Soul: Free to good home. Slightly tortured. Needs a Little TLCA Story by April Vickery
I've made a promise to my soul as well the soul of the only other adult who's opinion of me matters. "I won't stop writing." I will use my words as an outlet. If I didn't all of the crazy people inside of my head would lose their s**t and it's happened before and sister it ain't pretty.
So many other believe in my writing more than I do. It's amazing.
Maybe that is the reason I write. Maybe that is the reason most writers do. There is a certain amount of annonymity a wrtiter holds in comparison to an actor, singer or dancer.
Writers would rather trade thier words for others laughter or tears and never turn back and look at the fortune they missed out on because of it. Writing isn't easy for alot of people.
Then, there is the one who writes. Her desk is pushed into the farthest corner of the office that it can be. She has photos of children on the wall that she took from the Mother Cubicle in October and tons of post it notes with secret codes and passwords that the fear department always forgets. The long drawer to her desk beneath her keyboard is filled with pens, markers, pencils and other random desk junk, but they are neat and tidy in case the art department ever needs them, she can have them out in a flash. She keeps a poloraid as well as an SLR handy in case she should decide to venture out and visions to her pieces, but the love department usually just wants to take pictures of her boyfriend with them so she doesn't use it often. From behind the speaker where she softly plays a variety of music from Kanye West to Tanya Tucker and back to Mozart again sits a small statue of Donna Troy Wonder Girl. Her long black hair, red lips, muscular arms and golden lasso looked menacing in the anger department so she slide it out in her coat pocket one day. Anger never noticed it was gone and therefore never got the chance to throw it across the room in a fit. Her nameplate below the monitor claims her as genius. As she writes this, the reader wonders: is she?? The one who writes smirks and shrugs and says, "nah...."
© 2011 April Vickery
Added on August 3, 2011
Last Updated on August 3, 2011