Prompt: I like to walk down memory lane. Because then I get to bump into you.
Prompt: "So, remember earlier when I called you about that guy who seemed like he could be a spy or something, and you told me if he approached me and said something cryptic, I should respond with something just as cryptic?" / "Yes...?" / "Let's just say it wasn't the best advice, and I'm not exactly sure what country I'm in right now." Prompt: Write a myth to explain why the moon changes shape
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Prompt: I was a child
Anger fills my soul Hatred rages inside of me. I hate you, But not really. I'm not mad at you, You had every right To be happy To enjoy your life. I'm mad because I wasn't. While you were enjoying life I was struggling to survive, Barely living. I'm mad Because I was a child, And it wasn't fair. I was a child. I was a child, I shouldn't have been Carrying the weight Of the world. I was a child, Dealing with way more Than I could handle, Way more than I should have. My anger fills my soul, But more so I realize It's not anger, Her name is grief. Grief for the lost innocence, Grief for the girl, Who was ready to take on the world, The girl with a plan. The girl who embraced life, Who had dreams, Who didn't hear the screams Of the broken hearted. I was a child. I shouldn't have had To deal with it all. I was a child. Prompt: A 17 year old girl is suddenly taken to a magical world. There, she manages to slay a dragon, become a queen, get married, have kids, and eventually pass away decades later....only to wake up in her high school, young and in her uniform again, as if nothing happened, that is, until she notices that her wedding ring is still on her finger.
I was only 17 years old when my world turned upside down and I wouldn't blame you for not believing me. I don't even believe me, and I lived it. When I was 17 years old, I found myself sucked into a magical world. I rocked that world. It was so much better than the real world. I mean, in the real world we're stuck in school or work, just going through the motions of surviving, in this magical world, I got to live the fantasy I dreamed of. I got to slay a dragon and by doing so, the villagers made me their queen. I fell in love. I got married. Had kids. I had adventures I could only dream of here. Eventually, like all things do, I passed away. But don't feel bad for me. I died peacefully. Of old age. In my sleep. Honestly? It was a pretty great life. I had no regrets. So there is no need for you to feel sorry for me. So, I live this entire life, right? Having epic adventures. It's great. Until I die. But see, the thing is, I don't actually die. I think I do. I die in the magical world....I think.....but when I 'wake up' after this life of adventure, I find myself once again 17 years old, sitting in my classroom, wearing my school uniform, listening to the teacher drone on and on about something, I'm not really sure what, I've learned to drown him out. But it was like I had never even left, like nothing had ever happened. I couldn't believe it. I had lived an entire lifetime, but if you could see me there, you wouldn't believe it. Now you could say that I was only daydreaming, trying to escape the tediousness of the real world. I thought that too, at first. That it was all just some super realistic daydream. And I probably would have gone on thinking that, except for the ring on my hand. Again, you might be thinking, oh you just don't remember wearing a ring that day. But in my real world, I never wear rings and especially not wedding rings. I kept staring at my hand. At my ring. Something must have gone terribly wrong. I knew, without a doubt, that I needed to find my husband, that I needed to get back to the magical world. I didn't know how, but I was going to save the world....again. I hope you all enjoyed your holidays, time off, and are looking forward to the new year. What are your goals for the new year?
Prompt: Ghosts? Sure. I know all about ghosts. Ghosts? You don't think I know about ghosts? You think I'm clueless? Little do you know. You want to talk ghosts? Sure. Let's talk ghosts. I know all about ghosts. I know more about ghosts, Than you can even realize. They haunt my dreams. They are everywhere I look. Ghosts? You think you can scare me With ghosts? Oh honey. You're going to Have to try A lot harder than that. Ghosts don't scare me. I live with ghosts. I live with monsters. I live with nightmares In my head. You can't scare me. Not with ghosts. You're going to have to try Much harder. Ghosts, Sure. I know far too much About ghosts. Prompt: You will never force me to do it.
Kaida stared Miromir down, her eyes narrowing as she did so. Miromir could do a lot of things, but she wasn't going to allow him to do this. "You will never force me to do this," Kaida said. She wasn't going to allow Miromir to force her to do anything else ever again. He had already taken enough from her. She wasn't going to allow him to take any more. "Oh," Miromir laughed, "Just you wait." Prompt: The world's not safe anymore
I used to feel safe in my world, It used to protect me. There was nothing to fear. I was ensconced in a safety net. Suddenly, All that changed. The world that used to protect me, No longer did. Fear was everywhere, The safety net disappeared, And there was nothing left To save me. My world grew dark And scary, Leaving me shaking And realizing, The world's not safe anymore. Prompt: What a happy day! Too bad I have to ruin it.
