I don't know about you, but being told that it's going to be ok can really be more annoying than helpful. Knowing that it's going to be ok at some point in the future doesn't make the pain any less painful now, it doesn't mean that it's going to stop the hurt, and at that moment, I don't care about the future, all that matters is the here and now. So here is some things to say to someone when they tell you that it is going to be ok.
Prompt: Tell me I’m going to die. Tell me the sun is going to explode. Tell me the world is ending and there’s nothing I can do about it, because if I hear it’s going to be okay one more time I will scream. Everyone always says that it’s going to be okay. It’s our gut reaction. It’s like if we say it’s going ot be ok, then somehow, miraculously it will be fine and life will get back to normal happiness. Yet here I am, suffocating, I can’t cope. I can’t deal with any of this. It’s too much for me. With every step I take I just get pushed further and further under. I’m exhausted. I’ve been fighting the current for too long without anything to hold onto to give me a momentary rest to at least allow me to regain some breath that was stolen from me. My world is crumbling around me and I don’t know how to fix it. Your stupid little feel good comment are doing nothing for me. I don’t want to be comforted with your lies. Being told that it’s going to be okay actually makes things worse. I don’t want to be told that things are going to be okay. I want you to agree with me that life sucks. I want you to tell me I’m going to die. Tell me the sun is going to explode. Tell me the world is ending and there’s nothing I can do about it, because if I hear it’s going to be okay one more time I will scream.
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Prompt” “I’m just like a dolphin. Cute, but also a huge jerk.
“You just never let it go do you?” Felicia asked, staring daggers at Aiden. “Never,” Aiden smiled, “People say that I’m just like a dolphin. Cute, but also a huge jerk.” “I believe the huge jerk part, but if someone says you’re cute then they needed to get their eyes checked.” “Oh, I am cute,” Aiden smiled his cutest smile, the smile that had won him plenty of women in his time. It didn’t even phase Felicia, who simply shrugged it off as if it meant less than nothing, causing Aiden’s brow to furrow in confusion. That had never happened to him before. He must be losing his touch. Felicia's been on quite the kick lately :). Enjoy some more of her story.
Prompt: “I don’t give a damn.” / “You give so many damns they’re visible from space.” “We’re heading home,” Aiden said, coming into the stables where Felicia was brushing her horse Cocoa. “I don’t’ give a damn,” Felicia said with a shrug. Aiden crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyebrow quirking upwards and an implied eye roll gleaming in his face. “You give so many damns that they’re visible from space.” A curious look crossed over Felicia’s face and she stopped her brushing. “I couldn’t care less. You three can just go ahead and do whatever you want. It doesn’t’ bother me one way or another.” “Oh, I see,” Aiden smirked, “You’re lying to even yourself.” “I told you,” Felicia said, turning back to Cocoa and brushing with even more vigor, “I don’t give a damn, not a single one about what you guys do.” That was at least she didn’t want to give a damn. She didn’t’ want to care, but she couldn’t help it. Carrie’s sweetness had won her over and her love for Hunter had won Felicia’s good graces and Allen, well, Allen was Allen, he was just a friend and even Aiden, with all his infuriating quirks had wormed their way into her life. She cared what they did, even though she tried to convince herself and everyone else that she couldn’t care less. This is today's prompt. This needs to be read after you read the previous prompt, cause this happens right after it, in fact, it's kind of the same scene, split up into two. I hope you like it.
