I’ll Never Go Away

Your Daily Theme for 6/13/2013 
Dialogue
 
“I’ll never go away.”
“You’ll never get away.”
Use these lines as inspiration for a short story or poem.

“…but it was an honest mistake!”

“So now pay for it.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“But you did.”

“I promise it’ll never happen again!”

“Oh, I know it won’t.”

“You can’t forgive me?”

“For this? No.”

“I love you!”

“Apparently the word entails different things to each of us.”

“Doesn’t all the time we’ve known each other mean anything to you?”

“I could ask you the same.”

“Just give me one last ch-”

“Get out of my house!”

“What if I refuse?”

“Go away. Please, just go away.”

“I’ll never go away.”

“You’ll never get away.” With it.

Link to my original piece:

http://figment.com/books/656378-I-ll-Never-Go-Away

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Why I Hate Analgesics (But Love Being Sick)

Daily Prompt: Take Care

 June 11, 2013

When you’re unwell, do you allow others to take care of you, or do you prefer to soldier on alone? What does it take for you to ask for help?

The past few years, I made the decision to forego the use of painkillers of the cough-and-cold variety. I wanted to build up my own strength and tolerance levels. I believe that the existence of conveniences is not reason enough for their exploitation, and that sometimes the hard route is better in the long run. Recently, I was sick enough that I had to go against my personal rule and take some medication. It felt like I was bending somehow, and that’s when I realized that what I had thought was my way of becoming stronger was actually partly based in pride – not taking medicine made me feel like I was better somehow, stronger than those who did.

In general, when unwell, I shy away from help because I dislike feeling like a burden or that I’m inconveniencing anyone. I dislike being in anyone’s debt – again, pride.

It takes crippling “unwellness” for me to ask for help. Only when I am unable to function, or when there is something I need significantly more than my intact ego, do I turn to others for help. When I get help, however, it brings tears to my eyes. It makes me feel loved. It takes me back to my childhood when I loved falling sick, because it meant that my mother would feed me, take care of me, and in general make me feel loved. Help makes me believe the best of people again.

In the end I question myself: why do I dislike asking for help, really? Is it the pride, is it because I don’t want to burden anyone, or is it because I truly want to increase my physical pain threshold? Or maybe, and this just occurred to me, is it because I want to increase my emotional pain threshold? Because I don’t want to feel like a child, a dependant, don’t want to feel loved too often, don’t want to lose the preciousness, borne of rarity, of the relief that comes from knowing, with every cell in your body, that you’re loved.

Take care, Friend.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/daily-prompt-take-care/

A Ray of Hope

  • I combined “Today’s Prompt” by Today’s Author:[The sun blazing through the tiny window near the roof completely changed his perspective.]
  • …and Trifecta’s Weekly Challenge: 

[LIGHT (noun)
 

1a : something that makes vision possible
  b : the sensation aroused by stimulation of the visual receptors
  c : electromagnetic radiation of any wavelength that travels in a vacuum with a speed of about 186,281 miles (300,000 kilometers) per second; specifically : such radiation that is visible to the human eye
2a : daylight
  b : dawn
3: a source of light: as
   a : a celestial body
   b : candle   

The sun blazing through the tiny window near the roof completely changed his perspective. He looked down at the cold stone floor, then back at the bands within the ray of light. A smile played on his lips as he followed the specks of dust dancing in the light streaming through the iron bars of the window. He slowly unbent his creaking knees and stood up, walking to the small bit of floor where the light pooled. Today, the rattling of chains was just background music; today the bonds that reminded him of a desperate existence were just a backstory; today the confines that held him were just temporary, not meant to last. He was the recipient of light, that beautiful, glorious light; the murky, sticky grip of chaos existed in a different world – here there was just the pure, sweet sunlight. I’ll be just fine, he broke into a smile, putting away the hand-cut stone knife beneath the tiles, back where it belonged. In the darkness.

http://todaysauthor.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/write-now-prompt-for-june-11-2013/

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/06/trifecta-week-eighty-one.html

Meet-cute

Figment’s daily theme:

Your Daily Theme for June 6, 2013
A “meet-cute” is a charming first interaction between two characters who will become romantically involved. (Think the tangled dog leashes in 101 Dalmatians.) Write a meet-cute between two characters.

