I find myself struggling to find a passion to talk about a passion fruit. As I stare at this fruit, longing for a spark of inspiration, I feel like the white dots become to be like stars. The passion fruit is hard, circular, and definitely not ripe. The galaxy created on the skin tells its own story. As I await for the next couple days for the passion fruit to slowly rot, the darkness take over. As a gradient from yellow to brown shall fully become brown and skin will shrink and shrivel up is what it takes for a human to enjoy this fruit. The more dead, the more alive I feel.
My time is impending. Maybe not impending, but approaching. My passion fruit is slowly beginning to ripen. As it starts to get wrinkly, it reminds me of an avocado. The texture seems to be quite similar, although the inside is definitely not. I feel a sense of excitement, but also fear that I will not enjoy my passion fruit. The time should be soon. I cannot wait to try a passion fruit for the first time. I feel like a kid wanting to ride a bike for the first time. There’s a sense of nostalgia in my joy. I wish more things felt like this.
Oh wow Liz, this is so profound especially the first excerpt. Your words are very relatable and your descriptions are so vivid that I can clearly imagine them. Your writing is also very intense and suspenseful it just makes me want to read more. Your diction is perfect in every way possible. Exceptional work 🙂
Caitlin this is so sweet, thank you so muchðŸ˜
I can sense that you felt a very close connection between your emotions and the passion fruit. I hope that this experience between the fruit and yourself was liberating. Try a passion though, they are pretty good.
Thank you!! And yes, I actually tried the passionfruit and was very disappointed.
I love the tonal shift between the first and second entry. Your illustrative diction in the first creates a sense of dread which is then alleviated in the second as the mood becomes more hopeful. It creates a narrative that is fun to follow!
Thank you Jonathan!! I appreciate it so much.
Elizabeth, I love how you give yourself the freedom to write using different tones for your passion fruit. I also enjoyed the mix of “spark,” “dots,” “stars” and “galaxy” in “a spark of inspiration, I feel like the white dots become to be like stars. The passion fruit is hard, circular, and definitely not ripe. The galaxy created on the skin tells its own story.” A constellation of implied metaphors and similes!
Thank you for your feedback Mr. Stephens!