Wednesday, May 23, 2018

A creative writing exercise to make my brain work: 100 words from the perspective of an inanimate object.


I am grounded deep into the earth; a tree without roots or branches that still stands as a foundation for outward reaching limbs. My brothers and sisters stand proudly in line through freezing snow, pounding rain, scorching heat without complaint. We are dependable and strong, standing our lines and manning our posts. We keep our charges safe day and night, holding them back from the wild world beyond with our combined strength of many. As we age, we weaken, like everything else, until eventually, we fall, one by one, the gaps widening until our captives are set free.

Fence Post