A little Challenge

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Hey Friends,

Bet you thought I would be gone for another month or longer. Surprise! I’m here. I have been doing all kinds of crazy stuff so far this month. I haven’t been writing like I wanted to. I have been trying to learn calligraphy, but I am behind on the lessons…oops. But I have been watching a ton of horror movies!

But that is not what this is about today. Today I bring to you a new challenge I have given myself. You see, there is this thing called inktober. Artist use it to draw something everyday and they have prompts to do this as well.

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Borrowed image from this site where the rules are! https://inktober.com/rules/

I got to thinking, you know if I put my pen to paper and make a picture out of words…can’t that apply to inktober too? So I decided to write a poem every day using the inktober prompts! I won’t bore you with posting these every day here. I thought maybe I would share once a week. I also got a bit of a late start, so I only have 4 ready at the moment.

Should you wish to get a sneak peak at the poetry I am writing for this you can check it out on my DeviantArt Page HERE. But here are the first 4 I have so far.

  1. Poisonous:

    Your lips are pretty
    And so are your words
    No one noticed
    How toxic you were
    Your words are lies
    Wrapped in shiny paper
    And giant beautiful bows
    Poetic to the surface
    While damaging the soul
    And this is where I am
    Lost in pretty thoughts
    Traveling the labyrinth
    Of all your handsome tales
    The poison is deep in my bones
    Tearing apart who I once was
    Making me your idea of perfect
    It was the first hello
    That was poisonous
    I had a feeling
    But I ignored it

  2. Tranquil:

    They sleep when the world is quiet
    It’s the best time to befriend the stars
    Watch them glitter in the distance
    Listen to the earth speak
    At night is the only time

    They say it’s peaceful at night
    It’s the best time to reflect
    But if you listen closely you hear
    The earth is not talking
    It’s screaming

    They sleep when the world is quiet
    It’s the best time to befriend the stars
    Watch them burn in anger
    Listen to the screaming earth
    At night earth and the stars plot their revenge

  3. Roasted:

    Round and round it goes
    Fire licking the flesh
    Popping of flames fill the silence
    The heat spreads its arms

    Some stand warm in the arms
    Others stand back in the cold
    Watching in frozen horror
    As the girl is roasted for her sins

  4. Spell:

    Bubble bubble toil and trouble
    Now I think I’m seeing double
    Was that wine or was it more
    I can’t seem to touch the floor

    I’m floating away above the mist
    The string is tight around my wrist
    Clouds are laughing but it’s not amusing
    My head is spinning it’s all confusing

    Finding it difficult to open my eyes
    Maybe alone at a party wasn’t wise
    It was fun for a second I must say
    But they knew I could never stay

    They gave me jokes and funny lines
    We talked about our favorite wines
    I tried the one that was blood red
    Thick and warm and full of dread

    It coated my throat like sweet honey
    But the flavor wasn’t worth the money
    I should have known from the smell alone
    My cover would soon be blown

    Now my dress is torn and tattered
    I’m sure my wrist bone shattered
    I had to make them pay and suffer
    They may be vampires, a witch is tougher

Let me know what you think. Do you have a favorite? Would you join me in this fun little challenge? You can catch up!

Until next time!

 

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Well…Hello

Hello Friends,

It has been a long time since I have been here. I will open WordPress and start to type something and then decided that I just wasn’t ready to come back. I tried to come back a few times and I wasn’t healed enough. It has now been a year and a month since my dad passed away. Things are getting back to normal for real this time. I am working a new job. We have caught up on our bills and we won’t lose the house. My dad is still a big hole missing in my life, but I am getting better. I am living again.

I got up one morning and I realized that I needed to get back to my life. I needed to get back to the dreams I once had and the things I used to do. It was time to get back to reading and writing. I haven’t completely stopped doing all the things, but I slowed down to the point where I would have been better to just not do the things. But I want to get back to it.

