I’ve had absolutely zero desire to write lately and it’s concerning. Usually I feel like this when I’ve placed a lot of pressure on myself to create something of great emotional value.
Maybe the fact that my subscriber count hasn’t gone up in 2 weeks is finally starting to get under my skin, even though I’ve told myself millions of times that those things are trivial and shouldn’t matter.
I hope I get out of this rut soon.
Anyway, I was going through my archives (again) and found a google doc titled micro emotion challenge: make a reader feel something in 50 words.
I immediately smiled. This doc was full of what I like to call writing sprints—words that pack a huge punch in a small word count. It’s great writing practice for writing strong emotions in a short and concise manner. Warning: it’s harder than it looks.
I’ve shared some of mine below. And if you like what you read, let me know. Heck, maybe try and come up with a few of your own and post them in the comments. I would love to read them.
-k.a.
She drew her fingertips along the soft ridge of his brows, trailing down the side of his face until she crossed a field of stubble. She felt two smooth ridges release soft, warm breath.
“What do you see?” He whispered.
The blind woman cupped his face in her hands.
“Art.”
We were holding on by the very last thread, subconsciously hoping for a quick snip to release us from the pressure and you just so happened to be the one holding the scissors.
She sank her teeth into the blueberry muffin and her eyes immediately pooled with tears. The muffin tasted like the sound of her late mothers laugh. As a tear finally escaped, she realized that this was the only way to remember her now.
The warmth of his soft lips against mine was replaced with a harrowing absence. He had returned to the deepest parts of my mind— a figment of my imagination that could never be revived.
There was an unforgiving storm outside. The lights went out and we sat silent in the dark. It was the perfect reflection of what was going on inside of my soul.
Wet spots fill the blank pages of her heart as she’s haunted by the demons in her mind. She pens her feelings to fill the hole in her chest, offering her soul in exchange for more time to express the feelings trapped inside. Her pain is a prerequisite for freedom.
“Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties;”
Psalms 139:23 , NKJV
Authors Note:
It’s embarrassing when someone asks me what I’ve been up to lately and then my mind literally erases itself. That’s usually when I realize that I’ve been operating on autopilot for an extended period of time.
Then I really start to get in my head.
What have I done the last couple days that actually mattered?
What intentional conversations have I had?
What did I freaking eat for dinner two days ago?
Those thoughts unsettle me sometimes.
The truth of the matter is that I didn’t feel like writing at all. It’s Sunday night and I just scraped up this post like I was scraping off leftover eggs from a really crappy pan. That’s how my life has felt in general the past couple of weeks.
I feel like I have been wandering through the valley with no instructions on how to get to the mountaintop. On the bright side, at least I like to hike.
What’s that thing people always say? It’s all about the journey, not the destination?
Newsletter Spotlight:
Who Do You Write For by
. This was a timely read and it really made me think about my why when it comes to writing.Her writing? The imagery? The delivery?
Divine.
Yes to it all! We need you to do more writing prompts for us!
I feel the heaviness friend.
Thankful you decided to share these stories/poems with us. The first was my favorite ❤️
Sending good vibes your way ✊🏽