Prompt: “So, err. I noticed you’re kinda naked. Is that intentional, or…?” “Oh,” Jessie said as she walked into the room, “Felicia, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” “Uh, yeah,” Felicia coughed, “Well, I just had um, something to um,” she glanced over at Allen. “You needed his shirt?” Jessie teased. “No,” Felicia said, looking at him, and finally seeming to realize that he didn’t have a shirt on and going bright red. Jessie smiled her knowing smile and gave a nod. She’d let it go, things were still too new, she didn’t want to mess anything up. “Well, I just came to tell you guys that Hunter’s back and there is some news. So, when you’re ready, we’ll be in Mara’s chambers.” “Thank you,” Allen said, finally speaking. Jessie nodded and eyed the two of them, trying to figure out what exactly was going on and what had happened before she had walked in. “So err,” Felicia coughed, “I noticed you’re kinda naked,” she eyed his bare chest, “Is that intentional or…?” “Um, no,” Allen glanced at his shirt on the floor, “I um, I was just putting on a shirt when you came barging in and I got distracted.” Felicia nodded. She couldn’t seem to look him in the eye, but staring at his chest didn’t’ seem right either. She glanced around awkwardly, not knowing where to lay her eyes. Allen grabbed the shirt and managed to finally get it on, alleviating some of the awkwardness. I'm sorry I didn't post yesterday. I wrote it and everything, and I could have sworn I posted it, but when I got on I noticed it wasn't done. Kind of like when you swear you've done your homework, you remember doing it and putting it in your backpack, and then the next day at school you realize that it didn't get done. It was like that. I am so sorry. So here is what was supposed to be yesterday's prompt.
Prompt: “How have you not killed him yet?” / “He pays me to. Weekly.” Allen was just about to throw on a shirt after his shower when his door flew open and Felicia stormed inside, fuming. Allen could just imagine what Aiden had done now to cause Felicia’s wrath. “That boy is infuriating,” Felicia said as she paced the length of his room. “What has he done this time?” “He dared to say I couldn’t handle something because I’m a woman,” she turned toward him, the suddenness of the movement caused him to drop his shirt that he had been trying to get on, “Listen here, just because I’m a girl, doesn’t mean that I can’t fight with the best of them. I can do anything a man can do sometimes even better.” Allen nodded. “Man,” she wrung her hands, “How have you not killed him yet?” “He pays me to,” Allen smiled, “Weekly.” Felicia gave him a smile of a person who doesn’t want to smile, but can’t fight that smirk that appears. “You can’t let him get under your skin like this,” Allen grabbed Felicia’s hand, forcing her to keep them still, using one hand to brush a stray behind her ear. They looked at each other and began to lean in when the door opened, causing them to break away from each other. Prompt: “Are you…crying?”/ “No! I’m just having an allergic reaction to that commercial with Jennifer Garner and her dad.”
Alysha stared at the TV screen, an almost empty bowl of popcorn sat on her lap, a box of tissues sitting next to her. Sniffling, she pulled out a tissue. She reached for a piece of popcorn and nibbled on it. She didn’t even notice when Charles walked in. He paused for a moment, staring at his wife curiously, as if this was the first time he had ever seen her and had two heads. “Are you…” Charles started, the wheels in his brain turning madly searching for the right word to describe what she was doing, “Crying?” he finally picked the word, but seeming uncertain if that was really the word he was looking for. “Now!” Alysha said quickly, taking a swipe at her face to try to erase any evidence of the tears she had been shedding, “I’m just having an allergic reaction to that commercial with Jennifer Garner and her dad,” she gestured to the TV, where the commercial was still playing. Charles raised his eyebrows, not believing a word she was saying. Still, his face held concern. Alysha hadn’t shed a tear since he had known her, at least not that he’d seen. Even when he had lsot Hannah or when thye thought they had lost Ryan, and yet here she was, bawling her eyes out over a TV commercial that she had probably seen a million times before. “What’s going on?” Charles slipped onto the couch and placed his arm around Alysha’s shoulder. “It’s this stupid pregnancy. It’s making my emotions go crazy. One minute I’m perfectly sane and the next I’m a blubbering mess because I didn’t get the right kind of candy bar. It’s driving me crazy.” Alysha collapsed into tears once again. Charles pulled her close to him, letting her tears soak through his shirt. Prompt: “I don’t sleep, my mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented.”/ “You are afraid of your dreams?”/ “Yes,” he said quietly.