I thought there was no better time to come back then my favorite month of the year. Spooky month! I seriously enjoy the month of October. All my favorite things are around and it makes me happy. So, I start back my blogging journey this month!

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Here are some things I have planned.

1. Watch at least 1 horror movie a day.
2. Read all the Goosebumps and fear street books I have. I have 16 of them.
3. Write 1 spooky short story a week.
4. Write everyday!

I am going to get back on this road, this journey to being something more than just a girl who lives in the south and works in retail. My ultimate goal in life is to make my way to book con. Become a published author. And inspire others to follow their own dreams. I have had enough time to sit in the dark and feel sorry for me. My dad wouldn’t be happy with me if I didn’t keep going after my dreams.

What are your plans for this month??

Just a Ghost

The more days pass, the easier it becomes. Some times it doesn’t hurt as much when I think about my dad. Some days I can think about him and smile about all the wonderful things that made up my dad. Today was not one of those days.

Today I thought about my dad laying in the hospital bed. I thought about how I held his hand so tight for the last few hours of his life. I remember the little drop of blood that had escaped the band aid on his arm. I thought about how the doctor decided not to put a new heart monitor in because it would be pretty much a waste and it would only cause more distress to the man dying in the hospital bed.

I thought about my dads strong and calloused hands. I thought about his love for cutting grass and working in the yard. I thought about how he loved those stupid fidget spinners and crunch bars. I thought about how empty the house is without him.

The world refuses to stop while figure everything out. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that my dad will never walk into my room again and ask me what something is. He will never ask me how to get to a website or how to change his ring tone. I will never argue with him about something that may or may not have happened in a movie.

There are so many things that remind me of my dad.

I finally started writing the story he gave me. I got to over a thousand words in less than an hour and I cried through the whole thing. The story I am writing starts with my dad passing away in the hospital. I relived the last few hours my dad was alive, but I was able to write it. I will probably cry every time I read it and I hope that once it is published, it will make others feel my pain and cry with me.

The Bubble

The world around me moves on. Everyone goes to work. They go to bed at a decent hour, get up early…or late. They skip breakfast, rushed lunches, and lonely dinners. For friends and family, their world was upset, but as of now, just a small piece of their heart is missing. They will see something that will remind them of my dad, they will smile, and move on. Their life has changed, but only slightly. It’s not something they think about constantly, it’s just another passing thought.

For me, the thought is constant, all day every day. I sale a fidget spinner at work and I think of how my dad loved those stupid things. Someone talks about going fishing and I am reminded that my dad really wanted to go fishing again. Someone asks a question about how to get rid of ants in their yard and I recall my dad walking around the yard with a gas can and a lighter, burning all the ant hills he could find. Someone has car issues and I instantly think “my dad can fix that.”

The world continues on, nothing much has changed for people that didn’t see my dad everyday. But for my mom, brother, and myself, or norm has been flipped upside down. Our norm was 4 people and a dog. Our norm was leaving my dad and the dog at home while we did things around town or got dinner because daddy didn’t like going out much and “someone has to stay with the dog.” That was his excuse for not leaving the house anyways. Our norm was bringing home food to my dad after we ate out. Our norm was coming home after work and my dad having dinner ready for us.

But we have a new norm now. We are 3 people and a dog. The dog now has to sit at someones feet or sit in her chair if no ones lap is available, because daddy’s lap was always available for her. We now go out to eat and leave the dog home alone, or my brother uses it as his excuse to stay home. We no longer bring food home for my dad, and only sometimes bring home food for my brother. When we go on vacations, the dog will have to stay in the hotel alone, because I still won’t leave her with someone, at home, or at a doggy daycare place.

Our new norm is something I am still trying to wrap my head around. It doesn’t feel real. It hurts like nothing I have ever experienced in my life. My new norm is constantly worrying about losing someone else in my life. My new norm is being scared to death that I will not survive another death in my family right now. I can’t lose another grandparent, aunt, uncle, or cousin. I can’t lose my dog and I shouldn’t worry about that because she is only 3. But my new norm is realizing that no matter how safe you think you are, death will find you in some way. But can my heart take anymore pain?

