unsullied by adult cares
journeying into a
This post is for Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
unsullied by adult cares
journeying into a
This post is for Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
His life had been mapped out from the minute he’d been born. His parents had never listened when he’d expressed his preferences; they’d claimed to know what he needed in order to be successful. But he didn’t have to listen to them any more – his life was his own, and no one else’s.
The internet connection in the village is being temperamental again at the moment, so I’m not sure how many blogs I’ll be able to visit or comments I’ll be able to respond to over the next few days. There have been BT engineers out checking over things pretty much constantly since Thursday, but things don’t seem to have improved yet. Any connection we get seems to gone again a minute later. It’s very frustrating. I’ve scheduled this post while on my lunch break at work. It’s a little hurried, so I hope it’s okay.
Light and Dark
Tammy hummed a tune as she walked, contentment a pleasing weight on her shoulders. Home’s warmth drew her onwards.
Until light shattered the darkness.
She stumbled back, shielding watering eyes. Her throat tightened with sorrow. She’d known the summons would arrive someday – but, so soon? How could she leave everything behind? She wasn’t ready…
But she had to be ready. This was no request, and there was no choice to be made.
With tears running down her cheeks, she stepped into the light.
Marcus skulked along the darkened street, dragging his feet as he made his way home. He was in no hurry to arrive. After all, ‘home’, now, was simply an apartment stuffed full of rancid memories and bitter emotions, empty of any joy.
He was tired of living such a meaningless life.
His days were spent watching the world go by, simply waiting for his summons. Misery had been his only companion for too long.
When the gateway finally flared into existence before him, he smiled.
And stepped into the light.
Word Count: 175
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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. I know, it’s very late! This week’s (very nearly last week’s) prompt was provided by Maria @ Doodles and Scribbles. Thank you, Maria!
This piece actually began life as two separate stories that I tried to write for this prompt. I couldn’t really get anything to work. After leaving them for a few days (work and Christmas tasks keep conspiring to keep me away from my blog) I realised that, with a few changes to each, the two actually fit together quite well.
I’ll leave it up to you to decide what exactly ‘the summons’ and ‘the gateway’ are… Have the character’s died? Were they alien spies, now called back by their masters? Were they creatures from a different realm of existence?
I’d be interested to know how you interpreted it. 🙂
He’d wanted a picture-perfect life: a happy family and well paid job with all the perks. Instead, young voices argued yet again while bills piled high. He sighed as gentle hands massaged the stress away, accepting reality – his life might not be picture perfect, but he wouldn’t change a thing.
His memories crowded close: an impenetrable barrier denying access whilst holding him back from the world. But he was sick of being imprisoned by the past. Caed knew it was time to tear down the walls – from their rubble he could build a marvelous palace in which to celebrate a bright future.
As with last week’s TLT, I’ve again written a snippit about one of the characters from my Nano novel, meaning that the words can be included in my word count. Yay! With these fifty added to it, my current total is 26,567 words, meaning I’ve narrowed the gap between myself and the current par to only 5,100 words. I will catch up eventually!
As I’ve mentioned before, due to the amount of time I’m putting into NaNoWriMo, I’m spending far less time on the blog this month than I usually like to do. If I haven’t responded to your comment or visited your blog, thank you and sorry. I will try to visit you at some point soon. 🙂
Thanks for reading.
don’t miss the
lighting up the tree tops
whilst you’re busy
with the ground
There were times when Sylvina felt like merely a figure in a dolls’ house, her whole life dictated by the whims of others. But enough was enough. She refused to be merely a decorative toy any longer – it was time for her to take control of the game.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. This week’s prompt is by Dmitri Popov.
In case anyone is interested, the character of Sylvina is actually from my NaNoWriMo novel – which means that writing this actually added to my word count. Yay!
Are you a hugger or a non-hugger?
I’m generally a non-hugger. I’ve been described as reacting like Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory when being hugged. I like my personal space, and don’t really like it being infringed upon.
Having said that, my nephew and I have always had a very huggy relationship, so with him I’d say I was a hugger.
What is your least favorite Candy?
In Britain candy is a very particular type of sweet, and I can’t say I dislike any of it! To widen it out into meaning any type of sweet, which I believe is the American meaning of the word, I’d have to say anything containing liquorice. Yuck! Or anniseed. That’s almost as bad.
What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “fun”?
Slides and screaming kids. I’ve spent years working in a play area (called The Fun Factory!) so that’s definitely the first thing to come into my head. For something that I personally find fun: board and card games. Unfortunately most of my friends nowadays aren’t really fans of either, meaning that I don’t get to enjoy the social side of them. I mostly play them on my tablet instead. It’s not quite as much fun as playing with a group of friends, but I make do.
List of Favorite Smells: What smells do you love? Whether it’s vanilla scented candles or the smell of coffee in the morning or the smell of a fresh spring rain…make a list of all the things you love for a little aromatherapy.
Freshly mown grass. I love that smell – especially in the early summer when you haven’t smelt it for months.
Baking cakes and biscuits, and all of the associated spices.Yummy.
Sugarbeet. This last one is slightly odd as it’s a smell that only people who grew up near a sugarbeet factory can really appreciate. Most people who visit Newark during sugarbeet season say “what’s that horrrible smell!” I take a deep breath and reply, “Mmm, sugarbeet.”
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I’m grateful for the extra income from all the hours I worked in the play area last week. I think the manager forgot for a while that I’m supposed to be part time nowadays (as I also hire out privately as a kid’s entertainer) because ten days straight of 9AM until 6PM / 7PM is not what I’m supposed to work! In the week coming up I’m looking forward to actually having some time off, so I can get back to my writing / photography / painting / etc.
This post is for Cee’s Share Your World Challenge. I haven’t taken part in this for a while, but this week’s questions appealed. Plus I’m actually still at work so I needed something quick that I could sort out from here! I hope you enjoyed a glimpse into my more mundane world. 🙂
an expansive ocean of
presenting youthful enthusiasm
whilst all outdated dictates
on the shoreline far below
a life of graft replaced by
a fun-filled existence
becoming the prime objective
These pictures (which were taken at Tintagel, in Cornwall, UK) were nearly posted a few days ago for the Weekly Photo Challenge (this week’s theme is edge). Unfortunately I couldn’t think of any words to go with them at the time, so they were replaced with the sundial. I came up with the poem last night, however, so decided I may as well make use of them!
Both of the above pictures were actually cropped out of this one, that shows the rugged edge the people were standing on in all its dramatic grandeur:
She’d always said that she wouldn’t be put in a box and forced into conformity, that she wouldn’t follow their indifferent society’s path, only to be left feeling stifled and unfulfilled. So how had she come to this? She turned away from the window, from the view of coffin like apartments, and began to pack her bags – it was time to start again.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. As I was writing this I had the words of a song by Newton Faulkner going around in my head, so I thought I’d share it with you.
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