Ever had one of those days? Days where you are one the go from the moment you open your eyes to the moment you close them? And yet....once you've finally sat down to rest and reflect you realize that you didn't actually do anything? Nothing really got accomplished? And yet you were so busy.... No? Just me? :p Okay then. Well, Jenica has felt that pain too, so here's her story.
Prompt: I've been busy all day why haven't I gotten anything done? Jenica plopped onto the chair in front of Jayson and put her head in her hands. Her head was beginning to ache as much as her feet were. "You alright?" Jayson asked. "I've been busy all day," Jenica groaned as she squinted up at him, "Why haven't I gotten anything done?" She had been running around all day, she hadn't had a moments rest, and yet, she didn't have anything to show for it. She had been running around and still hadn't managed to get anything done. Absolutely nothing had been accomplished. "Because," Jayson explained, "The busier you are, the less you get done. It's the laws of physics."
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I hope you are enjoying your Memorial Day, and that today you take the time to think about those who have given the ultimate sacrifice.
In a tribute to today, our prompt is a story about soldiers. Hope you enjoy. Prompt: A story about soldiers I took a steadying breath and closed my eyes. Around me, my comrades got ready, adjusting their packs, and getting their weapons. The air was thick with emotions. Fear, anger, excitement, they all flooded through the air around me, seeping into my skin, making me sick with the strength of them. There was no backing out. We had made it this far. But we wouldn’t make it any further. We were headed to our deaths adn we knew it. Sure, some believed that they were immortal, and that no harm could come to them. They believed they would be fine, and could survive the onslaught, but everyone else knew better. There was no getting out of this alive. Even the higher ups knew. We wouldn’t make it. We had been sent here to die. We had been sent here to be slaughtered. We were the sacrificial lambs, nothing more. With a pit in my stomach, I clutched at my pack. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I knew all too well what I would see. The fresh faces of the children the older leaders had sent to die. The hope and belief that they could make a difference. The dead bodies as one by one they fell like flies. The blood. The pain. The suffering. They were all waiting for assault my eyes as soon as I opened. So I postponed it for as long as possible. “Ready?” my commander called. There were murmurs of agreement. Not even the cockiest of the men dared shout. I took another deep breath and opened my eyes as I got to my feet. The sight was worse than I could have ever imagined. My comrades, my friends, my brothers-in-arms raced out of the boat and into the waiting water, only to be slaughtered, most before they even reached the water. The sky was black with smoke and arrows. The water ran red and black as blood poured out of the dead children. But the sight was nothing compared to the sounds. The pounding of guns, the shrieks as bullets and arrows hit their targets. Men, once so strong, once invincible, were reduced to crying for their mothers, screaming in pain, begging for help, for relief from their pain. I tried to block them out, to continue to race ahead, ignoring their pleas to end their suffering, ignoring the dead bodies that littered the ground beneath my feet. Instead I tried to pretend I had blinders on. I couldn’t see anything but the beach ahead of me. I couldn’t hear anything. I didn’t need to. I was alone. All I had to do was get up the beach. I had to make it to the tree line. That was it. That was the goal. Beside me, my best friend fell. This time I couldn’t ignore it. He had stuck by my side through it all. I wasn’t going to desert him now. Using my pack as a shield I knelt beside him. He was hit and losing a lot of blood. “Give this to Jenna,” he said, blood bubbling up in his mouth. With bloody hands, he reached into his pocket and handed me a note. I shook my head. I couldn’t take it. He could give it to Jenna himself. He was going to make it. He had to. “You promised,” he said. It was true. We had all made promises. Get our last words to our loved ones. That was the responsiblity of the survivors. I slipped the note in my pocket, and began to drag my friend up the beach. I wasn’t going to leave him there. I couldn’t. The mission was simple. Make it to the tree line. That was the goal. Amidst all the arrows and bullets, the blood, the screams, the pain, make it to the tree line. Through sheer perseverance, I dragged my friend across the beach toward the tree line. Bullets tore through me. I felt the heat, the pain, but continued on. I had to make it to the tree line. As I stepped into the trees, I collapsed on top of my friend’s dead body. We had done it. We had crossed the tree line. Mission accomplished. So one of my favorite romance tropes is one party realizing that they love the other person after a terrible accident or something bad happening/near death experience kind of thing, that and grew up together/best friends falling in love kind of thing. So I kind of combined the two in this one, and when added with today's prompt it all just fits.
