Response – JSW Prompt 4-1-2019

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Writing prompt

They  had taken everything, more than everything, leaving him with nothing but a bent and broken soul. He hadn’t missed the things at first, not for a long time, and when he had it was too late. From then on, nothing made sense, nothing remained, nothing mattered. His was the reflection of emptiness behind stolen eyes.

He stood on the bridge over the river, staring down at the dark memory of dark water.

Spread his arms and fell forward like a broken bird, remembering flight.

 

 

 

JSW Prompt 4-22-2019

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JSW Prompt 4-15-2019

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The Ten List: April 8th, 2019
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Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 81 4-9-2019

It is time to peep into your creative processes once again. Welcome to Week 81!

PROMPT

This video inspired me. Maybe you like to see it or use it as a creative nudge.

https://aeon.co/videos/then-fit-our-vision-to-the-dark-exploring-sight-with-emily-dickinson


We grow accustomed to Darkness. Darkness is in our hearts. Our minds. Our souls. Anybody who has not been tempted by Darkness is a liar.

Some of us grow up in darkness. Some of us grow up in Light, finding Darkness when we realize Light is not all there is in this world. This is the Darkness which crushes the soul, destroys the spirit, leaving nothing behind but despair.

Some of us live in Darkness all our lives, never finding the path out. Never seeing even a spark of Light, our eyes so blinded by Dark.

Some of us are created of Darkness, some of us of Light. But it is the Darkness which finds us in our hours of despair, when the pain is so all-encompassing we no longer believe in Light. Some of us never escape the Darkness and drown.

Some of us…. all of us…. grow accustomed to Darkness.

JSW Prompt 4-8-2019

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JSW Prompt 4-1-2019

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Writing prompt

(Please disregard the obvious fascination with comas. I might have to put this up as a Grammar Goof).

Response – Reenas Exploration Challenge 80 3-29-2019

Reena’s Exploration Challenge 

Without much ado, I present this week’s challenge, as posting has already been delayed a little.

PROMPT #80

Exploration Challenge #80

It ain’t easy.  That much is for sure.  Been a long time since I killed anything but back in the day….. yeah…. back in the day…..” It came for me when I was 15.  Thought I was tough then, I did.  Big swagger as I walked down the street.   Tough words.  Angry words.  Ugly words.  Funny how when you’re young you think those things make you tough.  Don’t take me wrong.  I was a scraper. I’d been in any number of street fights.  All my life.  Thought that made me tough, too. How little I knew.

It came on a Monday.  I was home.  Had to be.  My little sister was there.  Didn’t like to leave her alone at night.  Not if I could help it.  We had day-old hot dogs for dinner.  A dented can of baked beans.  Marshmallow fluff.

Lived in a series of rooms. Used to be offices when the building was a warehouse. One central room with a hot plate, couple broke-back chairs. A table. A radio. Another room with two mattresses on the floor. A bathroom that worked. Barely. But enough for water to clean and cook. I’d installed locks on the doors. Kept us safe so far. Then again, I wasn’t asleep yet.

Been years now. Too many. Never did find my little sister. I looked for her sometimes. All the times. That face in the crowd. A voice across a street. A dream of before I’d become a monster. But now… now I am old. Haven’t killed in years.

Weren’t killing that’d made me a monster. No. Abandoning her did. Ran when the Government people finally tracked us down. Gonna take us into the system. Foster homes. Schools. The ‘right’ life. Couldn’t take that. And so I ran.

She screamed. Begged. Tears. Never did forget that. Never did forget the sound of tears. Sound rang in my ears the rest of my days. Still there now. But it’s gonna be gone soon.

Soon. Another breath. Two. Another tear. I’ll no longer be a monster.