Prompt: Leaving on a Jet Plane

Some creative writing for this week.

Make a something with this sentence. It could be your starting sentence, somewhere in the middle, ending...whatever you'd like.

As he broke the sound barrier, the jet in front of him slowly became blurry.


That's it! Make it yours; enjoy :)

Letter to Yourself by Abby

Dear future me,

     You do not exist yet. The fascinating thing about life is that you are unknown. I can decide who you are by living as I am now.

     I envy your knowledge. You know more than me, the outcomes of my choices. But I know today more than you will ever know.

     Are you my destiny? When I become you, I will be able to look on my past. I will be able to see this person writing a letter, see the choices she made that day, and how, in retrospect, they came together to form this future-me that I inhabit. From that perspective, none of the choices I made could be wrong- each led me to that future-me. But this is not how I live my life.

     You are the future, but I can only ever live in the present. And what wonderful place it is to live; where I can look upon the actions of my past, hope for the happenings of my future, and stand as a filter in the stream of time that moves past me and through me. I ask myself what I am doing with the life that is passing. I worry that I haven't done much, because one day the future will run out. I will have only the past to see. But there, I will see that everything was as it should be. 

     Because in the present, I notice and observe the world. I aim to realize the importance of each fleeting second. I have decided to construct each day so I could say I lived what I could. That I tried my best. That I was thankful for my days.
     Here I am.

Love,
     Me today.

Liz's Letter (Poem?) to Yourself

At the start you were young,
You were small and bold
You had a spark on your tongue
And respect from the old
You were fire, strong and wild
Untamable with passion of a child

But you grew
(As is common in the land of the living)
And you settled with misgivings
In a supposed world of you's
You were air: you adapted
But truly you were a captive

And soon you grew more
Life became just a bore
Because your passions have dried
And your misgivings have died
Your fire is wet
Your air is like lead

Perhaps you are water, dynamic and fluid
But soon you will return to earth as a Druid
Like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
In the end you'll learn the end is a must

Letter to Yourself by Charlotte

In letters to ourselves we discover who we are and what we value. Throughout the years of childhood and schooling, I have written many letters to myself as homework assignments or for my own enjoyment. In each of the letters, I see my own values and opinions literally spelled out before me. It is impossible to deny who I am in these letters. It is impossible to deny that I cherish family and faith, honesty and humility, comedy and camaraderie because these themes litter each and every letter I have written. While they may be hidden in the superfluous happenings of my life, like what TV show was my favorite and which teacher gave too much homework, each letter holds the true essence of me. Life is full of distractions and it is too easy to lose your sense of self, too easy to allow what you treasure most to fall by the wayside as you continue down the road of life. A letter to yourself can help you find you, for the first time or for the fortieth time. It is personal and beautiful and well worth the time.

Dear Self,

I found you again.

Much Love,

Self

Prompt: Letter to yourself

This week's cereal: letter to yourself.

In seventh grade, I wrote a letter to my senior-year self. I found it in my closet yesterday; the last day of my junior year, and after wondering if I could consider myself a senior, I decided to open it.

My friends were different,  my views of myself were different, my concerns- being able to walk to stop and shop by myself- were different. I spent half a page writing about how I hoped I wasn't fat, or that I didn't smoke, or that I still believed in God. I spent a lot of time in the letter hoping that things wouldn't change- that I'd still be me. It makes for an interesting view of identity.

Some questions to get your mind rolling, take them in any direction: Who do we hope to be, and how is it different from who we once were, or are now? Who will you be on your last day? I suppose I hope to be someone that doesn't regret who I am now.

That being said, write something. Maybe a letter to your past self, future self, present self. A poem, an essay, a self portrait in words. Play with your identity. It's all up to you! Go make some cereal, and make it good. Don't forget milk. (unless you're Catherine)

Welcome to Word Cereal

This is a blog where we can express our thoughts without fear of a grade. It is a constructive community to share ideas in an open way through writing. Check out the theme of the week and post your response, in any format: letter, poem, prose...the key is creativity.

Some things to note:
-respond in any way you want, if you want. You're free to do as you please.
-of course, no grades, no red pen, no "more depth"
-you have enough depth
-respect opinions and ideas

Get out the bowls and spoons; it's time for some Word Cereal.