#Trust30 Fire Up

Fire Up by Ben von Burg

“Books are the best of things, well used. What is the right use? What is the one end, which all means go to effect? They are for nothing but to inspire.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

As a writer, your only duty is to be original, to inspire, to put something new on paper. Don’t be reasonable – your job is to to fire up people’s imaginations, to give them permission to dream, and to lift their heads up to the incredible sight of the stars. They may forget what you wrote about – but they won’t forget how you made them feel.

It’s your turn now. Dream, be unreasonable and write what comes to you for 15 minutes.

The birds chirped happily in the trees while the kids played together in the soft emerald green grass. Their giggles brought a smile to her face. She laid back in the hammock, scribbling away a story that would surely bring more security into their lives. The words poured onto the paper as though she was merely a vessel overflowing with brilliance. The shade of the strong oaks provided a cool, comfortable sanctuary, and the sounds of merriment enhanced her own happiness. Then her youngest came over, tugging at the hammock’s ropes.

“Mommy, dinner’s ready! Dinner’s ready!” She closed her book, slipped out of the hammock, and clutched his little hand. “Then let’s go eat,” she smiled. They walked over to the patio, joining the rest of her family at the picnic table. A fragrant barbequed meal sat before them, along with a large bowl of salad and a pitcher of lemonade. They ate happily, talking about what lovely weather the day had brought. It was the end of summer, and the heat had finally given way to pleasant temperatures — perfect for dining outdoors. The now setting sun shimmered shades of pink and purple across the sparse clouds. As a cool breeze blew through the trees, they skewered marshmallows to roast over the glowing embers of the barbeque grill. She was about to take a bite of her marshmallow.

She awoke with a gasp. The stench of stale cigarette smoke burned her airways. Coughing, she floundered around for her inhaler. After puffing the life-saving medicine, she sighed discontentedly. It was only a dream.

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