What I have realized through all of this is that the human heart is the strongest thing in the world. I know I am not the only one that has survived a parent. Some people have lost both of their parents younger than what I am now. And I am so sorry to all of you that have. I understand your pain now and I want nothing more than to hug you. But so many have survived and moved on and done great and wonderful things in their lives, even after a devastating loss. Our hearts can handle it. Our hearts can be broken into a million pieces and crushed into the ground and we pick it up and put it back together. We may not have all the pieces again, but it’s enough to function, to move on, to be happy again.

I am part of a new world and I don’t like it, I don’t want to know this world yet.

I am not sure if I am happy yet…I feel like I will never be happy again for more than a few seconds. But I am trying. I am moving on like my dad would want.

Better yet, I am writing again. And not just writing, but researching. My dad told me a story once, it was a dream of his, and he wanted me to write the story so bad. I would roll my eyes at him and laugh. I wish I had worked on it sooner, but I know this is what he wants me doing right now. I am a writer and I have found my muse again. My heart break has brought me back into my element and I know my dad will take this walk with me.

Just a Little Thought

Hello Friends!

I realize that my blog has been very inadequate lately. In all reality, it started dying about August on 2016. I don’t know where my head has been. I mean, my head hasn’t been here mentally. Physically, I go through the motions of everyday life, just the things that will keep me going, like eating, sleeping, and going to work. I think I have become a good little actress, pretending to be present when my mind has been so far away. Hiding from something maybe. Well, I know what I have been doing. I have been battling demons. Battling demons and digging my way out of deep holes of…depression, regret, anxiety?

There is also the issue with the fact that I have been dealing with what to post. I want to post things that are meaningful. I want to inspire people with my words, because it’s all I have to offer. I have written book reviews, movie reviews, and little tidbits about TV shows I am interested in. I have written short stories and random ramblings. But what does it all mean? What is the purpose? I have a few hundred followers, but not many that even comment on a post. Which I deserve because I don’t comment much on other blogs myself. But it also means that things I have been saying just don’t mean much to others.

I am facing the music. When I sit down to write a book review, I am not writing about the author, the structure, or the tone of the book. I am writing about the story, which means I pretty much love everything I read. As a writer myself, I know the work that goes into writing a story. I have that in the back of my mind with every book I read. Usually what I read is exactly what I wanted to read. I don’t get stuck too much on the structure, the proper use of this or that, or any of the technical stuff, so what am I really adding to the world with my review?

It’s the same thing with movie reviews, though, I tend to be a little more critical with movies. Mainly horror movies because that is my genre of choice. I always feel like I have more to say about a movie than a book and sometimes that just makes me feel like an idiot. I feel like, maybe I am not getting what I should be getting from books. But who is to say what I am actually supposed to get from books? I read for pleasure just as I watch movies for pleasure.

What it all boils down to is what am I writing this blog for? Who am I trying to fool with a review here and there? What is my purpose for this blog? I have had so many blogs in the past and they have always been about feelings and what I have been doing. This blog started off with stories of how awkward I am and some how came to this point where it was about reading and writing. Can I really have a blog that is just about that? I want to say my life is about more than reading and writing, but here lately that is basically all it is. I don’t do much more than that.

With that being said, I am learning to listen to the world. I am hearing things that people say. I am on a journey to learn how to control my temper and my urges. By urges I mean eating, sleeping, and just laying around. My urges to be lazy. Nothing crazy like hiding bodies in my closet…don’t look in my closet.

I am trying to get a handle on myself and become more of a well rounded adult…isn’t that the adult thing to do? Not that I am much of an adult, trust me, age is just a number. I am a reader, writer, and a dreamer. I will always have my head in the clouds and a story waiting to bust through. But I want to be more than just that. I want to be…

Truth is, I don’t know what I want to be. I want to be a published author. I want to be healthy. I want to be fun and outgoing.

