Manna Mac
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Where does one start one of these? I have been writing for as long as I can remember. First story I ever wrote was at age 6, and I really haven't stopped since!
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Imagine for a moment, that your life is exactly where you thought it would be. That plan you had—yeah, it played out. That dream you always wanted and worked so hard for, it came true. There’s a genie perched on your shoulder, granting you all your wishes, all your dreams. Take a step back, admire where you are. Now, look back. Back at where you came from. Is this how you imagined it would be? Is there anything missing? Are you the same person as you were when you made this dreams?
By Manna Mac5 years ago in Motivation
The Girl in the Grave
I spent weeks digging the grave. It was an exhausting few weeks. Everyday weighed down on me, with every shovel full of dirt I sunk deeper into the earth. It was a dark night, the night I finished the grave. I found myself admiring my work. Even in the dark, I could tell it was far deeper than it needed to be. The walls towered high, dirt and weeds crumbled a little as a gust of wind tickled through the night. I felt oddly at home in the dark cold ground. Slowly, I knelt down, sitting on the floor of the grave. I curled my knees up to my chest as I leaned my back against the wall. With my eyes closed, all alone in this deep grave I had dug, I watched my life pass before me. It started as far back as I could remember moving slowly at first. A small smile crept across my lips as I remembered back to the happiness of my childhood. A small tear scraped down my cheek as I thought of the sadness in my younger years. As the memories moved before my eyes, they quickened. I shook my head as if that would make them slow. It was like a movie on fast forward and it was my life. It went on, only coming to an abrupt stop as it ended on me looking down into a dark pit.
By Manna Mac5 years ago in Motivation
