The following was written for Germ's May Writing Challenge.
Adventure. One word, 8 letters. Its means the liberty to follow your dreams. It represents the road you’ve chosen. How will you spend your only life on this earth? I like to think of it as a fun park. You’ve got a few hours, and a world of rides ahead. Will you sit on the bench and watch the rest? Will you help out with cleaning the park? Or will you be on every ride, screaming as loud as you can? Its funny, though, how everyone’s fun park is different. The ride can be wishes of the future you’ve buried deep down, memories to be and places to see. The love letters to new people, the love letters to old friends. The love letters that you never thought to send. The new city/new house/new life. The wine in an Italian restaurant or the breeze of a hot Parisian night. The fireflies mixing in with the stars on a night by the bonfire. The five o’clock coffee guy you’ve never had the courage to ask. The roll coaster comes up. Your emotions and bumps as you go. The roller coaster falls down. You scream with terror/delight/mentality/agony. You burn under the sun and run to the waves. You freeze as you create angles in the snow. We all have our adventures, but the question is, whats yours?
1st draft, 15-minute twaddle
Topic: Adventure
Adventure. One word, 8 letters. Its means liberty to follow our dreams. It represents the road we’ve chosen. How will you spend your only time on this earth? I like to think of it as fun park. Youve got a few hours, and a world of rides ahead. Will you sit on the bench and watch the kids? Will you help clean the park? Or will you be on every ride, screaming as loud as you can? Its funny, though, how everyones park is different. The ride can be wishes of futures youve buried deep down, memories to be and places to see. The love letters to old people, the love letters to old friends. The new city/new house/new life. The wine in an italian resturant or the breeze of a hot parisian night. The fireflys mixing in with the stars on a night by the bonfire. The five o’clock coffee guy you’ve never had the nerve to ask. The rollercoaster that comes up. Your emotions and bumps as you go. The roller coaster falls down. You scream with terror/delight/mentality. You burn under sun and run to the waves. You freeze as you create angles in the snow. We all have our adventures, whats yours?