Headphones clamped around her ears, vacuum-sealed, she couldn’t hear the argument raging just four feet away; couldn’t hear the net café customer yell himself hoarse about having lost his seat to some “random girl off the road”; didn’t see the owner apologetically but firmly shrug a diplomatic “no”; didn’t notice the disgruntled visitor throw himself down on the chair next, sighing audibly. She was lost, fighting far off people from far off lands…and she won. Again. She only noticed when the angry fist-on-table near her shook the table. She looked up, as did he. More than the table shook.

Link to my piece on Figment:

http://figment.com/books/651913-Meet-cute

His World

The First Thing
 
Write out a person’s day in terms of the first things he or she does. An example is provided below:
The first thing she did each day was stretch her toes over the edge of her mattress. 
The first thing she saw was her reflection in the pink vanity she’d gotten when her career aspiration was “princess.”
The first thing she ate each morning was an English muffin, pooled with melted butter.
The first thing she put on was her silver locket.

The first thing he did on waking up was to give that baby dinosaur screech-grunt, stretching as if to make his 6’ 6’1”.

The first thing he wore was his gleaming wristwatch, a reminder of paternity and duty.

The first thing he did after leaving his room was to wake his kindergartner up with a kiss on the forehead, reminding him of happiness.

The first thing he ate was a bowl of Lucky Charms, an unshakable habit since age six.

The first thing he saw when he left the house was the world; and when he came home: his world.

Link to my story on Figment:

http://figment.com/books/647890-His-World

Breathing Vortices

Your Daily Theme for 5/28/2013
 
Opening Line
 
She sat at the window, nose pressed against the glass until it was numb with cold. She imagined her breath brought frost and her blinks brought rain. From inside her tiny room, she controlled every element of the world outside.
 
Use this as inspiration for a short story or poem.

 

She stared out into the window

Rapidly firing blinks

Like water bombing from a watergun

Or torrents from a thousand sinks

And breathed, through the glass,

Wilfully into the world outside

Creating a universe of Ethereal Beings

In the gloom and darkness to reside.

Faster, faster, first they walked, then ran,

Moshing in a great Wall of Death,

An uproar that even the Heavens noted

With jagged spotlights

Drawn into the maelstrom, coated

With a layer of the ground.

Spiraling out of control,

The vortex turned upon itself ‘round,

And vanished into the sky whole

With but a glimmer.

 

Link to my poem on Figment:

http://figment.com/books/647243-Breathing-Vortices

Walking in Beauty

I like trying my hand at http://figment.com/ ‘s Daily Themes from time to time. They give you a prompt, which you’re supposed to reply to in 100 words. This is my first take at poetry on Figment.

Your Daily Theme for 5/21/2013

What You Want

Characters are motivated by things that they want. These can be physical or emotional, tangible or intangible. Take five minutes and list things you want (“wealth, a passing grade in chemistry, to learn things quickly, to be admired by everyone I meet, to beat the next level of Candy Crush…”), then pick one of those desires. Write a brief scene or poem about a person who has that thing. How is he different from you? What does she want?

“She walks in beauty” was never more true

She walks with the confidence beauty doth imbue

People such as her with.

She stands tall and proud and

Looks every woman and man

In the eye. She can

Instill utter insecurity

Or speak her mind with impunity,

She is always forgiven.

One aspect makes life

Far easier in compare;

Things and people

From attraction cannot forbear.

Confidence leads to things

Such as success in travails;

Growing wings

That take her to new heights,

Lead her past crags

To peaks undiscovered

Or maybe unreachable.

Not to her,

But to me

For I walk not in beauty.

Link to my poem on Figment:

http://figment.com/books/642958-Walking-in-Beauty