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Sunday, August 4, 2013
August 4th Challenge
it’s Christina –
Morning! To say I was unproductive yesterday would be a gross understatement. I
did NOTHING. At around eleven yesterday morning I was so tired I couldn’t keep
my eyes open, so I went to bed, then proceeded to sleep for six hours. Now, I
have been known to take naps. Because of a really bad back, I usually only
sleep for a few hours during the night. It just becomes too uncomfortable to
lie in bed, so I get up. (Hence the periodic four am posts you might see from
me.) But when I take a nap, it is only for an hour, two tops. Yesterday
however, I think my body just shut down, saying enough is enough.
have been running at top speed for quite a while now, and I think I just needed
the rest. Today I feel much better. I think I will start making my lists of all
the things that need to be accomplished in the next few weeks as well as my “to
pack” list for vacation. This way, as I check things off, I will feel I
actually accomplished something, and I will also have less chance of getting
distracted by shiny objects. Number one on the “to do” list, daily writing
challenge, so let’s go.
Your Last Challenge was:
remember the first time I…
I remember the first time I saw a
ghost. It was the day after Father’s Day and I was ten years old. It was around
two in the morning and I awoke when my grandfather sat down on the edge of my
bed. He brushed the hair out of my eye, like he did whenever he woke me up. I
sat up and asked him if it was time for breakfast and he told me no, he just
wanted to talk to me. He told me he was sorry that he wouldn’t be able to see
me for a while, but for me to remember how much he loved me and how special I
was to him. I told him I loved him too and I didn’t want him to go anywhere and
I didn’t understand. He said I would understand real soon.
I heard the phone in the kitchen ring,
my mother get up to answer it and a mumbled conversation through my closed
bedroom door. My grandfather gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead and said
he had to go, and he was gone. I hugged my knees to my chest and started to
cry. That was how my mother found me a few minutes later. She came into my room
to tell me my grandfather had died, and I told her I already knew; he came to
True story, and since that night, let’s
just say, I’ve had some interesting experiences in my life. My grandfather was
my most favorite person in the world. Still, almost forty years later, I miss
Next Challenge is:
a story containing these three words: Light, Cave & Shell.
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.