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Today’s prompt is frightened exhilaration. I don’t know about you but I automatically think of heights. I am terrified of heights but sometimes I push past that fear in order to partake in an activity. When I lived in the mountains Sam and I frequently went hiking. Most of the time it was just mindless wondering through wooded trails. There was no real destination, no epic view, and with the trees obfuscating the abysmal plunge off the side of the mountain it wasn’t easy to gauge how many feet away I was from sanity.
One day we decided to hike expressively for the view. As the trail narrowed and the trees thinned I had to stare at my feet. I couldn’t look around it was just the ground and my shoes. When we reached the summit I was determined to reap my reward. Several feet from the cliff I looked up and out over the vista. I sat down immediately, had I been able to dig through rock I might have buried myself right there. The view was breath-taking I felt an intense rush but my fear was just as strong as my sense of awe. I sat there shaking, eyes bugging out, laughing and crying simultaneously. I don’t think I really understood the severity of my fear until that moment. What about you ever done something both amazing and terrifying at the same time?
Write a story, poem or blog post sharing your experience (if you prefer you can write about a fictional experience)
You can also share photographs or drawings of the event
Or if you like you can share abstract photographs or drawings depicting the emotion