"What a happy day!" Ksenia smiled at Kaida's glowing face. Kaida looked so happy. So sweet and innocent. Ksenia hated the fact that she was going to have to ruin this moment. "I'm sorry I have to ruin it," Ksenia said sadly. "What do you mean?" Kaida asked. Kaida's face immediately fell. "What's wrong?" "Jareth was killed," Ksenia said gently. Kaida seemed to take the news very well. She simply shrugged her shoulders and shook her head with a smile. "Why aren't you freaking out?" Lochlan asked. He couldn't believe that Kaida was simply sitting there, so calm, petting Teacup as if she didn't have a care in the world, and didn't care that Jareth had just died. If Alora had been the one to die, he would have curled up and died along side her. Alora had nearly done that when Jaromir had died. That was a normal reaction. What Kaida was doing was absolutely crazy and made no sense. "This isn't the first time he's died," Kaida said. She lifted Teacup in the air and talked in baby talk. "No it's not. No, huh? You remember the last time he died huh? He didn't die then either." She put Teacup back in her lap and looked at the others. "And I doubt it will be the last." "What?" Aesira asked. "There were some in this world who were made to survive the impossible," Kaida explained. She knew that Jareth was one of those people. He was made to survive. He could and did survive anything. Kaida had absolutely no doubt that he would survive. He had survived before. "I SAW him die," Ksenia said. While they had to let her down gently, Kaida still couldn't be allowed to deal with her denial. She had to face the music. And while she didn't want Kaida to meltdown because of it, it wasn't healthy to ignore it either. "Looks can be deceiving," Kaida continued to shrug. Prompt: There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel.
Darkness consumes me Everywhere I look There's nothing but black, Overwhelming my senses As I spiral down, down, down, Further and further. Going through a dark tunnel, Wandering through the darkness. Nowhere to go, Nothing to see. Nothing but darkness Pulling me under. As I wander through the darkness, There comes a time Where you no longer care If there's a light At the end of the tunnel. You're just sick of the tunnel. Prompt: Accidental Time Travel
Susan looked at Aaron. "I'm sorry," she laughed, "Did I accidentally travel back in time?" Aaron didn't say a word, he just continued to stare at Aaron. "Hey," Susan said. Her voice got serious and she moved over to Aaron and put her hand on his. "What's going on? What's wrong?" Prompt: Would you come with me?
Garron looked over at Naraina. "Now that Ksenia is on our side, and you no longer have to take care of her," Garron said, "Would you come with me?" Naraina looked over at Garron. She had been expecting something like this. But no matter how much she thought about it, no matter how she tried to decide what she should do about this situation, she couldn't come up with some kind of answer. She had absolutely no idea how to talk to him, to tell him what she really wanted. "No," Naraina sighed, "I can't." She hated to break his heart, but the two of them wanted different things, and she couldn't do that to him. Prompt: Are you hearing voices again? Larissa was curled up on the floor, holding up the wall as she put her head in her hands, blocking off her ears as she rocked back and forth. Tears were streaming down her face. "Are you hearing voices again?" Lance asked. He walked over to her side and sat down beside her. Larissa shook her head. No. She wasn't hearing voices AGAIN. Again meant that they had stopped at some point. It meant that there had been a time when she didn't hear them. No, she wasn't hearing them AGAIN, she was hearing them still. Still, because they never really left. Still, because there were always voices in her head. They were always there. Some days the voices were louder than other days, and today just happened to be a loud day. Prompt: Are you sure you're okay? That cough sounds horrible. "Are you sure you're okay?" Aaron asked. He looked over at Susan. Her hacking cough was concerning. Her cough had been gradually getting worse with each passing day and he wished there was something he could do to fix it and make it all better. "Yeah, I'm fine," Susan said, finishing yet another coughing fit. "Are you sure? Cause that cough sounds horrible. Is there something I can do for you? Something I can do to help?" "No," Susan shook her head. She loved that he cared about her and cared about her coughing, but honestly, there was nothing that could be done. It was a cough, and like all coughs, it liked to stick around. Prompt: It's all a nightmare and you can't wake up The voices are there. Quiet at first. Nothing more than a mere whisper, a buzzing in my ear, sounding like bees buzzing around with no real words making their way into my ears and into my brain. The voices grow louder, but no words still make sense. It's all buzzing. Buzzing. It's getting loud. It's overwhelming. The buzzing is overwhelming my senses. It seems to take on a physical form and it is suffocating me. I can't breathe. They have my heart in a vice along with my lungs. I'm trembling, but it's not from the cold. I can't get myself to stop. My limbs are jerking uncontrollably. Tears slip down my face, quietly. I have no energy to make a big fuss. I look around at the darkness, and there they are. Those eyes. The eyes that I knew were going to be there were there; staring at me. Glaring at me. Those eyes that never truly disappear. They are always there. Always judging. Always blaming. The guilt washes over me, pulling me under. I see those eyes, and suddenly, the eyes begin to scream. That horrible scream. A scream that sounded like a soul being torn from a body and shredded into pieces. A scream that can't be unheard. A scream that echoes around and around in my head. The screams eat me alive, sending me back into the darkness. Sending me spiraling through the darkness as eyes watch me and the voices yell, and the scream, forever the scream. It's a nightmare. A nightmare that I can't wake up from. |
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