Prompt: It’s been so long. I’m probably not interested in him anymore.” / “I’ve seen his Instagram, you’re definitely still interested.”
“I can’t believe Jaycob and Laura are going out,” Anna said dreamily. Gemma glanced uncertainly over at Jenica. “It’s okay,” Jenica said, noticing the uncertain and uncomfortable glances, “You don’t have to pretend or try to keep me in the dark. I know he’s dating. Why wouldn’t he?” Anna and Gemma looked at each other breathing slightly easier, but not much. “Anyway, it’s been so long. I’m probably not interested in him anymore,” Jenica continued talking, almost more to herself than the two girls, as if she was trying to convince herself of her lack of feelings for Jaycob. “I’ve seen his Instagram,” Gemma said, “You’re definitely still interested.” “Fine,” Jenica conceded, “Maybe I am, but so what? It doesn’t matter, he obviously doesn’t feelt eh same way. It’s just a harmless childhood crush. I’ll get over it eventually and I’m glad he’s with Laura. They are really cute together and they are just the perfect couple.” “Someday you’ll find someone,” Gemma assured. “We always get told that, but you know? In this case, it’s not true. I’m not the kind of girl guys go for. I’m the friend, I’m the little sister, the match maker, NOT the girl,” Jenica put her hand up to ward off their comments, “It’s okay. I’ve accepted this and I’m okay with it.” It was what it was and there was no use in trying to fight it.
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Take a look into Hunter's past :). He was such a cute little boy. Man I love Hunter....shh, don't tell the others :p.
Prompt: “No, I’m not buying you a knife for your birthday.” / “But it pretty!” / “No!” The room had lost all light as Mara came to stand in the doorway. Her eyes were drawn to the hunched figure sitting next to the bed. He didn’t seem to by crying, but Mara knew his heart was breaking. Her mind began to drift to her memories of a younger boy. She had been standing in the doorway at that time as well. She had been watching the two children play, and had drifted off to Cara. She was a terrific mother. She had seamlessly took Hunter into her life six months ago and he was thriving. “Maia,” Felicia glanced up and saw Mara standing there watching them play. “Felicia,” Mara smiled. “Maia,” Hunter walked over to Mara, “You buy?” he showed her a picture of a knife. “No, I’m not buying you a knife for your birthday!” Mara exclaimed, glancing over at Cara with questions in her eyes. Cara simply shook her head and rolled her eyes. “But it pretty,” Hunter pulled out his big puppy dog eyes and pouty face that only a child can pull off. “No!” Mara said gently, but forcefully as she glanced away. It was hard to deny Hunter anything, no matter how insane, and the face just added to the difficulty. Mara shook away the memory. Her heart was aching. Hunter had never been a normal child. He’d had to grow up too soon; seen too much pain, too much death and suffering. She wished she could take him back to that innocence before the loss of his family had pushed him onto his new path. Prompt: Isn’t it scary to be ready to die at such a young age?
“How long have you been a solider?” Carrie asked Hunter. The two boys were fast asleep, and Aiden was snoring lightly. Carrie, however, couldn’t fall asleep. Hunter rearranged the ire with a stick and stared at Carrie, as if he wasn’t quite sure he knew what she was talking about, or at the very least, as if he was trying to decide whether he wanted to talk to anyone about it. Carrie stared back, wavering in her conviction in trying to get to know the man who was helping them. “I started training myself when I was four. I’d go down and watch the trainings and copy what they did. Mara got official lessons for me when I was eight.” “And you’ve been at it ever since?” Hunter didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. “Isn’t it scary to be ready to die at such a young age?” Carrie asked to break the silence. “Everybody dies at some point.” “But it’s different, don’t you think?” “Not really,” Hunter shrugged, “It is what it is. It’s not any different. No one knows when they are going to die,” Hunter lost interest in adjusting the fire and extinguished it completely. Carrie took that as her cue to head to bed. Prompt: Every time I think of my son, I have a tinge of resentment.
