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Writing Prompts: Hello Gretchen

In honor of being in Savannah, this week I will be doing my writing prompts based on random pictures. If this goes well enough, I may consider making it a thing. I’d even take photo submissions.

Day 63

She looked out the window. She lost hope of being found with every passing day. He did everything in his power to make sure nobody knew anything was wrong. Including taking her phone and constantly updating her social media. As far as anybody knew, she was out and about having the time of her life. She was healing from her recent horrible break up.

Her thoughts strayed back to that horrible night again. She should have just let it go. She shouldn’t have kept pushing for answers from Stacy. She learned more than she ever expected to. Stacy was still in love with her ex. Stacy’s ex wanted them to get married and have kids. There was no way to compete with that. All Stacy ever wanted was to start a family.

They could have had a family. She knew it. She could have said it. She was just so shocked at the events that she let Stacy walk away. She didn’t even fight for her. By the time it occurred to her to do so, she felt something go over her mouth and the world went dark. When she woke up, she was here.

A sound came from the other side of the room. She tenses with fear. She doesn’t know if she should stay where she’s at or hide. She looks down at the chain tied to her ankle. She looks around at everything close to her that she can reach. It’s too late. He steps into the light and smiles.

Hello Gretchen. We finally meet again.

Writing Prompts: What Would you Do For Someone Else?

Writing Prompt: What would you most like to do for someone else if you had the money in time.

Note: I’m choosing four people here. I’m not including names. With the exception of “Mom”.

For Mom: I would pay back all my debt to her. I would also buy her her dream home and pay to have it set up for her just the way she wants it. I’d have an art studio included in the house for her.

For My Fiance: I would have a game room set up for him. I’d have all the consoles he wants and all the games he wants put in there for him. If he chooses to try doing a gaming blog, I will get him all the equipment he needs for it.

Empath Friend: I would try to set her up a room where she can just go and be by herself completely. Where she can just unwind and not feel like she’s having to take care of the world. She and I both forget to put our own personal needs first. She’s always looking after mine. I feel like that would help her look after her own as well.

Author Friend: I would make sure that she has all the material she needs to promote her book and write future books. Anything she needed to make her happy and make her dreams come true. She’s so creative that it’s inspirational. I hope to have her dedication one day.

Coming Home

“Thought this town wasn’t good enough for you.”

I looked up and right into the eyes of Trever Meyers. We dated in high school. We loved each other very much, but we wanted two different things. I wanted to travel and get out of this town. He wanted to stay here and settle down.

Trever was handsome. He always had been. He was lean, but not to lanky. He was muscular in a soft way. He had dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He stood just at 5’8. He’s always had a smile that could melt any girl. That smile wasn’t there today.

“Trever. It’s nice to see you. You know I have family here still.”

“Funny how they haven’t mattered for the past ten years.”

It was unnerving how Trever looked. He had a cold look about him, and his glare sent a shiver down my spine. I’d been told that he’d been doing really good, but the way he was told me that wasn’t the case.

“Trever, please. It wasn’t personal. The school I was accepted in was amazing. And I was lucky to get a job of my dreams right after graduation! I’ve visited, but I haven’t ever been able to stay long.”

“So, I’ve heard. Well, it was good to see you.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

“Trever, please don’t be like this. I’m going to be here for at least a month. It would be nice to catch up. I heard you and Macy just had your third baby. Congrats.”

“Thanks, I guess. But Macy and I are separated.”

“What? Why? You two were so happy from what I heard!”

“None of the kids are mine.”

I shuffled my feet at that. I didn’t know what to say. Macy had been after Trever since high school. I couldn’t see her throwing that away. But I had heard rumors about Macy in school that weren’t exactly flattering. I never really believed them, but now it seems that maybe I should have.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah me too. Guess I’m just meant to have my heart ripped out of my chest.”

“Trever. I never meant to hurt you. Didn’t you read my letter?”

“Yes. I read your stupid letter! You think that takes away from you leaving without saying goodbye?”

“I went to find you and you were nowhere to be found. I was told that you were with Macy. So I left. It’s not really attractive to hold grudges.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?”

“Enough. I’m sick of having this stupid argument. I messed up, but that was over a decade ago! Will you let it go? Or should I leave?”

