Welcome to Write or Die Wednesdays: A Writer's Link-Up! We are Vashelle and Mia inviting you to partake in some creative writing with us every other week.
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For our last round of Write or Die, we talked about pain. The inspiration came from a Khalil Gibran quote. There were some really brave stories shared and we hope you check them out. Thanks to all who participated!
And now, onward to our current prompt!
The prompt for the next two weeks is the word: Breakfast. Happy writing!
Breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day. That's what they always say, right? Start your day off right. Fuel your body. Jump-start your metabolism. All that jazz.
I totally get it. And most days, I do eat breakfast. Eggs and bacon. Fruit. Breakfast shake. Something to help shake the hunger pangs.
But some days, I wish breakfast would go pound sand. Some days, I wake up on the wrong side of the bed and everything annoys me. The birds chirping outside. The sunshine streaming through the windows.
I get this sense of misery at the thought of the coming day. An hour alone with my thoughts in the car. Then 8 hours of nothingness. Unhappiness so thick I could cut it with a knife. My "fake it" button is broken beyond repair.
I start eating my breakfast and it tastes like sawdust. It gets lodged in my throat, and I choke on the lump of despair, try to swallow the bitter pills.
Don't you ever wonder at the point of it all sometimes? Here I am eating my shitty breakfast, and out there in the world at this very moment, people are dying, kids are going missing, water is being contaminated, marriages are ending, fires are raging, hatred is being spewed.
I know what you're thinking - Whoa, Mia, it's just breakfast, what is your deal? And I have no idea. It's just been one of those days. The universe has peed in my Wheaties.
And it would be easy enough to tell myself to cheer up or to snap out of it. And most times I do and I'm fine. But sometimes I just have to indulge it. Let myself feel the emptiness, the rage, the resentment. Choke it down like a big bowl of oatmeal. It's a small reminder that while I'm in my safe little bubble, there is real, and I mean REAL, tragedy happening out there all the time. And my problems become a little more ridiculous and minuscule. It serves as a wake-up call, of sorts.
OK, so that was a little heavy, I apologize. But you know it's not always puppies and rainbows here at the Chaos Crib - Mama keeps it real.
But now it's YOUR turn to share how the word "breakfast" inspires you. Link up your posts below!
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