Writing101 Day16

Today’s Prompt: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.

This the part 3/3 of serially lost post.



and now the third..


Wading through the sea of doubt that surrounded her, almost neck-deep, she saw a flash of light. What was that? A firefly? She saw the flash and ran towards it, only midway it vanished. She couldn’t see it anymore. Was she hallucinating? Was she so desperate to find the light that she was imagining things? She found herself drowning in a new kind of darkness full of despair. She was losing her confidence, confidence to move on. She was losing her fight.

So, she knelt down and prayed, prayed for guidance, prayed for consolation, prayed for support, she prayed with all her might, prayed for the light. She sat there in the dark, waiting for the light. Then she saw it ,the flash again. She stared at it, afraid any movement would make it go away. This time the firefly didn’t vanish, except it moved towards her. When it came closer, she saw that there were two, and as they came closer, she realized that there were a bunch of them. They hovered near her illuminating the space around. In that moment, she saw them, faces in that little ring of light. She knew those faces well; they were the faces of her support systems. They told her that they never disappeared, they were always in her heart, and this is a projection of her heart on the screen of her mind. All she has to do is hang on to them and the ring will become bigger. You have to believe and hold on tight.

So she held on. She held on and thanked God for guiding her. She followed her light ring, limping her way out of the dark. She was still afraid, because she had lost a lot to the darkness. She still doubted herself, whether she be able to see the light, after being engulfed in the dark for so long. She wanted to erase the past and embark on something new, something she feels good about.

The journey out of the dark was not easy at all. There were sharp turns and dead ends and places where light dwindled and almost went out. She kept on moving, falling down and getting backup, Drowning in doubt but coming back up. Whenever darkness tried to sweep over her, she hung on to the few good things in her life that had been shoved somewhere far away in her mind and she scribbled them down. Through her scribbling and jotting down of tattered thoughts, which apparently meant nothing, she found her something good.

She kept walking, hanging onto the light and her forgotten love for her abilities. She is still walking, Sometimes it becomes hard to see. It becomes difficult to not doubt herself, because darkness has given her that, doubt and fear. It has become a part of her, but she is trying, gradually making her way out, like light slowly infiltrates through the dark and eventually brightens up everything.

Now she knows how to walk out of it. That is all that matters. So this the end … well not exactly the end coz’ life goes on. I had a great time writing all this down and it helped a lot.

Also I want to mention that all three titles are courtesy of song lyrics.

1. Fix You by Coldplay.

2. The Scientist by Coldplay.

3. Coming back to life by Pink Floyd. respectively.

Let me know what you think.


6 thoughts on “Writing101 Day16

  1. I thought this was a really good piece, but it was very ambiguous. It was hard to grasp what was actually going on; you used a lot of descriptive words, but her situations and difficulty was extremely vague. I am not sure if this was intentional, however, it could be something to look into if it wasn’t intentional.


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