Okay, so maybe I do know what I want to be, I just don’t know how to get there.

So, while my blog will continue to be about my writing and what I am reading, it will become more. It will be about movies that I absolutely loved…or hated. It will be about my new passions and old. It will be about how things in my life change and how they stay the same. It will be about me pushing my own limits and stepping up to my full potential.

I just don’t know how to make it all happen, or how to put it into words that people want to read. I am a writer though, and I will figure it out.

Prompt Challenge: 080316 Secret Pets

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Hello Friends! I realize that I missed posting a story last week. I’m sorry! I was on vacation and the internet at the hotel I was staying at sucked. So, I posted nothing last week. Actually, I didn’t read or write much last week. It was weird. It was a nice vacation though.

Anyways, let’s get into the story!

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I live across the street from a lady. Just 2 weeks ago I noticed her walking to her back yard with a tray of food. She doesn’t have any pets, as the neighborhood I live in doesn’t allow pets.

I am not a social person and I don’t get into other’s business, but I am curious. I had made a decision to introduce myself to my neighbor and I planned on finding out what she was doing with the food she takes to her back yard. Maybe she is hiding a secret pet that she hoped no one would notice. Well, I noticed and I am going to find out.

I walked to the old lady’s house right at sunset. Just about an hour before her usual routine and I knock on her door. I noticed the name on the mailbox was ‘Foster.’

“Hello, Mrs. Foster.” I say as the lady opens the door.

“Hello, Lizzie.” I smile, but wonder how the old lady knows my name. Maybe she has been reading my mail, or maybe she has been watching me like I have been watching her. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, I noticed every night you take food to your back yard.” I say, getting straight to the point. I did mention that I am not a social person right?

“Yes, that is correct.” The old lady says with a smile. She steps back and motions for me to come into the house. I walked in and she shut the door behind me. My flight reflexes were lighting up at this point, but I thought ‘it’s an old lady, what could she do?’ I wish I had listened to myself.

“I am just finishing up the tray for tonight, would you like to help?” I shrugged off my unease and followed Mrs. Foster to her kitchen.

“What do you do with the food?” I ask as she starts cutting up the apples.

“I feed it to my pet.” I knew it! I almost jumped for joy, but I held back.

“Your pet has great taste in food.” I say, looking at the tray of meats, cheese and fruit. “What kind of pet do you have?”

“Why don’t you come with me and see. You will love him.” I am a sucker for animals so I didn’t resist. Why didn’t I resist? Why didn’t I listen to my instincts? Why did I have to be the curious cat?

“Sure thing, Mrs. Foster. I would love to meet your pet.” I grab the tray off the counter. “You do know that we are not allowed to have pets, right?” I ask as I follow Mrs. Foster out the front door and around the house.

“Yes.” She says. “The contract said no dogs, cats, or anything with fur or feathers.” She laughed. “I found a way around the contract, so should I be caught with my pets, I wouldn’t be in trouble with the landlord.”

We made our way to a door at the back of the house. Mrs. Foster fished out a key from her pocket, it was one of those old style skeleton keys. It was old and rusty. I almost ran then. I almost made up and excuse to suddenly need to go home, but again I told myself ‘little old lady.’ I can be such an idiot sometimes.

I followed Mrs. Foster into the door. She let me walk past her and she shut and locked the door back. Great, now I was stuck in this damp dim room. It smelled horrible, like urine and something else, but I wasn’t sure of the smell. I had smelled it before, but I couldn’t remember what it was. Not to worry though, only a few moments later I figured it out.

Mrs. Foster…the little old lady, opened a cage door and told me to set the food on the table in the corner. I did as I was told, but as I sat the food down I heard the cage door slam shut. I turned to face the old woman and watched as she smiled at me.