Prompt: Write your favorite romance trope Prompt: I’ll love you till my very last breath The rain was coming down in droves by the time they got to the water. Visibility was next to zero. Aaron and Jayson searched the entire riverbank, searching for their lost team member. Jayson was the first to find her. As he saw her body bob up and down, Jayson dove into the icy water and pulled her body to the surface. He held her limp and broken body against his body as he began to drag her out of the water. “Careful,” Aaron urged as Jayson laid Jenica on the edge of the water. The rain and ice water plastered Jenica’s hair to her face, making it difficult to tell if it was Jenica or not. However, the water was helping wash away all the blood from her wounds, leaving Jenica’s body more muddy than bloody. Aaron placed two fingers at Jenica’s throat. Jayson pulled himself out of the water and held his breath as he watched Aaron check for a pulse. He was shaking from fear just as much as from the cold. “She has a pulse,” Aaron said with a breathy confirmation. His heart leapt in his chest, that was a good sign, “It’s faint, but it’s there.” “Hang in there Jenica,” Jayson grabbed hold of Jenica’s hand, “We’re going to help you. You’re going to be just fine.” Together, Aaron and Jayson made their slow and treacherous journey up the mountain and back to the cabin. They were going to have to wait until the storm cleared before taking Jenica to the hospital. They just hoped that she could last that long. Jayson held Jenica tight against him as they raced to the nearest hospital. The doctors tore her from his arms and rushed her away, leaving him to stare at the empty space. Aaron put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and shook his head sadly. “You can see her now,” the doctor said after what seemed like weeks of waiting. Jayson raced inside the hospital room and sat by Jenica’s bed. She was so very weak, and could barely breathe. “I’m going to kiss you,” Jayson said softly, thinking that she was asleep. “Kissing me breaks the rules, remember,” she said weakly. Jayson’s heart leapt at the sound. “I don’t care,” Jayson said. He didn’t care about breaking rules made by first graders. They were adults now, and she was dying. What did it matter if they broke a few rules? “But I do,” Jenica said, “I don’t want you to kiss me because I’m dying.” “I’m not,” Jayson said. Jenica shook away his protests, “I don’t want some deathbed confession of love and a kiss. It’s not real,” she gave him as much of a squeeze as she could, “And I want real. It’s okay,” she looked at his sad face, “Some loves just go unreciprocated, and that’s okay. We made a great team, great friends, and I don’t need any more. I’ll love you until my very last breath.” Jayson tried to say something, but Jenica began to gasp for breath, and slowly fade out of this life. “Don’t die on me,” Jayson said as Jenica’s heart monitor began to flatline, “Oh God please don’t die on me,” Jayson kissed her fingers, “Stay with me. Look at me. Look at me,” but it was too late, she was too far gone to see anything, “I’m right here. You’re going to be fine,” he brushed the hair out of her face, “Oh God, please don’t die on me.” The nurse came in. Jenica was gone. “No, you can’t die,” Jayson said, “It’s not possible. You can’t be gone. You can’t. I was never able to ask you out. I had it all planned out. I practiced it for hours in the mirror, trying to get the wording just right. Most of the time I would get so flustered even just thinking about asking you out that it would all just come out in a jumble, and I’d sound like an idiot, I know, but the thought of going out with you, of being with you, was...well it was the perfect dream,” Jayson’s voice cracked, “But that’s all it was. It was all a dream. You never knew that you were the girl that I went for, the girl I would choose,” tears streamed down his face, “I let you pass from this life not knowing how much I loved you.” He put his head down and sobbed into her bed. Prompt: Graduation
Prompt: “I shouldn’t fall in love with him! In fact, I can’t…” / “But you already did.” / “I tried not to…” Pomp and Circumstance played over the loud speakers. Jayson took a deep breath and sighed as he straightened his shoulders and walked up the stairs of the stage. Jenica would have loved to be here for this. She should have been there. Looking up at him with a smile on her face, encouraging him. He looked out into the sea of faces. She wasn’t there. He took his seat with a heavy heart. Diploma in hand, there seemed to be no reason to stay, and as soon as the sea of people got their diploma’s, Jayson made his way for the door. Aaron followed his brother out the door. “I shouldn’t have fallen in love with her,” Jayson said with tears in his eyes, looking at his brother for help. “But you already did,” Aaron said, wrapping his arms around his brother, wishing to give him some kind of comfort and wishing he could do something more to ease Jayson’s pain. “I tried not to…” Jayson said softly. Aaron nodded and simply held Jayson as he mourned Jenica’s death. Because I've been terrible when it comes to prompt writing this past week, you once again get to deal with a three in one.