“I’m sorry, Veronica. You hurt me badly. Even more than Macy did.”

“It hurt me too. I wanted you to go with me. You know that.”

“I know, but I belong here.”

“How do you know that when you never even left?”

“I just know. You don’t think I’ve never left here? I go on vacations. I’m not barbaric. I never felt home anywhere but here.”

“Look. I have to go. I am meeting my mom in a half hour. Is there a chance we can meet somehow? Have coffee?”

“I’d like that.”

“I would too. It’s clear we have a lot to talk through.”

“Yes, we do. Thank you, Veronica Lynn.”

We exchanged numbers and then I hugged him and left. I couldn’t understand why he was so hostile after all this time. From what I’ve been told, he’s been very happy with life after I left. It was even speculated for awhile that my leaving may have been good for him. Clearly, there’s a lot I need to get caught up on.

Thirty minutes later, I pulled into my mom’s house. I took a deep breath. I haven’t gotten a long with my mother in a few years. Not since I graduated high school. She expected me to come straight home. She wasn’t exactly happy when I took the job offer in Chicago. There’s nothing I could say that would help her understand why this was a dream job. She felt that my responsibilities at home were more important.

I got out of the car and straightened my clothes. Last thing I want to do is look like a slob when meeting with my mother. Since I took the job, she’s really been on me about my appearance. Nothing I wear is good enough. She seems to think that the magazine I work for is some high fashioned magazine. If it was, I wouldn’t be working for them.

I walked up to the porch and took my key out. I unlocked the door and walked in. Putting my stuff on the table by the door and my coat on the coat hanger. I walked into the kitchen and sat down.

“Mom?! I’m here.”

“You’re five minutes late.”

I rolled my eyes. We have never stayed on time for anything in this family. It seems that if you get a nice job right out of college that you suddenly have to obey the laws of time. That seems logical, I guess.

“I’m in the kitchen.”

Mom walked into the kitchen. I watched as she eyed me up and down. My mom was young looking and beautiful. Most people that didn’t know us actually thought she was my sister. We both have beautiful brown hair. Her eyes are green and mine are blue. We are both carrying a bit of extra weight. She is just at the 5-foot mark. I’m mere inches taller.

“Interesting choice of clothing”

I looked down at myself. I was wearing my favorite comfortable jeans and a t-shirt representing my favorite band. I had flip flops on. I love flip flops. It’s the only acceptable way to go around barefoot it would seem.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

She stared at me for a minute like she was deciding if I was asking her a serious question.

“I would think that somebody with your career would want to dress more appropriately.”

“We’ve been over this before mom. I am not with a fashion magazine. I’m with one that focuses on the arts. Mostly I write stories, poems, and reviews.”

“That gives you permission to dress like a teenager?”

“People of all ages dress like this. I don’t understand why you want me to be something I’m not. I’ll never care about fashion. Why can’t you just accept that?”

“Fine. I’ll drop it. I’m just worried about you. You’ll never catch a good man dressing like that.”

I sighed. She would never let that go. Since Trever, I’ve casually dated a few men and women, but I’ve never really had any serious commitments. Nobody has been good enough to bring home. She’s noticed. We’ve had several discussions about this. She’s convinced I’m pining over Trever.

“I’m not looking for a relationship, Mom. Besides, how do we know that the love of my life isn’t a woman?”

Mom scoffed. She started at me incredulously as if I had just told her to chop off her own hand and serve it for dinner.

“Surely you are over that horrid phase by now.”

“Mom, it’s not a phase. I’m bisexual. You’re going to have to accept it. It’s who I am.”

“Please. Bisexuals don’t exist. You either like women or you like men. Liking both is just selfish and unnatural.”

I didn’t bother to respond to that. It’s insane to know that my mother would be okay with me being a lesbian but can’t accept that I might be bisexual. I looked at my watch. If we didn’t leave now, we would be late.

“Look at the time. We need to go.”

“Don’t you want to change first?”

“What I have on is fine, Mom. Besides, look at the clock. We don’t have time!”

We spent the next few hours really enjoying time together. We watched a movie. Then we had dinner at our favorite restaurant. We even walked to the lake to enjoy the night air. For the first time in a long time, we were close. We were doing things we both enjoyed doing and we weren’t fussing.