It all happened so fast. I didn’t think anything could come of it, after all, even though it seemed like an eternity at the time, it was really less than a minute. There were no scare or bruises. No outward sign of what had happened and because I had been to a party beforehand, no one believed me when I tried to tell them what had happened. When it was found out that I was pregnant, they forced us into a marriage so we could raise the child together. That terrible night was the beginning of the lost ability to choose. He took my choice when he refused to listen to my ‘No.’ It was then further taken from me when they forced me into marriage, into raising my child with that man. I was no longer allowed freedom to choose. I lived without a choice until my rapist husband died and my son left the house, not once looking back. Every time I think of my son I have twinge of resentment over my life being stolen from me. I vowed I wouldn’t let what happened to me happen to anyone else, not if I could help it. October is Domestic Violence Awareness month. I just want everyone who is dealing with Domestic Violence or Sexual Assault, that you are not alone. There are people out there who want to help you. You are a strong, and amazing person. No matter where you are on your journey, you are loved, and you are doing a great job. Don't let anyone tell you how you should cope, or how you should be doing. You have dealt with extremely difficult things, and you aren't a victim, you are a survivor. Here you go! Enjoy Tuesday's prompt :)
Prompt: “You’re going to have to tell people you’re leaving eventually.” / “Shall I shout it from the rooftops, or send a mass email?” “What did your boss say when you turned in your notice?” Lance asked, taking a bite of his pizza as he took a break from helping Gemma pack so that she could move in a little over a month. “I didn’t exactly tell her.” “What do you mean you didn’t tell her?” “I mean I haven’t really told anyone that I was leaving.” “You’re going to have to tell people you’re leaving eventually.” “Shall I shout it from the rooftops, or send a mass email?” “Very funny,” he tossed a nearby pillow at her. “I know,” Skye smiled as she caught it, “I know,” she went serious, “ I know I have to tell people eventually. I’m just not ready for that yet. I mean, this new job is great, and a great improvement and I want it, but this place has been my home for three and a half years. It’s been my life. It’s going to be hard to say good bye.” Lance made his way through the chaos that they had created with their packing and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She let her head rest on his shoulder, letting his embrace wipe away her fears and tensions as he let her fall apart. This scene comes right after the first scene I did today. :). Hope you enjoy it.
Prompt: “I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life.” / “You are the WORST at this comfort thing.” Agent Michaelson sat down on the edge of the swing. Susan wiped her eyes and glanced over at him curiously. “Can I help you?” Susan sniffed. “Um, well not exactly. I, well,” Agent Michaelson tried to say, “I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life.” “You are the WORST at this comfort thing,” Ryan piped up, overhearing their conversation because she had been eavesdropping. Susan glanced at Agent Michaelson with even more curiosity than before. Agent Michaelson looked more than a little embarrassed and uncomfortable with the situation that he found himself in. “That was meant to be comforting?” Susan asked, a smile sending the tears backwards momentarily. “Ya, well, I just, ya. I figured you could use something.” “Thank you,” Susan smiled, “I appreciated it.” “Well, if you need time off or anything just let me know. We’ll work something out,” Agent Michaelson got quickly to his feet and rushed back to where Skye had witnessed the entire thing. “That was a train wreck.” “I would say that,” Skye said with a sly smile. “What do you mean? She probably thinks I’m retarded and wonders how I ever got to be in charge and it did nothing to bring her comfort.” “I wouldn’t say that,” Skye tilted her head in Susan’s direction, “Look, she’s not crying anymore.” Skye was right. It may have been unconventional, but it had worked. Since I didn't post yesterday like I was supposed to. I'm going to post two prompts today to make up for it. Hope that makes up for it :)
Prompt: “She’s crying, what do I do?” / “Go comfort her.”/ “How do I do that? / “Start with hugs.”/ “With what?” Susan walked silently out onto the porch and sat down on the swing. She used the tip of her toe to push it back and forth gently. She allowed her tears to fall without bothering to wipe them away. “She’s crying, what do I do?” Agent Michaelson asked, glancing over at Skye. “Go comfort her,” Skye urged. “How do I do that?” “Start with hugs,” Skye shrugged. “With what?” he made it sound like Skye had just asked him to cut her open and literally sew up her broken heart. “Oh come on,” Skye nearly rolled her eyes, “You know what a hug is.” “I was hoping you had misspoke. I don’t hug.” “You do too,” Skye assured him, “Especially if you want to woo Susan.” “Woo? Seriously, when did we go back in time to when wooing was still a thing?” “Every girl wants someone who’ll be there to comfort her when she’s hurting, and the best way to do that is usually just to hold her.” “How does that help with anything? It doesn’t fix the problem.” “We don’t always need it fixed. Sometimes we just need the warmth of someone holding us tightly as we fall apart. It makes us feel loved and safe, and sometimes we just need to feel that while we fall apart. Now go hold her,” Skye turned Agent Michaelson to look at Susan, and gave him a slight push in the right direction, “You know you want to.” Agent Michaelson glanced back at Skye and with her encouragement he took a deep breath and moved toward Susan. Prompt: “This isn’t good.”/ “How can you tell?” / “See how they’re slowly surrounding us? And they all have guns and knives and I think that one guy has a machete.”