“New pet.” She said, clapping her hands. Yep, the little old lady had tricked me into a cage. Little old lady…Then I caught the smell again and found it’s source. In a cage beside me I saw a stain on the floor. Bright red and metallic smelling. Blood. Oh yeah, there was blood on the floor. And near that blood lay a body, I am sure it was breathing. The guy looked up at me, his bright blue eyes pained. One hand had been cut off. His limbs were thin as was his body, but not a starved thin. Mrs. Foster took good care of her pets. I shook my head.

“You live across the street?” The guy asked me. I nodded and he nodded back. “Curiosity may not have killed this cat, yet, but it sure did get me in trouble. He sat up and leaned against the cage. You will be safe for a little bit, until Mr. Foster dies any way. She will keep you nice and clean until she gets bored with the boys.”

“Have you tried to escape?” I asked. Surely a man as my cage neighbor could take the old lady.

“Sure, that’s how I lost the hand.” He showed me the stump of his arm. “She doesn’t play around. We may never escape.”

I just had to know where the woman took the food. I had to be nosey, I had to be social. I should have just stayed in my room watching YouTube videos.

But I was sure of one thing. I wasn’t going to sit around like Mrs. Foster’s husband or the man beside me, whose name I later found out was Matt. I was going to break free and let the landlord know that the old lady across the street had pets.

Prompt Challenge: 080216 Fireflies

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Hello Friends! Welcome back to Prompt Challenge Wednesday! I actually enjoyed writing this story and had to stop writing towards the end. It was getting to long, so if the ending sounds a little rushed…it was. It is just a short story after all. I think this one might be another for my file of stories that may become more.

Enjoy the read!

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I have been watching the lady that lives beside me. I noticed one night that she had walked to her back yard with a tray of food. It wouldn’t have been so suspicious if it hadn’t been a try full of fresh food. Had it been slop, I would have thought nothing of it. I watched her walk around her house and go through the gate, where I lose sight of her. I even tried to see her from the upstairs window, but she goes to a part of the yard that is covered in trees.

I watched her for 2 weeks, and it never failed. Every night at the same time she would walk out of her house with a tray full of food and disappear into her back yard. I finally built up the courage to peak through the fence that separated our yards. But even that had its limits and gave me no new information. I decided that I needed to find out what she was doing, so I started talking to her more.

After a few days I confessed that I had seen her taking the tray of food into her back yard. I was always the type of person to not beat around the bush. If I wanted to know something, I just came out and asked.

The day I asked her about it, she told me to come over that night and she would show me what she does with the food. Her smile was friendly and her eyes sparkled. It was like she was going to show the world her first born or something. She seemed so excited to show me. I didn’t think much of it, I just showed up that night, helped her prepare the food and followed her into the back yard.

The spot of the back yard that was hidden had a picnic table. There was nothing special about it, just a family picnic table. The lady lit the candle that sat in the middle of the candle and sat the tray down. She sat at the table and patted the seat beside her.

“Have a seat.” She said, smiling up at me. “They can be a little shy when new people are around, but they don’t meet a lot of new people, so they will still come.”

“Who?” I asked. I was more curious now than I had been before.

“My parents.” She whispered. I thought the woman was crazy. I was planning on calling the police after I was done, after no one showed up, and get the poor woman some help for her delusions.

“Do they live back here?” I asked her, trying to figure out how crazy she was.

“Silly, no, they don’t live back here.” She shook her head and laughed. “They just come to check on me every night, make sure I am fairing okay in the world.” She looked at me, her eyes lit by the candle light, giving her an eerie other worldly look. “It’s hard to make friends in this world.”

“Yeah, it is.” I said. I was feeling sorry for the woman. She had created some kind of crazy place in her back yard where reality didn’t exist. I knew the woman lived alone and that she never had visitors. I was mad at myself for not being a better neighbor, or even a better human, and looking out for the people that lived around me.

“Here they come.” She said, clapping her hands. I looked at the seats in front of us and saw nothing but two fireflies. They were common around this time of night. But they changed before my eyes. They grew larger, taking human shapes and before I could even blink, two people sat in front of me.