I dropped mom off at home and made my way back to my hotel room. Mom offered to let me stay with her, but I’d already booked the room. I told her that once the reservation was done, I’d consider it. I didn’t know how long I’d be in town. Being able to stay with Mom would make things cheaper. Especially if I wound up needing to stay for a long time.

After everything went down, my boss felt that it would be best if I went home until things calmed down. She’d be communicating with me through email with all my assignments, and I’d send them in through email. It was all seemingly planned out for the most part.

I still didn’t think it was fair. I didn’t do anything wrong. Somehow, I got drug in the middle of it all and because of that, I’m in the hot seat. Luckily my boss took pity on me since she knew the situation. I understand she’s just trying to keep me out of harm’s way. I just wish she knew how much I hated it here.

It turned out that our former owner was sleeping with many of the employees. He was also sleeping with quite a few women who interacted with the company regularly. His wife found out about it. She demanded that he sell the company or she was going public about everything. Which wouldn’t be good for the company at all.

Since it came to light, there has been an all out witch hunt. People started quitting for either their involvement or because they were repulsed. Some of the suspected people were let go for their part in the whole ordeal. People started pointing fingers and making horrible accusations.

My name got thrown in the mix. People assumed that because I helped him with some of the major projects that nobody wanted to do that we were sleeping together. They also assumed that because I was young and pretty that I’d try to sleep my way to the top. Needless to say, they didn’t know me at all.

I loved my job, but sometimes working there could be a nightmare. I’d started working from home after the whole scandal came out. But someone started leaving threatening messages on my door. My boss got nervous and told me she would feel better if I went home until everything sorted itself out. She’s convinced that once we get a new owner everything will calm down. I hope she’s right.

I spent a couple hours writing for my latest assignment. Once I turned everything in, I got in bed and read until I was tired enough to sleep. I’d reserved the room for a week thinking that everything should be resolved by then, but from the email that my boss sent me while I was out with Mom, it looked like it may be longer than that.

I had just laid down to get comfortable and fall asleep when my phone chirped. I had a text message.

I’m sorry for the way I acted today. I’ve got a lot going on. It’s not easy to find out that the woman you’ve been married to for five years was sleeping around the whole time.

I wanted to ask questions, but I didn’t feel it was my place to pry. I really did want to be there for him through these tough times. We didn’t work out, but I still cared.

I understand completely. That’s really something nobody should ever have to experience. It seems that I will be in town for quite some time. I’m here if you need to talk.

He responded almost immediately.

I just might take you up on that. Goodnight, Veronica.

Goodnight, Trever.

Shaylin Survives

Technically, this isn’t a writing prompt. I got it from an idea I had at random today. It will be a scene at random and not the beginning of a story.

Shaylin was terrified. All around her people were running and screaming. Nobody knew what was going on. There was gunfire and fire balls shooting out in all directions. They barely had time to start fleeing before the attack started. If Ria hadn’t had her vision, there’s no telling how many more lives would be lost currently.

She reached the tunnel at last and looked around to make sure others were coming in. She wanted to stay there and attack, but she didn’t know how she could. Her power only worked if she was able to use the power of people around her. It was her gift and it was her curse. She had access to anything anybody around her possessed, but she had no power of her own. Unless you counted the telepathic communication that every person in her village possessed.

They are coming quickly. Quick! Help me attack them!

She looked over to find Dax. One of the fire mages she knew well. She didn’t hesitate or respond. She threw out her hands as if she did this all the time and let the fire pool onto her hands and arms. She looked over to see Dax doing the same thing. Focusing intently.

Once she was sure she had a clear shot at a group of the attackers, she let the fire go. Many of them went down, but there were still some standing. They kept coming for them. Nothing would hold them back from their goal. Enslaving us and using our powers.

I prepared to make another attack when I heard a startled cry next to me. Dax had been hit! I looked closely and found that he had been hit with an arrow to the knee. Not enough to kill him, but enough to make it hard to focus on wielding his fire.

I looked up to find that our attackers were almost at the tunnel. I didn’t stop to think. I grabbed at Dax and started to drag him further back into the tunnel. Two people came from nowhere and took the time to help me.

When we finally got to a safe point, We took the time to remove the arrow and stop the bleeding. We did what we could to clean the wound. I was grateful that he hadn’t gotten a worse injury. It barely embedded into his skin.

