Five Minute Friday: Story

I’m joining with Lisa-Jo and her friends for Five Minute Friday again this week. Every Friday Lisa-Jo gives us a writing prompt and asks us to write for five minutes about it without stopping to edit or agonize about getting every word and punctuation mark exactly right. For today’s prompt she gave us one of my favorite words: “Story.” I feel like I’ve already written so many posts on this topic. Just last week I wrote a post about “Other People’s Stories.” The tagline of my blog is “living my story one page at a time.” Coming up with just one idea and limiting myself to just five minutes is going to be a challenge, but I think I’m up for it. My mind is going many different directions, but my thoughts keep going to a poem I wrote in either late junior high or early high school. I had some “angsty” periods during those days and I think the poem came out of one of those times. I don’t have the actual poem with me because I’m pretty sure it’s in a box in a long-term storage facility in Alabama, but I  remember several of the lines. So I’m going to embrace my inner 14-15-year old and let her out to guest host the blog today. Caution: she is prone to drama and self-absorption, but be tender with her. God’s not through writing her story yet. Here she goes:


You say you know me like a book, but you’ve never even read me.

You recognize me by my cover. Didn’t your mama ever tell you not to judge books by those?

You think you know me because you’ve read a few reviews other people have posted about me. Maybe you’ve even flipped through my pages and read a few stories, but you haven’t read the whole book. You don’t really know me.

You haven’t read the introduction. You don’t know how my story came to be or why it’s important to the world.

You haven’t read the acknowledgements. You don’t know who contributed to make me who I am today.

You know nothing about the plot development or theme and you don’t get the symbolism.

I’m so much more than the synopsis you read on the inside book jacket.

Stories take time and you’re just too busy to read mine.

I want to be more than one of a stack on your nightside table. Something you’ll get to when you don’t have anything better to do.

So please don’t say you know me like a book.

I don’t think you read books like I do.


Told you she was a little “angsty.”  Anyone else want to pull out a poem from the teen years? Maybe a good journal entry? Those are always fun! Come on!  Introduce us to the younger you! Anyone else have a good list of names you want to give your future children? Or was that just me? 






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9 responses to “Five Minute Friday: Story

  1. Visiting from FMF. Nice job … and good memory. I’m not sure I would want to go back to my teenage years, although I did enjoy them.

  2. I *love* this. So honest, pointed and thought-provoking. So glad I linked up after you … 🙂 Blessings on your weekend!

  3. Great post today! So true!

    • whimzie

      Thanks, Tara. I was a little nervous about letting the inner adolescent out, but I couldn’t get her words out of my head!

  4. Marilyn McCorkle Royal

    Question: Did you write this in SC or LA? I remember the day you’re door was open and I could see into your room when you lived near by. I was amazed that this all together gal could have a room so…well, how do I say it? A room so…different looking from her outward appearance. Tactful? Maybe we don’t know people like we think we do. And I had 2 names on my list of children’s names, Debbie and Johnny. I got to use 1 of them. See I read to the end of your blog. Love you.

    • whimzie

      I wrote this in South Carolina. I think I was in 9th grade but it might have been 10th.

      You don’t have any blackmail pictures, do you? I think my mom probably has some! 🙂

  5. ‘You think you know me because you’ve read a few reviews other people have posted about me.’ I have been guilty of this in the past and I’m working to know more, to read more and to delve beneath the surface. I don’t want friendship that is surface. I want it to be and to mean something. Thank you for the wonderful reminder. I think the teenage you and I would have been friends. So glad I stopped by from FMF! Blessings!
    ~Sarah from

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