Hunter slowly looked around him, assessing the situation. “This isn’t good,” Hunter breathed, he was slowly reaching for his weapon, but he didn’t feel like it would be worth very much. “How can you tell?” Aiden whispered back. “Well, you see how they’re slowly surrounding us? And they all have guns and knives and I think that one guy has a machete.” “You don’t have to be all sarcastic about it,” Aiden rolled his eyes. “Says the king of sarcasm,” Hunter sassed back. “Guys!” Allen said, “I don’t mean to sound pushy or anything, but we have an army surrounding us, maybe we should fight less with each other and more with them,” he pointed at the surrounding army. “He’s right,” Hunter said. They grabbed their weapons and got ready to fight, even though it was a hopeless cause. Prompt: What if you were about to wed and a bridesmaid stepped out of line to object?
This was it. This was the moment I have been waiting my whole life for. I looked at the man that I was going to marry. He was the love of my life. He was my rock. My anchor. He was my everything. Everything was finally falling into place. He took my hands in his large, soft, warm ones. He smiled at me with the smile that simply made me melt inside. I couldn’t believe that I was actually here; that this was actually happening. I never imagined I would find someone like him, let alone have him ask me to marry him. It was unbelievable. “Does anyone have any reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony?” the bishop said. I didn’t even bother to look around. I was too preoccupied with my fiancé’s face, and anyway, I didn’t believe that anyone would have anything to say, so I had no reason to look around. However, I couldn’t have been more wrong. “I do,” a voice from behind me popped up. A hush fell upon the group as we all glanced over at my bridesmaid that had decided to pipe up. “I do. They can’t marry each other,” my bridesmaid continued on, staring at my fiancé, without blinking. “What are you talking about?” my fiancé asked, staring shocked at my bridesmaid. I’m glad he was able to talk, cause all my words had flown out of my mind and I could only stand there like a dummy as the scene played out before me. “I love you. I have loved you from the moment I met you. I have been trying to fight it for so long. I didn’t want to step in the way of you and her, but after Wednesday, I can’t, I just can’t hide it anymore. I can’t let you go through with this without telling you how much I love you.” Not only was the group silent, but they were absolutely still as well. Nothing dared to move, to even to breathe and disturb the scene. “What?” my fiancé asked, confusion falling on his face. “I,” the bridesmaid stammered, looking around as if she suddenly realized what she was doing. “Why don’t we go do this in private?” my fiancé asked, tugging her out of line and down the aisle. I wasn’t going to allow my fiancé and bridesmaid to just go off on their own, I quickly followed them to the back where they were talking. “We clicked. We had a moment. I know we did,” my bridesmaid was saying by the time I got there. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I led you on, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry, but you are a great friend to Joanna, and I love you for that, but I’m not in love with you,” my fiancé was trying to explain to my bridesmaid. “No, no!” she shook head. “I’m sorry. But I love Joanna. I am in love with Joanna. She is my world.” My bridesmaid ran away, leaving the ceremony without a backwards glance. “Joanna?” my fiancé said in confusion as he turned around and saw me. “Jefferson,” I said, walking up to him, and putting my arms around him. He did the same and kissed the top of my head. “Shall we go get married?” I nodded my head, and he walked me back down the aisle. So this week's post.....
Prompt: “Ok seriously WHAT are you supposed to do when people sing the Happy Birthday song at you?” / “Well first of all, they’re singing it TO you and second – well….” / “Exactly.” Lance walked into his dark apartment, wanting nothing more than to fall into his bed and sleep for a million years. His birthday always seemed to tire him out worse than any other day of the year. “Surprise!” a group of people shouted, jumping up as soon as he turned on the light. His eyes widened as he stared at the group that had now begun to sing Happy Birthday at him. “Thanks,” he said, his eyes still wide, when they had finished the song. They all cheered and shouted and began to turn their attention to the cake. Lance found his escape, and immediately took it, but Gemma had anticipated it and followed him into the kitchen. “What was that?” Gemma imitated Lance’s look through the entire Happy Birthday song, she asked as he pulled out another birthday cake. “Okay seriously WHAT are you supposed to do when people sing the Happy Birthday song at you?” “Well first of all, they’re singing it TO you and second,” Gemma thought, “Well….” “Exactly.” “Okay, I’m sorry,” Gemma sounded truly repentant. “It’s okay. It was a sweet thought.” “Well happy birthday anyway.” Lance took her into a hug as he accepted her apology and taking his birthday hug at the same time. |
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