Prompt: And the wait continues Prompt: “Can you see that too?” / “Yep.” / “Okay, good.” Prompt: “No matter what I do, it seems my past always catches up to me.” / ‘then you might as well save your breath and stop running from it.” “Can you see that too?” Andrew asked, his eyes widening. He didn’t know what answer he wanted, that it was all in his head, or that Alexis could see it too, and it was all too real. “Yep,” Alexis said with a nod of her head. “Okay,” Andrew took a deep breath, “Good.” He nodded his head and sounded far from thinking that it was a good thing. Alexis grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. They were getting closer. They held their breath as the drones passed by them, once again leaving them alone. And the wait continued. “No matter what I do,” Andrew sighed, “It seems my past always catches up to me.” It was his fault the drones were after them. His fault Alexis was in this mess. His fault for everything. He wondered what Alexis saw in him, why she stayed. “Then you might as well save your breath,” Alexis shrugged, “And stop running from it. Maybe it’s time to face it.” Andrew shuddered. Alexis had no idea what she was asking of him. I'm sorry it's been awhile it's just been a hectic few days and I just haven't found the time, but I'm back so here is today's prompt. Hope you enjoy.
Prompt: When I walk into a room full of people, I always look for you first. Her eyes searched the room as she walked into the gathering, scanning the sea of faces for the one that looked familiar. As she realized what she was doing, she mentally shook her head. He wouldn’t be there. Still, the habit of walking into a room and looking for him was a hard habit to break and one she wasn’t sure she ever would be able to. So it's a three prompt day. This week has been insane and has kind of gotten away from me. So, here is to make up for Tuesday, Wednesday, and today all rolled into one.
Prompt: Stay Away Prompt: An introvert and an extrovert get stuck on an elevator Prompt: “It’s raining again.” / “Great. I’ll just go outside so no one can tell that I’m crying.” “Stay away from me,” Jenica shook her head. She didn’t want to be anywhere near Jayson right now. She stepped back as he tried to step forward and hold her. She was pressed up against the elevator as far as she could, unable to get any further around. This was the longest elevator trip in the world. As soon as the door opened, Jenica bolted out of it and raced through the lobby. “Wait!” Jayson cried, “It’s raining again!” “Great,” Jenica cried back, briefly turning to look at him, “I’ll just go outside so no one can tell that I’m crying,” she said more to herself than to him as she raced outside. Prompt: “I’ll do anything.” / “Even kiss me?” / “Okay, not that….”
“Please?” Jenica asked, “I’ll do anything.” “Even kiss me?” Jayson asked with a smirk on his face. Jenica wanted nothing more than to say yes. She would be more than willing to kiss him to get her way, but she didn’t want their kiss to be a joke. “Okay,” Jenica rolled her eyes, “Not that… Prompt: Memories smear together like a painting left out in the rain.
They say that your memories flash before your eyes. They make it sound so simple. Like snapshots in time, Just highlighting it all In one perfect montage. But mine don’t work like that. There are no snapshots of time. No perfect montage of pictures. No highlights. No flashes of memories. My memories don’t flash, They smear. Mixing together. Creating a mess. Leaving me jumbled. Confused. Not knowing when or where These memories happened. Memories smear together Like a painting left out in the rain. Prompt: Your opinion is wrong.
Prompt: The king rose and raised a glass, tears of pride glistening in his eyes. / “To my precious daughter-.” / That was all he got out before he collapsed onto the banquet table with a loud crash. “You can’t do this,” Blake state, “You can’t. It’s wrong.” “Well,” Katrina said flippantly, “Your opinion is wrong,” she stormed off without another word. She would do what she wanted, how she wanted, regardless of what Blake thought. That night, the king rose and raised a glass. There were tears of pride glistening in his eyes. “To my precious daughter-“ he started to say. It was all he managed to get out before he collapsed onto the banquet table with a loud crash. “I can’t believe you did it,” Blake hissed, leaning over in his chair to make sure no one else could hear this conversation. Katrina simply smiled innocently with a shrug as if it was unimportant |
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