Carrie jerked awake, she didn’t exactly know what had awoken her, but it left her unable to go back to sleep. She looked around at the sleeping forms around her, however, her counting came up short. She was missing someone. After a few more glances around the spotted a lone figure sitting at the edge of the campsite. Quietly she slipped out of her blankets and padded up to him. She hadn’t thought she had made a lot of noise, but in a flash Hunter was on his feet, his knife unsheathed and ready to fight. “Relax,” Carrie breathed, “It’s just me.” Hunter lowered the weapon. “You know,” Carrie said softly, walking up to him and placing her hand softly on his upper arm, “I haven’t ever seen you sleep. You’re always taking the first watch and you’re always the one to get us all up and going.” Hunter shrugged and squatted down to go back to what he was doing before Carrie interrupted him. “What’s all of this about?” Carrie asked, squatting down to his level. “I don’t sleep,” Hunter said simply. “Why not?” Carrie asked, “Sleep is important. A person needs their sleep.” “My mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented.” “You are afraid of your dreams?” Carrie asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. She couldn’t make sense that a man like Hunter would be scared of anything, especially not of something like dreams. “Yes,” Hunter confirmed quietly more talking to himself than to Carrie. “You know,” Carrie said, adjusting herself into a more comfortable position, “I used to have nightmares all the time, but my mom had this trick that never failed me.” Hunter looked over at Carrie, questioning what she was talking about without uttering a single word. “She would run her fingers through my hair and sing me songs until I drifted off to sleep, it made me feel safe and secure enough to actually get a decent night’s rest.” “I’m hardly a child any more, I doubt getting lullabies sung to me is going to do much good.” “You never know unless you try it,” Carrie said defiantly. “I think I can take care of myself, thanks anyway though.” “Are you always this stubborn?” “Oh, so because I’m not going to be treated like a child, I’m stubborn?” “No, you’re stubborn because you refuse to even try it to see if it’ll actually work or not.” Hunter got to his feet and walked off without another word. It gave Carrie a sense of pleasure in causing unflusterable Hunter to get flustered and walk off. It made her feel oddly accomplished like she could do anything. You are strong enough to save yourself. You can handle anything that comes your way. You don't need anyone to save you. You can be your own hero.
Prompt: She wasn’t looking for a knight. She was looking for a sword. She wasn’t a damsel in distress. She didn’t need a knight in shining armor. She was strong. She was powerful. She may be in danger, But she wasn’t looking for a knight. To come and save her. She didn’t need anyone To come and save her. She was looking for a sword So that she could save herself. She’d be on her own hero 'She was looking for a hero, so she became one.' That is one of my favorite quotes. You can be your own hero, don't let anyone tell you differently. Felicia studiously go the bow and arrow ready for Allen, making sure that everything was perfect for Allen to take over. Allen stared dumfounded at the weapon in Felicia’s hands. He wasn’t sure if he could do this. He could barely make it out of a fist fight with a six year old alive. There was no way he’d be able to manage a bow and arrow. He wasn’t a fighter.
“Here you go,” Felicia said, obviously satisfied that if the arrow missed it’s mark it would be through no fault of the weapon, but through the incompetent hands of the user. Allen cringed, wishing that Felicia hadn’t been so thorough in her examination of the pieces as she took it from her hand. “Alright, now hold it like this,” Felicia said, picking up another bow and showing him the proper way to hold it. He followed her example. He did everything the way that she did it, then with bated breath, he released the arrow. It flew, straight, straight, right past the target and into the field beyond it. “That’s not bad,” Felicia assured him, “We may just make an archer out of you yet.” “I hope so,” Allen said, “Otherwise I’m worse than useless to you all.” “We just need to find your niche is all. Fighting isn’t for everybody. Take Carl for instance, he’s great with horses and living off the land, but try and get a weapon in his hands and he freezes, he can’t wield a weapon to save his life, but he’s still useful and he still helps us out in different ways. We’ll work it out. Don’t worry,” Felicia gave Allen a pat on the back and they continued their archery lesson. |
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