Five Minute Freestyle (Second Try) -- Can You Guess What This Is About?

in freestyle •  8 years ago  (edited)

So, after yesterday's awful attempt at this, I gave it another go, hoping to do better. I took @dreemit's advice and did not write directly into Steemit, but instead into notepad. It turned out to be a great suggestion, because there was a lot less pressure and my mind presented itself with many ideas very quickly.

I did have a few typos that I corrected when transferring the writing to Steemit, so I hope that's not cheating? But here is my five minute writing freestyle.



Fifty years have passed since I watched them take you away from me. All around the world, twice and thrice, I have searched for you through the darkness. My dear child, I will never stop seeking your face, though it pains me to say that I have forgotten it.

Not his though. His I can never forget, for it does not leave me. Even now, I see him smiling down at me as I beg him not to take you from me. I often fear that it is my hatred for him that keeps me going, rather than my love for you. But, then I remember..

Your laughs. They're the last reliable memory of you that I have, and it is through the hopes that I might hear them again that I find the will to keep searching. But, my sweet boy, I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.

My time here is coming to end, and I fear now more than ever that I will die before we are reunited. What terrifies more, however, is that you have already closed your eyes for the last time, without me there to say goodbye.

It's funny. They call me killer. But, not in a million years would I do this to another. Not even him. Rip his fucking head off his shoulders I might, but steal his children from him, and condemn them all to a fraction of a life -- that I could not do.

I'm running out of time, my sweet boy. I will cry my last cry for you, as I have the last thousand. I pray this time you will hear it, and know that I never gave up on you.


I will be impressed if anyone is able to figure out what this about.

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It's always nice to read this side of Santa. Emo Santa, if you will. Great introspective take. This really oozed a lot of emotion, and I could really feel barbs squeezing my heart. For someone who enters houses through chimneys, it's very hard to shake off that reputation of being a killer. Nobody would really think of the act as anything but malevolent.

And, I know I'm wrong, but I want to remain in a world where stories are interconnected. The clues are seen, and while I have a guess, I don't want to be the one to piece everything together. Great job with this though. You said a lot in only a limited number of minutes. Would've been awesome if you had tagged this #freewrite and mentioned @improv too.

I will add those tags in the next one, as I expect I will do a few more. Perhaps even one a bit a little. If you are curious about what this one was about, you can tell dreemit she has my permission to tell you.

It appears to be about the search for a lost son by an older/dying person, who has been searching long enough that the son could also have passed.

But since we're supposed to guess and you'd be surprised if we got it, it's probably not so straight forward.

Technically, due to one incorrect noun, that is not what the poem is about. But, yeah.. obviously in essence it is about a mother looking for their son.

If yesterday's was a clue, then a material, like wood, made in to toys and separated as they are delivered by santa to different houses.

Lol. Yesterday's wasn't a clue.

To be honest.. absolutely no idea what the hell your writing about :P

Well that took 5 minutes, so I think if I spent some more time on it, and make it a lot better, I might offer a bounty to the first person to figure out what it's about. There are still a number of decent clues in this one though..

Because I started re-reading your book again last night my mind instantly went to Kataya and her children, even though I know that's not it, I'll have to try and clear my head and read this again.

It is beautiful though, and it turns out that you are in fact very good at this :)