always try your hardest to find a reason to laugh. Thank you.

That was… Strange. Very strange.

And now I know to stay away from salt when I turn 20.