Sharing a piece of Creative Writing.

Standing there, it was like the whole world was watching me. I sat down on the chair beside the library of books and inhaled. I was terrified. It’s interesting but as the recall of the situation removes the haze of fear that I was spellbound within at the time, I want to laugh at the situation. I put my hand up to my mouth and snigger at how ridiculous I must have looked. I can always laugh at myself afterwards. Rarely at the time. But afterwards, not a problem. The problem was, I didn’t know what I was doing, I had been given the script three minutes before and the many eyes of such a small group now I come to think of it, they glared at me. They desperately wanted to hear what I had to say. Sadly, I didn’t know what I had to say.

One of the group asked me if I was Einstein. I actually replied saying, I was just about, which made me feel even worse. Was that a lie? Did I really believe I was Einstein. Like a deer caught in the headlights my life of hysterical moments flashed before my eyes.

Stood in the cornfield, hands clasped to mouth as I saw the tractor coming toward me and I just couldn’t move.

Thankfully, the farmer did get out of the tractor just intime to shout at me to ‘move you bugger, you’re in the way’.

Today I felt in the way, or maybe in the wrong place at the wrong time. I imagined myself running through the snow with a read scarf and woollen hat, barely warm enough, needing my mind to cool my body down, it didn’t work. I imagined being myself chit-chatting with a good friend over coffee and arguing over the politics of the world. Surely that’s what it’s all about. Being yourself, facing your fears and just putting it out there.

I coughed a dry cough, I blew my nose, cleared my throat and stood up on the stage.
“Right everyone”, I said. “This is a piece of poetry that I think you might find hilarious. Well, I hope you do, or else this is going to be quite the crap sketch.”

No one spoke. No one laughed. Whether this poem was going to be hilarious or not, I had to be up for it and game for a good laugh. Even if it was at my own expense.



Can you tell which monthly writing theme I used?

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