Random Writing Prompts

Q: What is your favorite way to spend a lazy day?

A: Days that are filled with the nothingness of a lazy day are some of my favorite days. I love to make some coffee and settle in with a good book or a guilty pleasure show. When I think of the perfect lazy day I think of rain pouring outside a little on the warm side and on the inside a nice cool air conditioner humming away. These are the lazy days I think about when I know my husband will be at work. I do relish some alone time but I also desire those lazy days with my hubby and I am all snuggled up in the crook of his arm. On these particular lazy days, I dream of the silent bliss of a snowfall and a warm fire in the fire place. With the man of my dreams dozing off as I lay in his arms reading a good book. With an open wine bottle half drunk on the table next to the now empty cheese board. This picture of domestic bliss that comes to mind when life drifts  into hard times. The perfect picture of calm and happy of harmony is a saving grace to me. The very essence of a lazy day is the picturesque fantasy of calm.   


Q: Have you ever spoken up when you saw something going on that was wrong? Were you scared? What ended up happening?

A: Most people would peg me as a person who just speaks my mind no matter what. This isn’t really the case; I am a very shy person. The only time I speak up is when someone (or something) is affecting my family or hurting someone. I live my life with integrity and I try to uphold this value in all situations. When I was a child there was a girl in my class that had dwarfism. I always went out of my way to help her in any way I could. I remember the other kids making fun of her. I would try and shield her from the other kids’ words by being her friend and treating her like a normal child. This always sticks in my mind. I was never scared to stick up for her. It never bothered me to put myself on the line for her. I was made fun of many times anyways, so why care if I was made fun of for being her friend? I was always taller or bigger than other girls my age so I stuck out too, until I was older then I started getting boys attention. This made me enemy number one with the other girls in my grade. It was a never ending parade of being on the outside. I relished in this, made me who I am today. I person who sticks up for those in need.    



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