The sign on the road had a battered look and where the rust had given way, the words freedom rain were sprawled clumsily in bold, red paint. Even the misspelling of half this phrase did not distract from the way the intense red had dried, sliding down the unmoving board, as if wishing to be free of the sign itself, before it became trapped there permanently.
Its dripping red blood was merely a mark to others, and seemed to glare at those who passed, desperately wishing that freedom would actually rain down upon it, to wash away the stain of unlikely belief that its defacement promised.
Signs lied, just like people. It was only a reflection of the world in which it resided. The earth in which it was trapped.
That sign in the road, with its bloody red soul, oozing hopeless life, a trick, for all those willing to believe.
That hope existed, out in this part of the world.
So, I'm not so great at technology. I probably only use the Internet for about four percent of the ways it could be utilized (i.e. email, facebook, and music), and I don't really know anything about "blogging". But I really wanted to get some of my writing up for people to read and get feedback on. So, in honor of Lewis Caroll, these are my six impossible things, not that I know, but that I am going to try (although probably not all before breakfast):
1. I will admit to people that I finally made a blog.
2. I will try to keep up with this blog despite work, classes, and procrastination.
3. I will (fearlessly) post sincere displays of my writing.
4. I will try to post once a week.
5. I will not get too frustrated by all the technology involved and give up.
6. I will defeat this "blog-thing".
Most of what I write is lengthier (which is another reason I wasn't drawn to the idea of a blog at first), so I'm just going to post some blurbs and flash fictions while I'm getting started to get a feel for things.
