Writers Workshop: If These Walls Could Talk.

Ok, so I told myself I was going to start participating in these writers workshops over at Mamma Kat's blog again. She usually has really great prompts, and I need to keep my creative juices flowing or I'll never sit down and write my books which also means I'll never become a writer; which is my life-long dream. So here it is.

If these walls could talk... They would tell you my entire life story, starting from when I was one year old and my grandmother bought this house. Oh the things this house has seen and been through! It would start with a grandmother, who loved her grandchildren more than anything in the world and from the first week her oldest grandchild was born, she began taking her for sleepovers on the weekend. Here this child learned how to care for animals and love all creatures equally. Within these walls, a small life was shaped and formed; setting the groundwork for what was to come.


If these walls could talk... They would show you the development of that blond little girl as her hair darkened and she became an awkward teenager. A girl with insecurities who became stronger because she was teased about her weight. Not knowing how to dress, or how to feel better about herself, she let her friends use her any way they could. However, as this girl grew older and older, she never stopped running to grandma's house to hide away. Here everything in the world seemed better, and when she was homesick, it wasn't for her own bedroom, but for these walls.


If these walls could talk... They would tell you how that girl grew older, and graduated high school. How she finally learned to dress and accentuate her body type. They would tell you of her first boyfriend whom she abandoned these walls for, but still brought here at Christmas time. These walls would tell you of the countless times she even escaped here as she grew into an adult and started making her way in the world, and of countless other boyfriends and dates she experienced.

If these walls could talk... They would whisper ever-so-softly the secrets of the girl, who is now grown and yet still spinning around. You'd hear how strong she's become on the outside, even when everything seems to be crashing down around her and there is nothing but chaos within. How she spends as much time with her friends as she can, because they are the people who most complete her life, even though she longs for something more... She longs to be held at night. These walls would betray her as they told you that no matter how much she protests she still aches to settle down, and to find that one person who fulfills her life and wishes to grow old with her. But she'll keep waiting, and these walls will keep building her secrets as long as they are there.


If these walls could talk... I would beg them to be tactful as they spoke.