newsletter writing challenge

the newsletter writing challenge

#1. So, here I stand, on this dock jutting out into a lake I have known all my life. Thoughts of the event ran through my head, as I replayed it over and over again and again. It was a happy event and each time the cycle ended I took a deep breath and as I exhaled I began to relax more and more, which was drastically different than I had been feeling all week before hand.
As the relaxation got to a certain level, A smile wrapped itself around my face is the indication of what I have been through. Earlier last month I went and had a tarot card reading and got the death card on the tomorrow spot, usually indicating that there would be a death of one life and birth into another. I didn’t tell the card reader anything of my life, or what was coming up, but she told me about what would be happening soon. And I was surprised that she had gotten it so right that it was very scary.
But that session ran through my mind as I stood there thinking about everything, which actually forced a smile on my face. I stayed there till the night started its progression across the lake, all the while the peace and fulfillment within me comforted me in the next stage of my life as it comes, not worrying about what comes next but knowing, what ever power is out there governing us, knows what will be going on.

#2. “Dammit!” I thought to myself,” Why! Why did he do that?”
I paced back and forth with such power in my step that the dock itself shook and sent ripples out into the lake which otherwise had a mirror like appearance. The more I thought about it the faster and the longer down the dock I went.
“He forced me to do that!” I thought again,” I trusted him.”
I thought about what had occurred, recently, and I approached a wooden bucket sitting on the top of a support pole for the dock. By the time I had made it with in kicking distance of the bucket I wasn’t thinking, and kicked the bucket, which shattered upon impact with my foot. I watched the pieces fall back to earth once gravity grabbed onto them, some hitting water and sinking immediately, while others hitting solid land and bouncing.
“At least I won’t have to deal with him anymore,” I thought, watching the ripples caused by the pieces of the bucket hitting the water, disappear out into the body of the lake and from sight,” I had to take care of it. Otherwise I would have been the one getting taken care of. And he knew that.”
I turned around and began to head back to the car that waited for me up on the road on top of the hill near the dock, Which I found waiting for me as I had left it when I slammed on the brakes, and got out of the car.
Once I buckled in and closed the door, I slammed the car in drive, and the only trace of me having been there, was a set of tire tracks leading away from the spot.