On limitations.

Published May 22, 2012 by mandileighbean

I have never felt so lost. I am unsure as to who I really am, what I really want and what that all means. However, I’m not questioning everything or abandoning anyone. I’m confident being a writer is my dream and the fulfillment of that dream would make me deliriously happy, but is that it? Is that all there is? What about falling in love? What about having money? I don’t need millions upon millions of dollars, but I would like just enough to be comfortable, and to be able to pursue my passions. I’d love to be rid of all of these useless anxieties that continuously plague me. I would love to be able to breathe normally, as I’m tired of gasping for breath underneath the crushing weight of uncertainity that keeps my lungs from expanding properly. I would love to walk into a crowded room and scream – just scream and scream until I had the undivided attention of all the eyes in the room. Sometimes, I dream about admitting defeat, of throwing in the towel and not giving a damn anymore. I am a basketcase.

PROMPT:Alphabet Story
Write a 26-word story where every word begins with a different letter of the alphabet.

Amanda became confused; properly observed yet misunderstood, under Xanax, vilified zealot.  Despite everything, fear had gotten in James’ way. Quiet regret stunted the jokes, nullifying kinship.

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