“Daughter.” The male said. He looked at me and smiled, holding out his hand. I stared at his hand. “Is this not what humans do? Shake hands, I think they call it. When they meet someone new.” I shook his hand and nodded.

“Of course.” I mumbled. “I am sorry, but you just…” What had I just seen?

“What is your name, human boy?” The woman asked.

“This is Nick.” The lady said. “He is my neighbor. My new friend. He asked me why I brought food to my back yard every night.” She smiled over at me. I was wondering if I had lost my own mind. Maybe the lady had drugged something she had given me. I did eat cookies when she gave them to me. Maybe that was a stupid idea. Maybe this whole thing was a stupid idea. I was going to have to call the doctor the next morning to get myself checked out at the mental ward.

“What a strange person.” The man said, looking over to his wife. “I think we have shocked him.”

“I bring the food for my parents.” My neighbor spoke to me. “They just love human food, and they can only get it when it is given to them. And they bring me fairy food.”

“Fairy food?” I choked.

“Really?” My neighbor asked. “You haven’t figured it out yet?” She laughed. “My parents are fairies. I meet them out here because it is the only safe place for them to come. No one can see them here and they can’t stand to be inside a house. They say it is unnatural for a fairy to be trapped by four walls.”

“So…You are a fairy?” I asked her.

“Sort of.” She said. She looked at her mother and frowned. “My father made a mistake when he was younger and I was born to a human woman. That human woman didn’t want me, so my father took me to his world and I was raised by him and his wife, which I have grown to love just as if she were my biological mother.”

“Okay.” I said, rubbing my head.

“It’s okay, Nick.” She said laughing. “It’s a lot to handle.” They were all staring at me. “The only reason I have allowed you into this secret is because you are part fairy as well.” She frowned. “Your mother was half fairy and your father was human, so you are not even half fairy, but your mother was the child of a very important fairy.”

“My mother disappeared when I was only 16.” I snorted.

“But I am your grandfather, your mother’s father.” The man spoke to me.

“I’m your aunt!” My neighbor shouted, causing me to jump. “Isn’t it great?” She asked with a clap of her hands.

I felt like my entire life had just become a lie. I was part fairy? What did that mean for me? My mother left when I was a teenager, she just disappeared. Now I have a grandfather sitting in front of me and an aunt beside me. It’s the most family I have had my entire life.

“I am also the king of the fairy realm.” The man who claimed to be my grandfather said. “And while you are not even half fairy, we need you.” The man tried to smile, but his face was hard and unkind. “All of my sons and my sons, sons, have died. You are the only heir to the throne and there is much to learn, much to figure out, and immortality to be found.”

“Yeah, okay. I’m okay with that.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. Obviously, it was all a joke or a dream one.

But it has been ten years since that night. I have married a fairy and we have a child. I have taken the throne and I have won my immortality and the love of the fairy people. I keep asking when I will wake up, but I think I am finally starting to believe that this is real. If it is just a dream, no one wake me up because this is so much better than the human life I was living.

Prompt Challenge: 080116 The Beast

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Hello Friends! Sorry this is a day late. Not only is it a day late, but I also don’t like it. As I was writing it I was in pain and feeling a little sick. That is what working a 10 or 11 hour shift will do to you. Yeah yeah. I know people do that kind of shift all the time, but my shifts are usually 8 hours at the most. And it was truck day. I was hot and sweaty, didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before, and not to mention the pain in my ankle. It was a rough day and my story isn’t so good. So please forgive me. Next week should be much better.

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I noticed it not too long after I moved in. The little lady across the street comes out her front door with a plate full of something, and returns without it. At first I didn’t think anything weird of it. I just thought she had a dog or something in the back yard.

A few days after I noticed her do it the first time, I introduced myself. We spoke for a few minutes and I asked her about her pets. It was then that she informed me she had no pets. When I asked her about the food, she laughed it off and told me not to “worry my pretty little head” about it.

