We arrived at a park. He let me through a little street. A street adorned with red Bougainville’s. There were trees with small sparkling lights in them. Lights that reminded me of christmas (my favourite holiday). At the end of this path I saw the most beautiful thing in the world. It felt like a dream. But thank god, it wasn’t and I was very lucky to experience this.
Everything was decorated even grass.
At the end of the narrow street there were mason jars chandeliers hanging with tea lights in them. Those mason jars made me curious, I wanted to find out where they were leading to. I tried looking for John but I didn’t see him anymore. That wimp I wonder if he’s still afraid of the dark, hmmpf. I could already picture him, in the dark, biting whatever is left of his nails.
But anyways, I began following the way those mason jars led me. When suddenly I saw a lake. Next to the lake there was a table. A table for two. You might think it’s a typical candlelight dinner but it wasn’t. It does come in the category though. this, was one I’ve never seen before. So simple yet chic. Beach pebbles formed as a big heart. On these stones there was a table with two rustic, vintage, sheesham wooden folding chairs. There was a creme tablecloth tied with a huge red ruffled bow. There were four mason jars in the middle of the table. Each unique in their own way. I could see letters but could not quite read them. At the end of the pebbled heart there was a coloured pebbled path that led to where I am standing now.
If I could have a closer look then I just might read what was written on those mason jars. I looked around me and saw nobody. Like a stealthy thief I walked very slowly. At this moment I was very aware of every sound around me.
Oh, hell who was I kidding this was a public place for patoodi’s sake. I could walk freely if I’d wanted. But I couldn’t, what if I was interrupting(or worse ruining) someone’s special evening! Despite these thoughts my curiosity got the better of me. Still very aware of every sound around me I continued walking further.I reached the table and stood still I enjoyed the cool breeze swishing in my face and drying all the sweat I’d got from running with John. Where was he though, he was supposed to tell me where Jason is….
“Like a firefly you light up the dark Like lanterns you light up the dark I couldn’t find nor fireflies nor lanterns So I got you mason jars“
I heard a voice behind me say. It was Jason’s. There he was leaning on a tree with one leg over the other. He was simply looking fantastic dressed casually in chinos and a shirt.
“I told you, you’d know when I’ll arrive” he said. And this time I knew.
Today I did it again. I stepped on another plastic wrapper. Being fully conscious about it yet I did it again. i can’t really remember when I used to pick them up and throw them in a dustbin. Was it when I was little and she used to bring me everywhere? And tell me that I should pick up any cookie wrapper and look if it still has some crumbs in it and eat them? We were poor yet I always thought I lived in a giant princes palace, it just looked different than other children palaces.
Mine was build out of crumbs of trees and millions and millions of unrecycled cookie wrappers, plastic bottles, aliminium cans and different coloured caps. My giant princes palace was just rocking. My mom was very creative she carefully burned all the 5 cm cookie wrapper and stuck them onto each other. She then made them look like a roof a multi colored roof. She used this same technique and stuck the left overs of the tree together.
The different colored caps where my carpet, she dug each of them in the sand and made crazy patterns with them. Smileys and rainbow. Even though I havent always had something to eat at night being in my multi colored giant princes palace filled my belly.
I really thought that writing a short story or a book would be a piece of cake. That I can write a book within two months. But in reality it’s a completely different case. Especially when I’m (still) busy exploring my other talents. It’s different because I put more effort in writing it than any other story I wrote. It’s passionately motivating yet it feels like I’m at the beginning of a never ending road.
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What does one do in search of fresh new and chilly inspiration.
well, I honestly don’t know.
But picture this scene:
You’re in search of new, fresh inspiration.
You watch an object in detail just to notice something another person didn’t. And when you’ve come to realize that there are billions of other creative people in this world who have viewed the same object you just viewed, you sigh very heavily and very beat.
You ask yourself many questions. Why, how and where will you find this leap from nothing to something.
You get tired and are on the edge of giving up.
But yet you still have a ray of hope – we creative people always do – and you explore different grounds.
This was exactly the phase I went through(who knows maybe will go through again) it is so frustrating but I always had that gleam of hope. I decided to make it less frustrating and broaden that gleam of hope.
When I joined Pinterest I was such in awe of every picture, image or Illustration. My creative cells awoke and were swimming through my body again. It felt so relieving and I was creatively living again.
But I couldn’t write posts and texts. why, You ask?
Simple, If there are so many inspirational images coming at you from different categories and websites. Wouldn’t you be a bit flustered?
I tried to focus per category and viewed every sub-category and aspect of Pinterest. Then it came to me – at this moment I was an over enthousiastic Pinterest freak, yeah I own it fellow Pinterest freaks – I am going to write a short story. Instead of scribbling and puzzling about my characters. I am letting my readers(You guys) and followers visually experience them.
So, without further ado I present you two of my three characters: Georgia, Isabella and Sophia.