In The Eyes Of A Writer

              Jerry sat on the fine, golden sand and watched as the sun set behind the ocean. As a writer, nature was big inspiration for his writings. Everything seemed so simple and almost innocent. To put it into his own words, everything wasn’t so fucked up as mankind made it out to be. For a writer, the smallest aspect was something worth 100 words if not more. The sound of the waves crashing; the sight of seagulls flying above; the smell of salt, all of them could be made into tiny stories. It was the reason why Jerry constantly found himself at the beach. There was a sense of peace and inspiration floating in the air, it was almost like a drug that you couldn’t get enough of once you had a sniff.

                Jerry found himself constantly looking at the word that many people would overlook or yawn at, and the word was ‘history’. When divided it said ‘his story’ but he would write it down as ‘his and her story’ for the reason that he believed everyone had a story to tell regardless if it was a venture in the safari or the walk to the grocery store and forgetting the milk. Once upon a time, a group of cavemen and woman gathered to tell stories to entertain or to socialize with the others. It went from storytelling to the small communities to writing it on walls for whoever found it to read. The idea of writing or “writers” didn’t come from any specific place or time. There was the earliest ‘recorded’ time but it probably went farther back than that. To Jerry’s dismay, it seemed that the idea of writing was becoming few. To sit down and write a story for fun and not for some school project seemed like a hobby only for the adults.

                He looked down at the sand and picked up a handful and let it slowly slip through his fingers, pondering time and life. For him, writing seemed almost timeless. A way to sit down and create something to great without wondering if you have enough time to do so. In the chaotic world where one question was the basis of everything we did was “What time?” and “Do we have enough time?” it’s usually a good thing to turn away from the clock and towards something that makes the person happy. Happiness, itself, can be classified as timeless. When a person does something they love, time itself is insignificant to that person. They don’t even bother looking at the clock. This was what Jerry thought the world needed more of.

                Even as a writer, Jerry knew there were some things just better off unwritten. The world just smelled of blood and gore. The whole world was suffering some kind of crisis or another. Revolutions in Africa continuing to be bloody; the terrorists are terrorizing; Chinese owning America’s a*s; Korea’s truce about to turn to all-out war, everything in the whole world  and not one happy event on the news. Jerry figured if it was written, then future generations wouldn’t see how much we fucked our own society for them to deal with. It was another good reason to sit down lose track of time and, for Jerry, sit down and take in nature.

                Jerry stood on his feet and, for a moment, looked at the ocean and the sun disappearing behind it. Maybe one day, everything won’t be so damn complicated, he mumbled silently to himself. For a few seconds he thought about what he said. Well…when stories are complicated, they’re exciting but when they’re too complex then you lose the reader. It can apply to society; complexity is good but only to an extent. He nodded his head at his new thought, took one last look at the horizon and walked away. The stories were not going to write themselves.

Reviews

[Todd and Dustin]

That was really cool! It reads like a story and a social commentary which is nice. And it had a really high qualiy tone. Very visual and warm. D~

[Joiedevivre]

Good perspective and powerful end. Made me reflect on my own attitude!

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this story. I sat many days trying to figure the world out by the sea. I try to write poetry and story against the craziness. I don't think it matter anyway. Only way a change can happen if 6 billion people. Tell the governments. "Hell no, we won't take this s**t anymore." I like the feel and the motion of the story. A outstanding story. We live in a world where few men want war. Sad part is they control the oil and wealth.
Coyote

[♥Kaitlyn♥]

This was really good!
I loved it!
My favorite part is:
"Even as a writer, Jerry knew there were some things just better off unwritten. The world just smelled of blood and gore. The whole world was suffering some kind of crisis or another."

Really good job!