Of course, I have always been the curious girl that got herself into more trouble than most. I just had to know the truth. What was the food for? So I waited the next night. I watched her take the food out to the back of the house and come back with nothing in her hands. It wasn’t long before she turned out her lights in her house. I tiptoed to the back of the house, looking for any animals that may be eating the food. I was quiet and tried to stay to the shadows.

I spotted the dish the food was brought out in, but it was already empty. Not even a crumb was left. Frustrated I hurried back home before someone saw me.

The next night I came up behind the old lady’s house from the woods. I had taken a walk to the end of the street and then slipped into the dense woods, making my way back to the old lady’s house. I sat behind a tree and waited for her to bring out the food. I was determined to find out what was eating the food. Of course, I assumed at this point that it was nothing more than a few wild animals. Maybe the lady had some wild furry friends that she just wanted to keep well fed.

The sun had gone down and I watched as the lady made her way around the house with the dish full of food. She sat it in the grass where she had left it the night before. It was hard to see much, as the moon was not even out. I heard the woman clicked her tongue and call out “Come and get it.” She waited for a few minutes and smiled into the forest. It was then that I realized I may have made a big mistake.

I heard the growl come from beside me. Just over a little, right were the old lady had looked with a smile. It never crossed my mind that she may be waiting for something bigger than a raccoon or some other kind of wild animal. I didn’t expect anything bigger than a dog. As I looked over I realized that my curiosity had landed me in a predicament that I would be lucky to escape. I watched as the shadow made its way out of the woods and across the back yard. The black creature towered over the old woman, but she wasn’t afraid. She reached out her hand to it, petting what looked like a muzzle. I would have thought it was a bear, if the thing wasn’t standing on two legs and laughing.

“My baby.” The woman said. “I brought you more tonight.” She smiled and her eyes landed on me. I had fallen into the old woman’s trap. The woman sat on the ground and picked up the plate of food. “It’s much fresher then this food.” She began eating the food herself and the creature turned to the woods. Its glowing blue eyes settled on me and it lunged for the woods. I turned and ran, but I knew I wasn’t going to be fast enough. My fate was sealed the moment I moved in across the street from the old lady. There was a reason the house was so cheap. I should have listened to the realtor . He had told no one ever stayed in the house more than a few weeks. I was just in such a hurry to start a new life, to get away from my messed up past.

And now, here I was running from some kind of beast. I only had seconds to wonder if maybe the realtor was in on the plan as well. Maybe my whole life had lead to this. Who knows, but I never imagined that I would be the dinner of some old lady’s deformed child.

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August Prompt Challenge

Prompt Challenge

Hello Friends! I have some bad news, I didn’t actually write a short story this week. I wasted a bunch of time and didn’t get it written. I know…I have failed at life. Don’t worry, it’s not the first time. Good news is there are 5 Wednesdays this month, so you will still get 4 stories!

For today I will just give you the prompt I have picked for this month!

Prompt

This will give you a chance to write your own story. So…go write something and let me know what you come up with!

I promise, next week there will be a short story!

Prompt Challenge: 070416 Road Rage

Prompt Challenge

Hello Friends! I was going to take the whole week off…just give myself a little room and rethink some things. I am trying to get my blog to a place that I am happy with. But I realized this is one thing about this blog that I am extremely content with and that is my prompt challenge. So, I put together a little story for you.

This story is actually inspired by an incident I had on the road the other day. A guy had a bit of road rage against me because I didn’t get out of his way quick enough. He proceeded to try and run me off the road. I am not going to lie, I have been terrified on the road since then. I haven’t even told many people other than my parents and my brother, but I don’t think it’s something that will ever leave me. I still have little panic attacks every time I see a big blue truck on the road.

So, this story is kind of inspired by what I wanted to do to him. And this is also an example of how this writer deals with stressful situations in her life. 🙂

Enjoy!

