"Lost in Time"
Imagine finding a stopwatch that could pause, backward, and fast-forward time. What would you do with such power? Wrap your story around the potential implications and consequences.
How you can write?
After years of antiquing, I finally found it--a tarnished silver stopwatch, decorated with intricate engravings. Where I found it was as exciting as what it did. With the fleeting flick of a finger, I could pause the rhythmic course of seconds, rewind to any memory I yearned to relive, or propel ahead into the unknown future. At first, the sense of power was intoxicating; I could taste tomatoes in winter and save strangers from accidents. However, over time I realized the price paid. Each rewind ate away personal growth; each fast-forward skipped moments worth savoring. Is the ability to control time really a blessing, or is it just a well-disguised curse?
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Imagine finding a stopwatch that could pause, backward, and fast-forward time. What would you do with such power? Wrap your story around the potential implications and consequences.
How you can write?
After years of antiquing, I finally found it--a tarnished silver stopwatch, decorated with intricate engravings. Where I found it was as exciting as what it did. With the fleeting flick of a finger, I could pause the rhythmic course of seconds, rewind to any memory I yearned to relive, or propel ahead into the unknown future. At first, the sense of power was intoxicating; I could taste tomatoes in winter and save strangers from accidents. However, over time I realized the price paid. Each rewind ate away personal growth; each fast-forward skipped moments worth savoring. Is the ability to control time really a blessing, or is it just a well-disguised curse?
How would you proceed writing? Accept the challenge, write and post it either in our group or in comments here.
#CreativeWriting #FictionWriting #WritingChallenge #Poetry
Sharing is caring 🔥 @WritersCafe
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The existencial dilemma of working on solutions rather suppressing the problem would take away the anxiety.
Thoughts like these frequently made their presence in solitude that I encounter everyday.
The breeze swirled my hair as I swiftly walked past the green park on a cold windy evening. A reluctant habit that I picked up over the past few months to push me out of the emotional rut I was in. Are emotions ever kept in check by just keeping healthy lifestyle or eating right.
As I looked ahead a coin was on the track lurking at me to be picked, it had to be picked was my instinct. As I got down to pick it up, I accidentally rubbed it's edges and found myself in my childhood neighborhood. Was I dreaming, even if I was I didn't want to wake up from this nostalgic ride.
I walked towards my house which had redolent aromas out of the door. There I saw her, smiling at me with her welcoming eyes. I could see her again , a face I thought I was forgetting each day was right in front of me.
Her death left me in therapy for months and I couldn't come to terms with it. Today this magical coin gave me hope to travel back in time and relive each moment with her. I smiled and walked inside the house as she ruffled my hair.