The recurring message “I Like Your Shoes,” seems to follow the girl wherever she goes, but what does this mean? She classifies the messenger as some vague being. Similarly, the real world has this same vague messenger that revolves around everyone, except this one does not scribble compliments on your window. Everyone has one or multiple comments following them wherever they go. Just as the girl is constantly reminded of whether her shoes are appealing, everyone else is too when they feel a little insecure about themselves or their belongings. In fact, this messenger lies within our minds. It barrages us with the same message over and over again until we start contemplating whether the comment is truthful, or it is just sugarcoating the situation. Just like the girl, we are too busy worrying about what others think about us instead of what we think about ourselves. What matters is how our image appeals to ourselves. If we shut down this messenger, we can live freer lives.
Instructions: Write something creative, whether it’s a piece of flash fiction, a limerick poem, a memoir, or a letter to a friend… You have total control! Minimum: 250 words. Some ideas for what to write: Flash fiction Short story Chapter of a book Memoir Creative nonfiction Poem (haiku, balla...
Read moreShare
More Like This
Cindy Pu
Love & Gelato is a heartbreaking, yet healing book written by Jenna Evans Welch. The book was published in 2016 and is popular among tweens and teens. It is about Lina, a 16-year-old high school student who spends the summer in Tuscany, Italy after her mom passed away. She discovers that there’s so much more to Italy then she could’ve ever imagined as she follows the directions of a journal her mom left for her.
Youheng Zhong
She is making noodles for herself. The water bubbles and boils like the laugh of a child and the
thick udon noodles swirl slightly in the pot. She portions out a generous chunk of the stew, making sure to pick out the sharp bony pieces. The smell of chili oil and tender beef fills the tiny apartment, wrapping
around her like a familiar embrace.
Jenny Liang
The forest took her, small and thin. A shadow lost in bark and skin. No name was whispered on the breeze. Just echoes tangled in the trees.