I was really struggling today. I have all my prompts, seeing as I knew the rabbit trail that would ensue if I needed to go searching for one each and every day, but it felt like nothing was speaking to me. But here it is, in all it’s gory detail, yes I know this is not up to my usual standards, but it is done! Warts and all.
Today’s Prompt: “Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can’t remember who we are or why we’re here.”
My dearest granddaughter,
I write this for you as my time is coming to a close. There are things you need to know about our family. Something that seems to skip a generation and always hit the next and this is why I am passing along the tales to you. We are the tellers of tales. We keep the histories and share the stories of the lands of far off places.
I am ever so sorry that I will not be able to teach you this in person. To watch you grow and learn and see your tales first hand, but my quill grows dry, my eyes tired, and I am weary of all the tales that plague me. It is time for these old bones to rest. But for all of that, this is not a chore, nor a burden. You will see for yourself how glorious a gift this really can be.
Do not fear the bubbling well within you. Instead, let it out. It is a wellspring, overflowing within, and that is why we write my dear one. Always listen to that inner spring, for as long as you write you live. The stories need to come out and they need to be told. Without them we are no more. That is not a bad thing though, as there are always more tales to be told. Follow them, play with them, explore them and share them. They are always meant to be shared. Stories that are not shared are very sad.
So, all of this is to say, follow your heart and trust your dreams. Write, always keep writing the stories welling up inside and know that will always move your life forward, for when you stop writing, it will all end. There will be no more, for the stories you tell are also your stories.
I will live on in you, in your tales, and you can always hear from me by reading my stories and living them through the hand that penned them, for through the pages they will live on forever, they can not die.
Always & Forever,
your grandmother, The Scribe
How about you? Do you sometimes find it hard to write, even when you have tons of ideas and things that interest you? Days where every letter is like pulling out teeth… Well, no matter I will press on, and I hope you will join me on the journey! Share your thoughts on my flash piece, or share your own ideas! I love hearing from you.