A dreamer who wants to learn everything possible about writing, and share some pieces in case someone enjoys it.
An unexpected train ride with a stranger
I’m suddenly aware of my body and the feeling of being in motion. I’m in the foetal position on a hard surface, I concentrate on regaining my consciousness. Clack, clack, clack sounds are coming to focus, and I realise it’s the sound of a train on its tracks. I am indeed in motion; only I don’t remember buying a ticket. My eyes spring open and all that I see is darkness, I look around confused. I stretch out my hand and as I do a blanket moves with it. The light is too bright after the darkness, and I blink many times before I can take in my surroundings. I’ve been curled up on a bench seat in a small carriage of the train. Opposite me a man appears to be sleeping, no one else is with us. The blinds are drawn on all the windows, so I have not yet seen anyone else. I sit up, inducing a slight dizzy spell. Had I fallen and hit my head? Or had I been drugged? Maybe I was just dehydrated. There was no one I could ask, I would have to wait and hope my memory came back to me. I peeked behind the blind of the outside window, it was cloudy and grey. Not at all helpful in telling what time of day it was. I saw trees and mountains, we appeared to be quite high up, but I saw no buildings at this point. The trees are all blurring into one another, it almost makes me feel like the train is going faster than it should be. A heavy, uneasy feeling begins to grow in the pit of my stomach.
From embarrassment to admiration
The story of my Dad.. My Dad comes from a big family, he is one of 5. An older brother and sister and two younger brothers (four boys, poor Grandma). He grew up in a strict household, Grandpa was a pastor and they didn't have a whole lot of money.
Is it still a man’s world out there?
I am a mechanic by trade, a 23-year-old woman and I am the only female in my particular workshop. My best friend is also a mechanic, she is the only female in her workshop. So, what is it like to be in a male dominated field in 2021?
By the Sea
I walk down the old, yet sturdy wooden steps face upturned toward the sun, which is at its peak, allowing the warm rays to soak through my bronzing skin. My toes reach the sand and sink ever so slightly through the top layer, the layer that has been kicked up during past moments of activity. This is my home, where I feel most content and happy. It’s absolutely gorgeous; the way the sun gently brushes its rays against the top of the water causing a sparkling effect that is dazzling to the seer’s eyes. I walk towards the cobalt blue water, yearning to feel the waves wash against my ankles. Today is one of those days that you rarely chance to see, it is a perfect one, the temperature mild and wind minimal so as to barely ruffle the ends of my long hair. I began wading through the water towards the vast expanse of endless blue, the occasional rough wave washes higher than the rest, now reaching my navel. I plunge my whole body under the water and come back up to float on my back. Staring up at the sky, I enjoy the waves rocking my body up and down to the ocean’s rhythm. I notice some clouds floating across the previously empty sky, with a grey tinge to them I consider that I should get some swimming in before the rain comes. Whenever you see a grey cloud here it always means rain, sometimes a little sometimes a lot. Stretching my arms out I start freestyling towards the horizon. Living on the beach I am a confident swimmer and usually swim a far way out before turning back towards the beach. As I’m gliding through the water, I feel a few raindrops starting to fall on my back. I know it’s rain because it’s ice cold and lands harder on my back than the water that falls from my arms as I bring them over my head. Before long I can hear a lot more rain droplets hitting the surface of the water all around me. The water has started to feel rougher, almost as if it’s fighting against me. Deciding I should check on where I am and how rough it is, I stop to tread water and look around scanning my environment. To my surprise it’s raining hard, and the sun has been hidden behind the clouds I peer in the direction that I think the sand is. I can’t see it. Waves are chopping all around me and it’s getting harder and harder to tread the water. I suck in a deep breath and trusting my instincts swim in the direction I hope the sand is. A crack of thunder rattles through the water and my body, my heart begins to race along with my mind. I’ve never seen the weather change so completely and quickly as it has today. Where there is thunder, there is lightning. I’m praying that the lightning won’t hit the water while I’m still in it. Stopping while the water is this rough is risky, the waves could push me so far in just a few seconds while I attempt to tread the water. Still, I must check if I’m swimming in the right direction or if I’m getting close to shore. My endurance is high, but I can feel the fatigue setting into my arms and legs. I stop and try to see the shore. All around me all I can see is dark, aggressive waves five times bigger than me and I feel myself being pushed this way and that way, as if I were a puppet. I can’t afford to tread water any longer, it’s wasting my energy and all I can see is grey above me and a blue so dark it's almost black surrounding me. I close my eyes and launch myself against the waves in the direction I’m still hoping is the shore. It feels like I’ve been fighting against these waves forever but never moving anywhere. My entire body aches and I can feel myself slowing down, I don’t know how much longer I can go on. The next moment my body lights up, like every nerve is on fire and suddenly with an enormous crack, everything goes black.