Editor’s Note: This post has been written by Linda K. Strahl, an editor at the Jet Fuel Review. Her full bio can be found at the end of this post.
Bonni Goldberg challenges her audience to write about things they know. It is common that people who do not write, believe that they cannot write and therefore avoid the topic. And yet if another person wrote a free write about water and hunger there would be a completely different story behind the element and the feelings. A person who drowned would write about the element’s encompassing and deathly grip. A swimmer would write about the buoyancy of her body in a pool or an ocean. I wrote about a drowning room, as I have been influenced by the news about hurricanes and tsunamis.
Someone that has starved would write about the gut-wrenching pain that hunger brings. I was reminded of Elie Wiesel’s “Night” not too long ago and his description of hunger still haunts me. As I have never truly starved, I wrote about the topic as a need for something. A life that I plan to live; a life that I am already living, in many ways. I wrote about some glimpses in my memories and the dreams of my future. As always I hope that you consider writing the challenges, and finding your own voice among the multitude. I can already see stories taking shape around my free writes and hopefully you will have a book full of stories too. To the prompts:
Prompt # 31
Task: Write about water
Duration: 15 min.
Water slithers like rain on a window pane, dripping down on dry wall of a dank and sticky room. Eating at the furnished intestines, the mold infests the upholstery, mildewing the once plush chair as it seeps into the cushions, the stain spreads onto the floor making the chair bleed onto the once pristine white carpet. Mildew creeps into the carpet. It becomes a grotesque reminder of Christmas past for the dead and drowning. As the walls begin to sag; and the floorboards begin warp; water invades the last breathing spaces of a floor.
Prompt # 32
Task: Write about what you hunger for.
Duration: 15 minutes
I hunger for life. For the minute by minute play. The breath count of a moment. The fast paced accumulation of thoughts, feeling and memories. The fireworks display of a 4th of a July party. The high-speed chase of a 3 year-old. The amassing of wins and losses, as the flip of a coin decides whether to turn left or right. Climbing to the top of a mountain, and looking beyond the clouds. I hunger for the sheer cliff drop of the Andes. I hunger for the stuttering steps of a flat out run, as I collide with the wind. I hunger for the violent turbulence of a storm and the missing horizon of land. I hunger for discovering the unknown and the uncertainty of living to the next breath. I hunger for a thunderstorm, that leaves the air electric and a double rainbow in a field of green. I hunger for beauty, for passion, for a life lived with no regrets because I chose every path instead of just one.
Editor’s Note: Linda K Strahl is a transfer student from University of Wisconsin- La Crosse, where she was studying Archaeology and minoring in Creative Writing. She came to Lewis University in Fall of 2010 to major in Creative Writing. After participating in the production of two plays at Phillip Lynch Theater she has become an enthusiastic dramaturg, and is contemplating a career as a researcher and playwriter.