I stared into that white
wall for so long,
I began to see words,
faces, and motion.
But no one seemed
to notice, let alone care,
that my wall was more
of a reality to me than
anything else ever was.

© Sarah Doughty

For the ‘Support Insta Writers’ August Prompts
(based on books written by authors in the IG community)
hosted by Tracy and Journee.

Conversations With A White Wall by @c.e.nelson


44 thoughts on “Reality”

    1. They’re little prompts I run with. I list them at the bottom. 😊 the title reminded me of The Yellow Room and how in the old Victorian era, men used to lock away their ‘disappointments’, typically making them mad if they weren’t already.

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      1. Practice. I took an idea and wrote it out, and then I edited, talking away words that were excessive, swapping for others that had more impact, and did it without taking away the actual intended meaning or effect. It took about a year to figure it out and now it’s not so difficult. 😊 I’ll have a look and give you my thoughts.

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      1. always welcome, love!
        BTW, i would like to ask you if you know an IG writing challenge or prompt aside from your lovely Piccadilly prompt. 🙂 I would love to join those where you will join. 😉 (sorry, i’m a bit clingy. haha)

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  1. you’ve reached your brink when writings appear on the walls. but like this piece underlines, the most disorienting feeling is the neglect of the plea, “my madness is real.” i like the dual imagery of innocence and mental disorientation that white connotes in this piece. well done, Sarah.

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