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The road was quiet today. No other cars on the road but her, though it was like this often. In a world where you were either a hunter or the hunted, no one risked being on the road. Kenzie, however, didn’t care what troubles lay ahead or behind her. She had made a name for herself in the new world. She was feared by most and worshiped by others. She was a fighter that grew up in a cruel world. Her mother and father had left her to die in the desert and the Desert Wolves had raised her.
Don’t get the desert wolves confused with the Desert Wolves. These were not animals, but a group of highly skilled, extremely lethal woman that didn’t take crap from anyone. They collected the trouble makers, took control of entire cities, and the world fell to their knees at the sight of the Desert Wolves. Kenzie had grown up with them, learned their ways, and became their current leader. Kenzie was also known as the Lone Wolf. While she was the leader of the pack, she was often seen going off on her own, just to scout out the towns or feel the wind in her hair. No one could touch her and they all knew it.
At least, she thought everyone knew it. Until this day, this bright, sunny, and dusty day. On a dead road, a truck came up behind Kenzie’s small car. She was only out for a joy ride to give herself a break from the constant fighting. The truck flew up on her, bumping her back end. Kenzie moved her car over to the other side of the road. The truck flew by her and the man driving the car stared at her. Recognition crossed his face. He slowed down, but Kenzie could feel that he was not done yet.
The truck whipped in front of her, almost hitting her front end, causing Kenzie to swerve. Kenzie was getting mad now. Not because the man was an idiot, but because he was trying to damage her car. It wasn’t a fancy car, but it was hers that she had built with her own two hands. She had collected the scrap pieces and put it together. It was her pride and joy in this world full of dirty and distress.
The man in the truck slammed on his breaks, forcing Kenzie to put on her own breaks, whipping to the other side of the road to avoid hitting the bastard. She could feel her anger building and she gripped the steering wheel so tight she knew there would be indentions of her fingers. She stared at the truck, watching as the man rolled down the window to throw out his hand with his middle finger up. Kenzie couldn’t control her anger any longer. She didn’t like getting so angry, but she wasn’t going to hold back.
The windows in the truck burst inwards, causing the man to swerve off the road. As he gained control of the truck, one of the tires blew out, causing him to swerve again. Kenzie couldn’t stop herself. The truck flipped over, tumbling end over end a few times before coming to a stop with the wheels in the air, still spinning.
Kenzie stopped her car, put it in park and got out. She slowly walked over to the truck, hearing the man screaming for help.
“Help?” Kenzie laughed. “You want help now?” She raised her arms and spun around. “No one can hear you.” She smiled and crouched down to look into the truck window. “Help.” She mocked him. “Even if there was someone out here to help you, do you really think they would help you?”
“Please.” He said, reaching out to her. “I was just messing around.”
“You don’t ‘mess around’…” She said, hooking her pointer and middle fingers in the air… “With the Lone Wolf.” She sighed and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” She said, standing up. “I’m not going to leave you here either.” She jerked the dented truck door open, grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him out. The man screamed in pain as his bloody body was drug from the crushed metal that was once his truck. “I’m going to turn you over to the collection.” She said with a smirk.
Kenzie drug the man to her car, grabbing a rope and tying him up. She threw him in the trunk of the car and left the scene of the wreckage. Men got a higher price in this world. Being the leader of the Desert Wolves, she didn’t catch too many for the collection anymore. The organizers of the collection know not to mess with what the Desert Wolves take for themselves. In fact, the collection pays the Desert Wolves to keep them safe. That was what Kenzie had created as the leader of the pack. She had struck fear in those that everyone else had feared before. She was changing the world.
It wasn’t just her fighting techniques or her skills of survival. There was a reason Kenzie had been left in the desert to die. She wasn’t a normal human. She had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. No one knew the extent of her power. She was out to take over the new world, and she was almost there. No one could stop her, not even some bone head man who thought he could run her over on the road. She couldn’t wait to tell the collection what to do with him.

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