You were in my Stories

Writing letters that would never be sent has been my new literary love. I started it this year and I write at least one a month. I have written letters to my hater, my mother, to a fictional character, friends, musicians, my favourite people and the list goes on and on and on. Some of the letters I write are sometimes fictional. The fictional ones I write can even turn up to be a story.

I wrote a letter to one of my crushes. Luckily, I have forgotten his name. I do not know how that happened and unfortunately for me, I cannot find my childhood diaries.

So anyway, this is to one of my crushes. I do not know whether he would read it, but if he does and he knows he is the one, what a miracle!!!!

Anyway, a letter to my crush.

Dear XXX,

Hey, it’s been ages since I heard from you and you heard from me. I do not remember the last time I saw you, but I hope all is well.

There’s something you need to know. This would take us back to our youthful and naïve days when we haven’t entered into our adolescent period. You were my crush. I had a crush on you, one that was totally awkward. Since I loved writing up stories and match stick comic strips, you were in my stories. I wrote about us getting married and living in a small house at the countryside. We only lived a luxurious and glamorous life when we take the kids on vacation. Can you imagine? I started dreaming about having a family at that age. It’s unbelievable.

Well, people grow and crushes like this started vanishing and real crushes grew. The crushes we had when we were 15 were realer than crushes at 8, because our eyes were opening little by little, and we had to be more careful.

I dreamt about you. I wrote about you, and drew you in my journal. Your name became a household name and a chant in my diaries and journals. You scared the hell out of me anytime you didn’t come to school. You were my one dearly beloved until I moved to another school and you became history.

So how is life treating you? I bet your current girlfriend doesn’t even appreciate you like how I did when we were 8. The only difference is I never told you I had a crush on you, because it would sound silly, and crushes do not last forever. She doesn’t write about you in her diaries, but I did. She never dreams of you, but I did. She doesn’t draw you and write your name like a chant, but I did.

Anyway, hope you find someone who loves you and swoons you, like I did.

ALL THE BEST IN YOUR LOVE LIFE

Your childhood crush,

Afua

If you had the chance to talk to your childhood crush, what would you say to him???

The Story of a Half Painted Wall

The wall always knew that even though he is not fully painted and it has been left there for years now, he would be a freshly painted wall and people would admire the beautiful colour he displays. He would be smooth and made fine. People would stand in front of him to take pictures.

He is a half painted wall, and a half painted wall’s unfinished beauty is not appreciated. The rain comes down and washes away the little beauty he has. He always cries for the touch of a brush, for a painter to take him as a canvas and turn him into art. He yearns for the romantic stroke of a painter’s roller, to turn him into beauty and a dream.

He wants to feel the wetness of an emulsion paint, to attract sunshine and feel like home. He prays for a painter to take him as he is now, and turn him into something the painter would be proud of. He wishes for a person to lean against him, so that he can feel what the person is thinking.

This is the story of a half painted wall.

A Day In The Life of My Creative Journal

I have been keeping creative journals as long as I can remember. I have them in different sizes and shapes and styles.

You might be wondering what I usually write in my creative journal. I usually write

Poetry

Short stories

Story ideas

Phrases that come into my head

Some parts of a song I love (the lyrics)

Disqualified art (art that are not worth the look)

My creative journal is my way of escape, my way of writing down my creative feelings and I hope, it takes me along throughout this lifetime.

Proud to be a nineties chick, I mean kid, Hehehe xx.

Do you keep creative journals? What do you write in them?