Use Your Words: August 14th, 2015
Hello and happiest of Friday's to you. Today's post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words.
That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.
My words are:
Stitch ~ challenge ~ close ~ question ~ absolutely not
They were submitted by:http://batteredhope.blogspot.com
At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.
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There was never a question in her mind about the company she chose to keep. Her friends and lovers were fierce and fabulous. They gave no second thoughts to the words they let fall out of their mouth...well nothing fell out of their mouths. The words they chose to say were clearly and specifically enunciated and they had no regrets on whatever different or offensive views they held or spouted.
It was a challenge for her to be close to these fabulous friends. She felt, as she always did, that she did not fit in. She was not worthy in her mind to be surrounded by funny, beautiful souls that could make her laugh with an arch of an eyebrow or the driest sarcastic quip about something in the news. When she was with them, she felt alive, she felt relevant, she felt some semblance of normalcy and it made her feel uncomfortable in ways she could not properly articulate.
They weren't perfect. She was under no illusion to buy that line of bull. She saw them for what they were-beautiful. They were flawed, mistaken, wrong more so than right, loud, and silly. But did that mean they weren't the best people to be around? Absolutely not. They were honest about their shortcomings and learned from them. They made no excuses for who they weren't but rather embraced who they were. They lived and loved in the moment, urging her to move past the dark cloud of self-doubt that always plagued her. Promising her that if she was brave enough to take their hands, even with her shaky sweaty palms, it would be so worth it.
Still, she hesitated.
She always did.
She was broken. Stitched together by memories and mistakes, misnamed and misplaced by herself and others, she feared, as she always did, that one day they would see her clearly. Their eyes would adjust to the light, they would squint and tilt their heads just right and in unison they would mumur and agree, she wasn't worth it.
When it came to others it was so easy for her to see that the cracks they had simply allowed the light to shine in. But she knew better, for they were lined with stained glass shrines and any light that permeated them would transform them into a piece of art. She, however, was lined with broken fun house mirrors, distorting reality and forcing the bright and blinding light back out through her cracks.
At least, she thought, when that happened she could at be a light for others even if she was lost in the darkness.
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Please stop by these other wonderful bloggers and see how they crafted a post off the words they were given: