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TLT: Woman

23 Feb

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photo by Clem Onojehungo via Unsplash

There were a tough times that we once went through, you and I. I was upset, angry, frightened, never knew if you’d come back.

But I’m not waiting you by my door anymore.

I am now living on my own, ready to face whatever comes in my way. You made me the woman that I am now.

This post was written for TLT challenge and of course for all the women out there, who are stronger than they ever thought they could be 

 

Awakening

29 Jan

Even as a child I knew there is something special around us. Like a color veil waving around in the air.

My mother was a witch. The “A” marked old fashion witch from the small town full of superstitious people. To be a woman with special abilities and free wild mind in such a tight environment…well, it is quite a difficult role to play.

As a child of a woman who has been rejected by the society, you would guess I end up as a repressed child. Or in the worst case, the devil worshiper in its worst way possible.

But my mother gave me the most beautiful gift a mother could give. She taught me to be strong, honest and in the same time a kind person. And when I finally reached the right age, she showed me what I had felt for such a very long time. She showed me the real meaning of the beautiful color veil that was surrounded me since I was born. It was my own power coming out from within me.

As a daughter of a woman that was only a dirt in the eyes of the society, I never wanted to become like her. I spent days and nights praying I would become normal ordinary person. But as soon as I felt that raging power, I blossomed as the most beautiful flower. I opened my feathers as the most proud peacock. The door of the secret garden was wide open for me.

 

This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/01/29/writing-prompt-189-collage-35/

TLT: The Unbreakable Rope

27 May

photo by Wynand von Poortvliet – click here for full res version

 

What tightens her to this place?

Strong thick unbreakable rope you would think.

But it is the good old fashioned love, that never lets her leave.

This post was written for TLT challenge

TLT: Unbearable Lightness of Being

14 Apr

photo by Jesse Orrico


“Play some nice song, father.”

Priest sitting behind his old piano, turned to his parishioners. He smiled and played first tones of their favourite song.

The good spirit of the day floated across the room. It was one of those days when you feel the lightness if being…


This post was written for TLT challenge.

No Way Out

12 Apr

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Albert Finch

“Oh my God, oh my God, they are home!” Emily got swamped by horror.

“What do I do? What do I do?” she desperately tried to find some place to hide. As a miracle from heaven the door of an old wardrobe opened with squeaking sound… She jumped to the wardrobe and tried to make as little noise as possible.

 Emily didn’t expect anybody to be at home. This was her only opportunity to find the truth about her family’s murder. Police finalized the investigation and did not find anything. No weapon, no trace, no nothing? Really? She could not accept this as an end. And so she started her own investigation.

There were a few people she suspected. And the biggest candidate she had on mind to be convicted was her ex-boyfriend, crazy psychopat who recently ended his stay in psychiatric clinic.

She sneaked into his home and was determined to find some evidence. But as soon as she started to search his office, somebody came  home.
She listened to the voice of her own fear from within the wardrobe. A person was approaching the office. The door slowly opened and he came in. The silence in the room was oppressive.
Suddenly the wardrobe door opened and there he was. Standing in front of her smiling. His face expression was calm and cold in the same time.

“So this is how you pay back all that love I gave you during our years together?” his voice cutting the tick air.

His hand aggressively grabbing her arm was the last thing she remembered…


Well… I don’t know how did I come up with this story, but here it is… :D…this time it is little bit longer.

This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/12/photo-challenge-108/.

 

 

The Hunted Ones

22 Mar

“Meet me at the old photo centre. That is the safest place.”

Jerry hung up. He didn’t have much time. The situation needed some decision. Now or never.
He took his gun and jumped into the car. This was the first time after years that he felt that much adrenaline in his veins.

He agreed to meet Greta near the old photo centre. Their ways separated there a few years back. Yet he couldn’t get her out if his head. They both were trying to escape Bill, the worst hitman in Virginia. They figured separating would be the best way how to get rid of Bill.

He arrived five minutes earlier then her and watched Greta to slowly approach the photo centre.
“There she is. This time I am not letting her go.” Jerry got out of the car and when he was about to close the door, he felt huge pressure on his chest. Then he saw the explosion. His body flew away as a feather. His eyes were full of smoke but he was trying to find Greta and hoped she survived the explosion.

Greta’s body disappeared together with the old photo centre’s building. At that moment Jerry decided not to be the hunted one anymore. From then on he became the hunter. He swore himself that he won’t stop until he kills the hitman himself.


This post was written for FFfAW – Week of 3-22-2016

Security Blanket

20 Mar

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 ‘We stopped checking for monsters under the bed when we realized they were inside of us.’ Charles Darwin.

Toby was hiding under his bed once again. He was sure there is a monster in the house. Everybody was already asleep and that was even worse. Toby realized that he was alone in this. Once the monster gets to his room, there will be nobody to save him.

Toby heard a sound coming from the kitchen. With eyes wide open he forgot to breath. He was trying to catch some sound again but the only thing he heard now was his heart beat. Another sound now coming from the stairs.

“What do I do, what do I do?”

Toby was desperate already. He closed his eyes and started to pray.

“Please God, don’t let the monster to see me.”

Suddenly his heart beat came back to normal speed. Toby felt enormous relief on his chest. It was as if somebody covered him with security blanket. He didn’t know how, but he fell asleep right that second.  In the morning his mother found him sleeping under the bed.

“Sweetheart there are no monsters. It was our cat wandering around the house once again like every night.”

After that night he always started to pray anytime he was afraid of monsters. And it always worked. Years later he realized these monsters were only in his head. However he never stopped wondering about the “security blanket”.


This post was written for  Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Writing Prompt nr. 151 – Collage 19.

Monsters In My Head

15 Mar

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– Brooke Shaden

There are monsters in my head.

I dream about them all the time.

Their power is hallucinating.

They capture my soul and I have no control over my body and mind.

I fall asleep with knowing that I am going on a journey.

I swoop to the air, my feet lazily swaying down.

My head is already in the clouds.

Their power is intoxicating.

I see myself up above all the dark world.

I feel strenght, I feel excitement, I feel certainty.

I feel satisfaction.

I am in state of serenity.

I don’t want to leave this dream.

There are monsters in my head.

But there are moments when I feel I am one of them.

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This post was written for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie.

She Used To Love Me, But Then…

14 Mar

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Vincent closed his tattoo studio and started to walk towards the bar across the street. It was his every day routine since he and Sophie broke up. Since that moment he became a nyctophile and spent almost every night walking on the streets in drunken haze.

During the day he was very precise in his work. Every tattoo he created had it’s own structure and each piece was a briliant work of art. He immersed to his work  right after Sophie broke his heart. He realized that work distracted his mind in the right way and from then on he worked nonstop every day. 

He might not know this, but Sophie felt the pain in her heart for a very long time. She couldn’t figure out what is the cause. Her life with Vincent was perfect until it wasn’t. She knew she was supposed to be happy, but she didn’t feel happiness in her heart for months. And so she started to seek some help. She started to visit church almost every day until she realized she is happy only when she is talking to God. This was not night to morning decision. But after a few months she was absolutely certain she wanted to become a nun.

Vincent was devastated. He didn’t understand. To this day he couldn’t adjust to the thought she could leave him like this. They had a dozen of eristic discussion, but her decision was final and irretrievable.

And so now he was wandering on the street near the novitiate where Sophie was staying. It was one of those darkest rainy nights. Lurking behind the novitiate walls he was trying to spot her window. He didn’t want to terrorize anybody but didn’t realize that with his appearance and drunken mood might quite possibly do so.

He glared at the gigantic walls that separated him from the love of his life. Usually he just drowned his anger in a bottle of whiskey. But tonight he wanted to get all this anger and desperation out. So he started to shout:

“Why??? Why did you choose THIS instead of me? I was here for you! Tell me why?? I loved you! I gave you all my life!And you left me! For this…for God! How can I compete with God?”

Nobody came out. It was as nobody heard him. It was just him standing in the rain waiting for a miracle that would save him from this misery.

It took him a while to understand that this was the end. That he had to move on. But he took a decision to try to understand. Because it was the only possible way for him to heal.

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This post was written for : Wordle #101 “March 14, 2016”

Savior

11 Mar

 

Stella arrived with her husband to the agreed place. It was an empty parking lot with one rubbish bin. They have been told to leave the money in it.

“But this is the middle of nowhere”, Stella freaked out. She wanted her daughter back as soon as they give the money to these people who kidnapped her.

“They want to be sure we wouldn’t come with the police. If they are watching us right now, they see we are here alone.” He looked around and tried to find some spot from which they could be watched. But there was just an abandoned gas station and open road surrounded with nothing.

“Let’s leave the money in the rubbish bin.” Tim approached to the place when he saw a man getting closer to them. Tim’s heart started to beat faster. He realized this man could kill them both.  Instead he grabbed the bag with money and told to Tim and Stella to get in the car. Then something unexpected happened. The man got into the car with them.

“I know where your daughter is. I will help you to get her back. Now let’s get out of here.”

This post was written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner – Week 11.