Write Our Wrongs

Write 31 Days - Day 4 Dear Diary  : Write a journal entry. October 4, 2018 7:13pm Dear Journal, It's been a long day. I'm tired. In fact, I'm always tired. Eternally tired. Sick and tired of being sick and tired. I just want to sleep. I have a theory. Rumplestiltskin didn't pause to rest and accidentally sleep for years and years. He did what many of us can only dream of: he escaped into the wilderness to avoid reality and get some peaceful rest. It's really not that hard to believe. Certainly more plausible than sleeping for 100 years. I'm rambling. Then again, when don't I ramble? My brain is like a carousel of thoughts that just never stops. No wonder why I'm always exhausted.                                                Goodnight,                                                           M.C

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Write 31 Days - Day 2 What You Don't Know  : Write about a secret you've been keeping.         So, let me just start off by saying this isn't a prompt I've been looking forward to. I have quite a few secrets eating away at me, none of which I'm jumping at the chance to spill. In fact, many of them I plan on taking to the grave.          About 15 years ago, I was committed to an institution by the state I live in. I was charged with arson. I was deemed mentally unfit; I was a danger to myself and others. It was time for me to go away.         After a few months, I was over it all. Done with the locked doors. Done with the night checks every five minutes. Done with the strip searches. Somehow, I longed for the home I hated so much. I needed to leave.         Until you have made progress and can show that you are no longer a threat to yourself or others, you will stay here.           But my thoughts were never going to change. These thoughts were ones I had

A few days late starting off, but here we go! Write 31 Days - Day 1 Dictionary Definition : Open the page of the dictionary to a random word. Write using this word as inspiration. defiance  noun de·fi·ance   |   \   di-ˈfī-ən(t)s  ,    dē-  \ Definition of  defiance  1 :  the act or an instance of defying jailed for  defiance  of a court order 2 :  disposition to resist  :  willingness to contend or fight dealing with a child's  defiance                 When most people hear the word "defiant", they think of a person who refuses to follow the rules put in place by authority, such as a child defying their parents. Rarely do people ever think about the positive side of being defiant: standing against the 'norms' of society to be who you really are or to do what you believe is right.                 Sometimes, being defiant isn't just an act of rebellion. Sometimes, being defiant is a push for change. Those who fought aga

We wake up this morning in our bed, the night before still lingering on your breath. Mascara tears stain my cheeks. I remember last night perfectly. Heart breaking words spewed, once again. All directed towards me. I despise you. You roll over, and quickly realize something is wrong. "I'm so sorry honey," you say. But I know you're really not. How can you genuinely apologize when you don't know what you did? See, that's the problem with alcoholism. I'll always remember the pain and suffering. You don't have to.

She chose to walk alone, though others wondered why. She never looked before her, kept eyes cast upwards towards the sky. She had no humanly companions, no need for earthly things. She only wanted freedom, from what she felt were puppet strings. She longed to be a bird, that she might fly away. She pitied every blade of grass, where planted it would stay. She wished to be a flame, that brightly danced alone. She was jealous of the steam that made the air it's only home. Some say she wished to hard, Some say she wished to long. But they woke up one autumn day to find that she was gone. The trees, they say, stood witness. The sky refused to tell. But those who had seen it say the story played out well. She spread her arms before her, breathed in the break of dawn. She let go of all she had, and then... ....she was gone.

It eats me from the inside out. Sometimes I can feel it munching away at my guts. Other times, it's dining on my chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. Guilt from all the horrible things I've done. For all the unspeakable things I am doing. And for all the inevitable disasters to come. Forgive me, I say. Please, just let it all be okay. But somehow, I never learn. I continue to walk across burning coals, convincing myself this time I wont burn the soles of my feet. But the pain always follows, leaving me unable to walk. Just a crumpled mess lying on the ground crying and asking myself, "Why?"