I was looking for something today to share. I had a piece in mind but I ran across something else that seemed a bit more fitting for the moment. Jeri from from What do I Know brought to mind something I have never heard of before (I feel so uneducated). She recently mentioned a style of writing called the crot (that is such a great word). The idea is to create a mood or a feeling through prose. It is similar to concrete poetry where you create a picture on the paper of the thing the poem is about (picture a poem of an apple that looks like an apple).
Leap of Faith
She took a leap of faith. It took all she had inside. She felt like a tornado had run rampant through her soul. Well, maybe not. It was more like the calm after the twister. She was lost in the aftermath of her broken life. She took a leap of faith. She stood up and started again. After he left she stepped into the darkness but now she was coming into the light. She took a leap of faith. She registered with school again. How many years had it been? Her credits were still good; she only needed a bit of refreshers. She felt so old, so out of touch. The instructor Dan, could not have been much older than half her age. When he smiled, feelings she had not felt in years flooded her. Watching him, she felt young and vibrant again. She wanted to do something crazy, something so unlike who she had become. Her friends kept trying to get her to go to the club. So unlike her, so different, enticing. She took a leap of faith. There had to be something out there for her, she just wasn’t sure what. Dan convinced her to go sky diving. She was terrified but still she jumped. Together they hurtled toward the waiting earth below. She took a leap of faith. Parachutes do exist in life. Life goes on. She took a leap of faith.