Read On!

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I always thought I could keep one. No, not a secret but a diary, the very first one about the boring life of a keyboard hero. It is a silent protest, a testament to what I never dared to write or feel or what was not interesting enough to share. Do I want to share? Is sharing caring? I doubt it.

In the second part, the only word I wrote on page 11 is: "curious, as always?" It was a message to the nosy little squirrel who always rummages through my things. I thought about what to write next, but the pages remained empty anyway. I hid it between the cupboard and the wall, where it was visible to the detail-oriented and the gossip and the curious. Some see everything at a glance, while others are blind to what lies before them.

The first diary is getting dusty. I left it on the desk. All that is on it are sheets of fingerprints of those who tried to read the invisible written words that cannot be translated, no matter how hard they try. I smelled a scent that was not there when I pushed it to the other corner to pretend it was useful to me and, above all, very private. Are those fingerprints enough evidence to confront?

I waited and added the words: Read on to find out more. The next part: there is a surprise waiting for you I did not pick up the pen for.
A bomb would be a great surprise, or would just "thank you, your bank account has been blocked" be shocking enough? I will save that for the next diary I buy. One sentence per year is enough. Another empty episode in my life.

One empty book, one with only one line, my third will unveil the solution. To be honest, how much sense can a person write? Is it valuable when it comes to words? Will words still make people think, reflect and react? Leaving a pencil next to the diary is a good start.

"Colour your world," I write on the last page before closing diary number 2, which I will never open again. Who knows, one day it might be printed by Amazon and after I die I will be famous as the artist of the blank diary and praised to the heavens. Blank books are bestsellers these days, the DIY Diaries without a Game and gain.


5.3.25
Time: 10 minutes
Prompt: Read on to find out more - @freewritehouse / @aneukineung78

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That empty? Sometimes there are so many memories, so many things, and the best is not to keep them.

Well, actually, you killed at least 3 birds with this stone. And all in the same day of killing while the 3 birds live in different day.

Which makes me a time traveller, bird watcher, great hunter, the owner of the amulet Hermeline had in Harry Potter to attemd more than one class at the same time and the invisible man with one sling shot. There's hope for me and the plague of pigeons. 😁

What's the point in filling pages if painful moments shared are published and the writer is punished?
What is it we remember at the end of the day or month or a year? Everything or one moment, a thought or slogan?

What is it we remember at the end of the day or month or a year? Everything or one moment, a thought or slogan?

And the empty book is like what, a witness? Haha.

No, the empty book is empty or contains only that last thought or memory because there isn't more.