Click, click, click
The sound of a bored university student in his classroom, clicking his blue ink, ballpoint pen out of subconscious boredom. He is supposed to be studying engineering, but is instead studying the thought of escaping this hell.
Click, click, click
The sound of a photographer, taking pictures of a seemingly normal family. Does she know that the father is a cheater, the mother is a liar, the daughter enjoys other's pain and the son has no heart's desire? Does she know that behind that picture frame is something so sinister, it is refused to be said out loud? No, and she will never know.
Click, click, click
The sound of a young boy onstage, tapping his cares away with metal bottom shoes. He worked so hard to get there, worked through the teasing ( dancing is for girls! ) and the sour looks from other parent's faces ( you're letting him do what? ). Living his dreams with metal toed shoes.
Click, click , click
The sound of a girl's heart shattering. As she texts back her ex boyfriend who just dumped her, saying he thinks they should "see other people". Her heart metaphorically shatters against the floor as she agrees, not truthfully, but agrees. Its the sound of her life being thrown into a downward spiral, though she knows it shouldn't be.
Click, click, click
The sound of words being poured from a heart into a sentence. Sentences then molded into paragraphs that are then shaped into stories that tell fantasies of horrendous beasts or happy endings. Words that make others with the same words in their hearts feel they are not alone. Words being formed to create something more than an idea, a revolution being formed from the hearts of the unclose, but unified all the same. Words that will hopefully one day change someone's life and make it so that they remember they are loved, that they are known and remembered because a world without them would be so much duller than this world with their sparkling face. Words that we will write as a people of this generation, which will be used for good or evil, tyranny or democracy, equilibrium or inequality. But we must make that choice.
Click, click, click
It is the sound of you making a choice. What will you do with the words your heart provides?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Writing Prompts (and Random Thoughts)
RandomJust a random place to put all the stuff I come up with, including random thoughts, prompts you guys give me, and contest entries. I started this book a long time ago so if you read from the beginning to now, it's like following me through my life f...
