Embracing madness, dreams, and other tidbits about freewriting (My Over20Club Post)

Lies - a weekend freewrite

My grandfather lied to my grandmother. I guess it runs in the family. That's why I wasn't surprised when I heard the lie come out of my own mouth. I'd never lied to Charlene before, but I guess there's a first for everything. Besides, I don't know if I'm fully to blame...after all, Grandpa did the same thing.
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Owww, it was a weekend freewrite – my favorites! I actually forgot this freewrite completely, so it was as big as a surprise to me as it is to you.

Freewriting as Therapy

If you listen, probably any freewriter will tell you this. Freewriting, or rather writing in general, has this wonderful gift of healing. Because even if you try to control the stories that come out, you can only do it for so long, and at a certain point, details starts spilling out of your mind. You find yourself writing about the strangest things or giving your characters all sorts of weird attributes, something your great aunt used to do, something you saw on the street and never quite forgot...
That sort of thing.

And then, there's that first prompt that really makes a break in your defenses, the first one where you write something dark or upsetting or even just wondering...Because we all have these deep, rich inner lives that no one knows about and with freewriting, you get to do this beautiful thing where you can sort of give those lives away to other people, to imaginary people in your stories.
You get to explore your mind and your heart.
And you start asking questions. Okay, X is a recurring theme in my stories...why? What's driving me to come back to this subject?

And where all those issues seemed so...complex, who would've thought they can be resolved or at least tackled so easily?

Well, since I scrolled all the way back to the beginning of my freewriting journey, here's another oldie -

The Second Church

I want to go to your church, yet I don't know what church you go to. Hell, I don't even know if you go to church at all...Maybe you don't, but still, you must go somewhere. And I want that, I want that place, i want you. But you don't care, of course, why would you?
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See, as I was saying therapy. I don't think it's very hard to understand what this one's about, but I find that it's a wonderful outlet, when you're brimming with butterflies and love to be able to write, to create the poetry of your feelings.

The Pyre Pair

My only defense was to write down every word they said. It helped me keep note of what was going on at the time. 'm very bad at remembering, although I didn't use to be. But now, with everything that's happened...I suppose it's true what they say and life eventually takes its toll on you. I wrote every thing down, not just the words. I made scribbles of the actions of my captors, of their looks. I became very good at watching. I watched people and the little birds that came to my window.
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This is another one I just loved, and again, it was therapeutic in so many ways. I didn't even know I had this thing stuck in my mind, but then I unlocked it.

Little Beasts

I had this system for getting exactly what I wanted from people. You could call it a gimmick, I suppose, but that would be childish, I think. It's not a gimmick and it's not a trick, it was simply magic, as I always told everyone.
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Okay, I must admit I was picking a bit at random, since you can't really choose between your stories. It's like choosing a favorite child. Only, I suspect, harder.

So, anyway, I hope I got your interest. :D

I would like to say a BIG THANK YOU to @mariannewest for hosting the amazing 5 Minute Freewrite Challenge, to the @freewritehouse for being such a wonderful place where we can find each other and to @marie-jay for introducing me to this beautiful community!