WHAT WRITING IS TO ME
A good story is not how it is written, It is how it is told, not by perfect diction, or how it is arranged on paper, nor by what name it is called. Prompts, Poems, or free write or any other name.
I have heard many stories in my time right form an old bench on a street, or on some ones front porch, that's told from the heart.
A good story from the heart is only thoughts , that are put into words that are stored in the mind.
I went down through Mississippi one time I met and talk to a lot of people and each one had a story to tell, in his own way. If I had to judge their story's I couldn't have made a decision who the winner would have been.
I heard a story from a man in his own home about his wife, just before she passed away. He said that she was in the hospital, and the Doctor told him that there was nothing else that he could for her. The Doctor advised him to take her home and make her as comfortable as he could for she wouldn't last long.
He said He was sleeping a room at adjacent to hers, and he heard her talking, so he got up and went to her room, and shook her to wake her, but she wasn't asleep and said you were talking in your sleep, she said "no I was talking to two angels that are coming for me". he tried to brush it off for he thought that she was delirious, but she said "no I know what's going on, and they said be ready we'll be back soon." and the next night she passed away so peaceable.
I treasure stories that I have heard in my life time, above all that I could learn any where or any place.
A good story is not how it is written, It is how it is told, not by perfect diction, or how it is arranged on paper, nor by what name it is called. Prompts, Poems, or free write or any other name.
I have heard many stories in my time right form an old bench on a street, or on some ones front porch, that's told from the heart.
A good story from the heart is only thoughts , that are put into words that are stored in the mind.
I went down through Mississippi one time I met and talk to a lot of people and each one had a story to tell, in his own way. If I had to judge their story's I couldn't have made a decision who the winner would have been.
I heard a story from a man in his own home about his wife, just before she passed away. He said that she was in the hospital, and the Doctor told him that there was nothing else that he could for her. The Doctor advised him to take her home and make her as comfortable as he could for she wouldn't last long.
He said He was sleeping a room at adjacent to hers, and he heard her talking, so he got up and went to her room, and shook her to wake her, but she wasn't asleep and said you were talking in your sleep, she said "no I was talking to two angels that are coming for me". he tried to brush it off for he thought that she was delirious, but she said "no I know what's going on, and they said be ready we'll be back soon." and the next night she passed away so peaceable.
I treasure stories that I have heard in my life time, above all that I could learn any where or any place.
