Homework is harddd ok?? But any who, I’m here now so stop complaining. (Yes, I know I was the one complaint but details are just boring) This post is basically just some random stuff. I have some narratives and some writing prompts and fun stuff like that. SO basically I’m making you happy so I don’t have to post more this week. Let’s get started!
I stood on the top of the building. My feet hanging off the edge. I hear the roar of the cars and trucks beneath me. A bird soars by, a pigeon maybe. I stay still, listening to my breath travel in and out of my lungs. I stay still, almost falling. But not quite yet. I stay still, feeling the breeze in my face. Suddenly there’s a jerk, a feel of a hand on my back, a wave of panic. I fall, mouth screaming, arms flailing, tears flying from my eyes. I plummet, the wind yanking my eyes back. I plummet, the cars getting closer. I plummet, my breath gone, heart beating, thoughts fleeing. All I can think about is the dirty pavement that will be covered by my body. I fall. Then. I jerk upward. Like a parachute deploying. A hand has caught me. A gentle loving hand. A hand that holds me with such care that I feel safe. A hand that has a hole in it. A scar so ugly it’s beautiful. A scar that testifies his love. A scar of the cross. My God has saved me. My God has caught me in his palm. He has save me. He lowers me to the ground slowly, careful that I don’t fall. His movements graceful and planned out. Like he had know this would happen ever since time began. I don’t want to step out if his palm but I know I have to. I have to go do his work. I have to go and show others his hand. I have to show others his scars of love. I have to show others his gentle loving hands that save us from falling. From falling into sin.
Hopefully y’all enjoyed that. It made me really happy while writing it. Comment below what you think. Next thing, a narrative for how my auditions for the Wizard of OZ workshop I was doing.
Heart pounds, knees shake, voice wobbles. Get control of you nerves. Otherwise you won’t get the part. You’ve done this before. You’ve gone through auditions before but you’re just as nervous. The first person goes up on the stage when their name is called. You pray a silent prayer that you weren’t the first person be called. You thank the heavens you don’t have a last name that starts with A. But of course the first person that goes has been doing theater since she was 7. She’s been doing dance since she was 4. And don’t forget she came out of the womb taking voice lessons. So as she sings your confidence shrivels up and dies.
You know you’re gonna get a smaller part by the time your name is called. You’ve been doing theater for a year. And even if it’s a workshop where everyone HAS to get a part, you worry you’ll be banned from the theater if you go up and show off the skill you lack. You take a few deep breaths then walk up the steps the the stage. You’re friend gives you a worried look, remembering the last year’s audition. The one were you tried to sing while you were sick.
You sing. You dance. You act. The singing was fine. At least you didn’t break anyone’s ears. The dancing sucked. Like a lot. The acting was actually… It was actually good. But you’re trying out for Glinda and the Wicked Witch who need they’re singing voices…
Two days later. You get an email. As you pour over it you find your parts. Mostly background stuff. You’re eyes finally find your larger part. Auntie Em. That’s cool, it’s a bigger part than last year at least. And you have a solo singing part… Hopefully you don’t botch that.
Well fellow people of earth, maybe that held your attention? Maybe not? I would love to hear what you think! If you want to know a secret I will tell you something about bloggers,
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