Once everything seemed calm and quiet, I went to sit to find a stabbing pain in my side. I looked down to find an arrow sticking in. I heard the gasp of somebody nearby me as if they noticed the arrow too. The last thing I saw before darkness was them coming to me with a worried expression on their face.

Cara!!!

The name pulsed through my brain with a ferocity before everything went black.

Gavin’s Nightmare

This came to me randomly awhile ago. I haven’t worked much on it since, but I may go back and work on it.

Gavin woke with a start. He couldn’t figure out what had woken him up so suddenly. Looking at the clock he realized it was 4 in the morning. He hadn’t even been asleep an hour. His thoughts of frustration were interrupted by a small sound.


Spsst


Gavin looked around trying to figure out where it was coming from. He looked around frantically with the sound repeating every few seconds.


On your nightstand, you asshole!


Shocked at the words, he instinctively looked towards the nightstand to find a small blue ladybug. He was puzzled. It took him a moment to realize it was the being speaking in his head.


What or who are you?


It’s me, Patrick!


What the hell happened to you?


I pissed Lanie off.


And just how did you do that?


Is that really important?


Umm… being that you’re a ladybug, I’m going with yes.


Okay. FINEEE. So she was being her usual snotty self and I mocked her a little bit and she told me I was an ass.


And?


And I rolled my eyes. She didn’t like that and so she huffed at me.


That’s it?


There might be more.


Out with it!


So she told me to stop making fun of her.


Oh no.


And I said “What are you gonna do about it? Turn me into a bug?”


Patrick, you know she’s the most advanced witch here.


I may have forgotten that point.

Remembering Sarah (Written By Me)

Note: This was written in 2013 in honor of my sister who passed away in 2006. She was 14 years old.

In honor of Sarah’s eight year anniversary of having passed on, I’m going to give my story on the events. This is based on a true story, but I will not be including the original names. This will also be longer than my usual page a day story. I’m not asking for pity. I’m not even asking that you read it. It’s up to you. I’m getting the story out as a part of the healing process.

It was 10:30 A.M on February 13th. Bryan woke me and Frank up urgently. Normally, I’m very hard to wake up. Today, I could sense something was wrong. I woke up immediately. I looked in Bryan’s face and knew something was wrong and sprang out of bed before he could even tell me that Drew was in the living room and wanting to talk to me.

I ran down the hall and got to the living room to find Drew. The look on his face made my heart stop. I knew somebody had died. My mind raced with the possibilities of who. I could tell that it was hurting him badly to have found out. I swallowed the lump that had somehow formed in my throat as I waited for him to talk.

“Sarah passed away this morning.”

This is the point where I completely lost it. Frank had caught up to the living room at this point and sat beside me where I had collapsed on the couch. I couldn’t tell you how long after he passed the news that Drew left. I couldn’t even tell you whether or not he said anything else. I was devastated and crying. I don’t even know how I managed to breathe.

Sometime after hearing the news, Frank and I drove to my grandmother’s house. On the way there, I couldn’t help but notice how dreary the weather was. It felt to me like even the Earth was mourning the loss. I’m sure that wasn’t the case, but that’s how it made me feel when I saw it. It’s amazing the things that comfort you when you are completely heart broken.

 It was at my grandmother’s that we found out the whole situation of her death. Though I still remember it, I’d like not to repeat this. I will say that the news of it made me angry. I couldn’t believe that something like this happen and nothing was done about it.

Two days after Sarah passed away, they held a viewing for her. At the time, I didn’t understand why it was happening so fast. Between hearing the news and her viewing, I had somehow tricked myself into thinking that there was a mistake. That they had found out Sarah was really okay and that they had mistaken her for somebody else. Sadly this wasn’t the case.

The amount of emotions I felt that night was truly shocking now that I look back on it. I remember feeling angry and appalled that anybody would want to take pictures of this tragic event. I remember feeling horribly depressed seeing her lying there and not being able to wake her up. I remember feeling awkward when people came by to tell me how sorry they were and not knowing how to respond to them. The thing I remember the most, is that I wanted to run away. I wanted to just get as far away from the whole situation as I could.

