The window

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I sit here, in the middle of the room, staring. The light streaming through it seems so beautiful, so bright. I’ve been in this room for years, thinking, wondering, hoping. I’m content here, I have been for some time now. I’m not sure how I got here. It’s as if I woke up one morning and the walls appeared around me. It was always there. But I was more interested in the walls.

One day, a little bird sat outside it. The colourful feathers caught my eye. They were so pretty. After a brief moment, the bird flew away. Sometimes I look to it and wonder if I would ever see the bird again.  Sometimes I wonder what else is on the other side of the glass. Sometimes I think that I could reach over and open it. But how would I do that? Why would I do that? Is opening it even possible? I’m comfortable here, where I am. Movement just seems illogical.

So I sit here, in the middle of the room, staring.


Writing 101: Day 4

A story in a single image


Yesterday, you found inspiration in one word and used it as a springboard for a post idea. Images — including photographs and works of art — can also act as starting points for stories, essays, poems, and personal musings. For this exercise, use one of the images above as the creative spark for today’s post. You might use it as the setting for a story or poem, write about how it makes you feel, or describe a memory conjured by it.

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