Thursday, July 5, 2012

five minute friday - story

Joining with Lisa-Jo and Five Minute Friday - This week the topic is story. The rules are no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. And five minutes to get it done.

Go.

Once upon a time there was a girl. She spent most of her free time reading. In fact, she could often be found in her bed with a flashlight trying to read one more Baby-Sitter Club book before she got caught. And she usually did.
Stories have always been her escape. She does not remember ever learning to read. She does remember her life long friends -Charlotte and Wilbur, Laura and Mary, Peter and Fudge, Kristi, Mary Anne, Claudia and Stacy.

Stories continue to offer her relief and friendship even years later. When the world feels harsh, all she has to do is open some pages. In the black and white print, she finds understanding. She sees pieces of her rising action and her antagonist there. Stories always offer hope. Even the ones that end with tears in the wee hours of the morning somehow reassure her that there is something bigger than this life out there.
A good story is better than pretty much anything else that's for sale.

Stop. Five Minute Friday

11 comments:

  1. Oh how I remember the Babysitter Club books! I read them all too!!! I especially loved when they came out with a little movie.
    Hope you get to read again soon.

    Stopping by from Lisa Jo's!
    xo Leigh

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  2. How I love to read...I could often be found with a book also! :) Thanks for sharing your thoughts and for reminding me of my love for a good book! :)

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  3. Oh man, we like the same books! This is a great post and so true!

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  4. I love to read too. Books can teach me things and take me to wonderful places.

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  5. Baby-sitters' Club. Sigh. I couldn't get enough.

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  6. Oh...I loved Babysitter's Club and Laura & Mary were my friends too...I love how you show the reader's heart here and the world that opens up for "people like us."

    Lovely use of the prompt today!

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  7. Wow you sound like me! I love that stories can be our escape as much as the characters become our friends. And, I love that you look for the hope in each book! Linking up with you with LisaJo!

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  8. Oh my goodness! I used to read the SAME books with a flashlight!!! Wow, that just brought back some memories! :) Loved your story and so happy to find your blog today!

    I'd love to invite you to stop by and join my online study of Ephesians! It starts next week! :)

    Blessings,
    Melanie

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  9. I am SO much older so that my kids are the ones who read the Babysitters Club books- but oh how I have loved to read my whole life- I cannot remember learning to read either- or being read to really, being the oldest of 7. My siblings still recall how my "nose was always in a book" When I was married and after I tucked my kids in bed I would read into the wee hours of the morning in the bathtub- and kept adding hot water while I read "just one more chapter" When I went back to college at 39 they told me that my life long love affair with books and words and reading helped me in my transition back to school. My kids are grown and now I keep all kinds of books around the house for the grandkids to read just as I didn't my own when they were young :)

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  10. Awwwww!! I love this and yes, I loved many of the same writers... and still do, I may add. One of my biggest joys in recent years has been visiting Louisa May Alcott's house over and over again! Woo hoo!!!

    This is my first five minute friday. I am glad I "met" you!

    Here is my first five minute friday prompt writing ever!

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  11. Too cute. This could have been me. My grandparents brought me a new Babysitter's Club book each Saturday which of course I finished by that evening! One of my fondest memories of them. I miss them so much. Thank you so much for the memory. Beautiful!

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