The next day was the funeral. I remember being swept away by how many people showed up. It touched me to know that there were so many people who cared to pay their respects. I won’t go into the service of her funeral because something happened that I’m still working to erase from my memory. My mother will never forget it. To put it lightly, the preacher used my mother’s name instead of my sister’s. We’ll leave it at that.

We got to her grave and the full reality of the situation hit me. I was hit with an urge to scream at everybody to stop. I wanted to tell them that it wasn’t right and that we could save her somehow if we just tried harder. As the coffin lowered itself into the ground, I felt like a part of me went down with it.

For two years after her death, I didn’t speak to anybody unless I absolutely had to. I let myself be drug away into my own little world. I pushed some people away to the point there was absolutely no turning back from it. Frank left me after doing everything he could to bring me back. Looking back, I can’t say I blame him. I don’t resent him either. I think deep down, a part of me just wanted to be alone.

I blamed myself for her death. I was the older sister, and I should have protected her better. This was my point of view anyways. In reality, I know that there was nothing I could of done to stop what happened.

I will say this though. You never truly know the pain of loss like that until you’ve lost somebody you love very much. It’s a feeling you will never understand until you experience it yourself.  Doesn’t matter how that person is related to you. They could be your parents,  your friends, your significant other, or any family that you are really close to.

I knew that I didn’t want to suffer that kind of pain again. That’s the reason I did what I did. It’s the reason I stopped contacting people and stayed to myself for two years. In my mind, at the time, I felt like if I just didn’t talk to people I wouldn’t be close to people and it wouldn’t hurt me when something happened. I wouldn’t be broken so badly.

It has now been eight years. I now know that when the time comes, you just have to say goodbye. We are all bound to get hurt and lose people. It’s going to happen no matter how much we try to shield ourselves from it. At least we can hold on to the hope that we will see them again when the time comes. They are waiting for us.

It doesn’t hurt as badly as it did eight years ago. There is still a hurtful longing inside me though. Sometimes, I will find something that belonged to her and wish that she was here so I could hear that special laugh of hers again. Then I smile with the knowledge that one day I will. Until then, I’ll live for her. It’s what she would want me to do. She wouldn’t want me to put my life on hold for her. She’d want me to continue living my life. She’d want me to be happy.

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Meant To Be (A Poem By Me)

The sound of your voice
Makes me feel at ease
Takes away my worries
Makes my heart feel free

You will never see
How much you mean to me
You will never know
How much I yearn to show

Fate has brought us together
Time and time again
Love has been what’s kept us
In each others arms

A night without you
Is like a million years of solitude
A week without you
Is like a lifetime

In your arms is where I’m meant to be
For all of my days
In your heart
Is where I’m meant to stay.

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Loving Embrace (A Poem By Me)

So many questions in my head
I wish that you were here instead
To hold me through the darkest nights
And wake up with me with every light

You keep me safe and warm
Being in your loving arms
If I had just one wish
It would be that every night was like this

I never knew a love so true
Until the day I laid eyes on you
Our first kiss was so pure
In it I found my heart’s cure

Even on the coldest night
You keep me warm with your embrace so tight
You chase away my every fear
You kiss away every tear

I wish that I could find the words to say
How you make me feel every day
I wish that I could let you know
All the happiness inside me I want to show

With you is where I always want to be
I know in my heart you are meant for me
Until my very last day
It’s with you I want to stay

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It’s You (A Poem By Me)

Note: This is in place of Top Ten Tuesday. I wanted to participate, but I have lost most of my bookmarks. My good ones are somewhere else that I don’t have access too. I know it’s late, but that’s because I was trying to think of a way to participate.

The thought of you
Makes my heart sing
Makes me feel free
Makes me feel safe


Your touch
Sends electricity all through my body
Takes me to the moon
Makes me want to be closer


Your kiss
Makes me crave a thousand more
You are the one
I want to kiss the rest of my life


Your voice
Makes my heart beat fast
Makes me smile
I could talk to you for hours


You give me the world
With just one touch
You give me your everything
With just one kiss

In The Darkness (A Poem By Me)

In the darkness
You call my name
I reach to touch you
But I’m surrounded by darkness

In the darkness
I call for you
I long for you
I need you

I’m yours
Despite it all
Through the darkness
I belong to you

I run from you
I stumble and I fall
You find me
You pick me up

You kiss me
Then you fade away
I’m surrounded by smoke
Longing for you