8/28 | 2.8.18 | February Writing Challenge
8/28 | February Writing Challenge
8. Write about a memory you have related to a campfire.
We gathered around the campfire, as everyone typically does. I wish I could lie and say I enjoyed it, that it was pleasant, but instead, it was just a constant stream of smoke and ask stinging my eyes and blurring my vision with tears I didn't expect.
Together we talked and talked and talked, and then we talked some more. I revealed the things I had seen, the curiosity that was brimming the edge of my cup, threatening to overflow and drown me once again, much like it repeatedly did over the last few years.
I used to think we glowed with the brightest embers of every campfire ever lit; that we flowed better together than any possible story told beneath a scintillating sky. But tears blew out every ounce of flame, diminishing us until there was nothing left but smoke to fly back into my face, reminding me that maybe, the warmth wasn't worth it after all.
8. Write about a memory you have related to a campfire.
We gathered around the campfire, as everyone typically does. I wish I could lie and say I enjoyed it, that it was pleasant, but instead, it was just a constant stream of smoke and ask stinging my eyes and blurring my vision with tears I didn't expect.
Together we talked and talked and talked, and then we talked some more. I revealed the things I had seen, the curiosity that was brimming the edge of my cup, threatening to overflow and drown me once again, much like it repeatedly did over the last few years.
I used to think we glowed with the brightest embers of every campfire ever lit; that we flowed better together than any possible story told beneath a scintillating sky. But tears blew out every ounce of flame, diminishing us until there was nothing left but smoke to fly back into my face, reminding me that maybe, the warmth wasn't worth it after all.
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