All In One Box

For this week’s writing challenge, shake the dust off something — a clothing item, a post draft, a toy — you haven’t touched in ages, but can’t bring yourself to throw away.

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I can usually let go of old things, such as a worn-out cardigan, a tattered pair of flats, or an outdated dress. It’s also easy for me to dispose of objects that makes my space cluttered, such as furniture. However, if there’s one thing I can’t let go of, it’s my box of old letters dating back from my high school days.

 

That old cardboard box are full of letters from my friends giving me advice on boys, clothes, and dealing with the meanies. Not only that, some of them were replies to me whenever they’re the ones who run to me for advice. I’m glad to have lived my high school life in a time wherein there’s no social media sites. Instead of poking each other’s walls and chatting on Facebook or Gmail, we would exchange letters, doing the old fashioned way of secretly passing notes in class or during lunch break.

 

Whenever I want to reminisce, I’ll just take out that box and read through those old letters. It’s fun to see how far I’ve come. And I would end up laughing at our awkwardness and high school drama.

 

Nope, I won’t be blogging about those letters, because it’s a personal part of me, something I’d like to keep for myself.

 

 

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Wrong Turns

When was the last time you got lost? Was it an enjoyable experience, or a stressful one? Tell us all about it.

 

 

Getting lost is something that I can deal with pretty easily. That’s because it rarely happens to me, as I have a knack for remembering landmarks from the places I’ve been to and new places I would visit. If ever I get lost in a new place, I would ask around for directions so I can return again to where I’ve been. If time permits me, I would explore the new place I got lost in.

 

One time, I got lost during a vacation in a scenic small town. I had to find a way to get back to my bed and breakfast hotel. I was about to ask a person for my route, when I looked around and realized that I was the midst of this street filled with thrift shops, a small bookshop, and a coffee shop down the road.

 

I did some exploring, went inside the thrift shop, and lost myself in the bookshop poring through the books. I ended up buying a novel I’ve always wanted to read for half the price. Then I went to the coffee shop, ordered coffee and cake, and spent a quiet time reading and thinking.

 

That was the best “me time” I ever had. Luckily, I did made it back to my hotel.

 

 

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“Sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.”

The Daily Post

“If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.

I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories — science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”

– Ray…

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