With a heart of iron, she gazed out over the hills. It had been a long night and dawn had slowly made its entrance into the morning. She rubbed her hands together hoping the friction would warm the rest of her body. A warm bed seemed miles away and truth was it was leagues away. The wilderness did not slowly acclimate the unfettered spirit. Instead with a surge and a roar, it drove the weak minded back to their comfy beds. But she would not be so easily disheartened. No, instead she would stand stead fast and take in the view. The glorious rolling hills with the deep green of the pine trees. It was almost too much for her eyes to process but she had all the time in the world. If she needed to spend a whole day gazing and understanding the vast nature, she would do it. Nothing was stopping her not even her cold fingers. Looking behind, she noticed her tracks among the leaves. Soon the wind would erase the memory of her footprints and the wild would return. The world seemed slower out here even though in reality everything moved faster. The trees grew stronger, the wind blew fiercer. She believed that enough time had been spent seeing the world from that vantage point and she moved forward. Her attentions were set and her adventure continued. Not knowing the destination but loving the journey.
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Author’s Note: This piece is taking a step away from my usual poems. I like the idea of writing more long form creative pieces but I have trouble constructing a story. I feel that even in thise piece it feels like a poem rather than a section from a short story. What are some tips for starting and constructing a short story? Photo by Wojciech Then from Unsplash.
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Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital.
Go Dog Go Café 
A personal adventure delivers us a wildly soothing roar
When we remove the thorn from nature’s soft paw.
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Yes! I hope to be like this character and travel more!
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Yes… I’ve only been travelling recently….!’m 68…. I suggest do it while you can…..
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Liyona, I am a fan of long form, it gives me the avenue to express and consider my own thoughts, writing automatically before finding a resolution. This line just stays with me today and can be read in a myriad of different truths of our journey through life. “Soon the wind would erase the memory of her footprints and the wild would return.” – this was utterly brilliant to me.
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Thanks so much Gina! I am hoping to write longer pieces again and maybe even start to work on a mystery story I have been wanting to write!
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that sounds so exciting Liyona! I do hope you get started soonest possible.
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Would this traveler represent the way you are as a person?
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I think it represents a version of myself that I would like to be.
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Liyona,
I love these closing lines: “Soon the wind would erase the memory of her footprints and the wild would return. The world seemed slower out here even though in reality everything moved faster. The trees grew stronger, the wind blew fiercer. She believed that enough time had been spent seeing the world from that vantage point and she moved forward. Her attentions were set and her adventure continued. Not knowing the destination but loving the journey.” A powerful coda for me and one that I think many of us feel on our own personal journeys.
Thank you for sharing this.
Stephen
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