#FWF – Time Keepers


It’s finally Friday people! My Friday’s been leading into a bit of a mystery at the moment. Because I was supposed to have plans, but I don’t think those plans are still intact. You know you always hear, “no expectations, no worries” I think those four words have finally settled into my mind and soul. As excited as I felt of the news, I also kept a big portion of myself in check and knew something will happen. Anyways, Kellie put up a Free Write Friday for this week and I love these prompts, but my original idea was for the main character to be a mermaid, kind of like at the beginning of The Little Mermaid. As I kept reading on though, it seemed like that idea wouldn’t match it exactly so this was plan B. Enjoy!

You find yourself in the lower level of an old ship. A calendar on the wall says  1682. There is a small window, and the view is nothing but open sea and a setting sun. There is a staircase and you can see daylight at the top…


I don’t remember much. I remember the smell of freshly mowed grass, kids playing in the street, and my bike breaking apart as I ran right into the incoming car. A second later, I ended up here. At first, I thought I was dead and this was heaven, but I remember my mama telling me as a child that heaven was up above the clouds, they surrounded the angels and they traveled by them as the newbies wouldn’t know how to fly yet. When I opened my eyes and rolled to my left side, I saw the wood flooring and smelled the decay of this strange place I had been transferred to. I push myself up to sit and realize that was a terrible idea as my head began spinning. It was somewhat dark but I could make out the shapes of tables and old lamp shades on the tops of them. I could hear faint sounds of seagulls outside. When my head finally started spinning on me I used the wall to guide myself on my feet again. As I was getting up, I could hear sounds of cracking behind as the wall was apart broken of the pressure I was giving it just leaning up on it. I loosened the pressure a bit and when I got up straight, the ground below caved in and there I went down to the lowest part of whatever I was in.

If I didn’t have any pain before, I definitely had it now. It wasn’t as bad as I had imagined falling through a flooring before, but I dreaded the impact if it ever happened again. The room I was now in, was dark and scary. This time when I went to stand up, I was very careful of both the walls and flooring. The room was huge and full of dust. My sinuses were not impressed by the collection of dust around the place. Since I didn’t have a flashlight on hand, I walked slowly and blindly forward to see what this place was and if there was a way out of it altogether. I took seven steps forward and stumped my big toe on something large on the floor. “Ow! What the hell was that?” I asked out loud. Like anybody could hear me, but weirdly enough I felt like I was being watched. Before going forward, I decided to look down at what I had run my toe into and found a box that clearly said “TNT” on it. I knew it didn’t mean the TV channel and wanted to run the hell of there, but I didn’t even have a clue of where I was though!  I walked a more behind me, staying away from the boxes. As I looked to my left I see this strange and torn slightly paper up on the wall. There was enough light from above where I fell that I could read what it said, it was from the year 1628. I was stunned but interested to wonder why this place that I concluded that it was a ship was on land and not in the bottom of the ocean. The cracks of the wooden walls gave away the beautiful view of the beach, ocean, and sunset on the horizon.

“That was dated a year after we set sail, in case we were out longer than planned.” a voice said behind her, a young man stood behind her in his old and torn clothes. “Don’t be frightened. My name is Calix Baudin. I am not going to hurt you.” He said as he came closer to me. I was too shocked to move from my place. “How can you be here? Is this really heaven?” I said to gripping the wall behind me as he continued to walk closer before stopping just an inch away from each other. I could smell him, a faint scent of cologne and salt water from the ocean. “No, this is not heaven. You are a transporter that is, if you’re wondering how you got here..” Calix said back to her. “What is your name?” Calix said as he raised her left hand and looked at the tiny cuts on her fingers and arms. Some were from the accident, but others weren’t. “My name is Kara.” She said, completely memorized in his piercing green eyes. “Nice to meet you.” He said and kissed her hand and all of her scars were healed instantly from the kiss. “What was that? What did you do?” Kara said to him and had to resist kissing his handsome lips. As he talked to her, it was difficult to focus on the words he was saying, “I have the power to heal physical scars. It seems like you have internal scars that I’m sad I cannot heal. Don’t worry you’re not dying.” I snapped back into reality–or part of it–to hear him say that. “Can you sense everything about me too?” Kara got a little defense at the only guy who has ever taken an interest in her. “Not everything, but most.” His curly blonde locks were another distraction he had about him. “So where are we again? And how do you know that “I’m a transporter?” Kara said and moved out of the corner he had put her in.

“The story starts with our Captain getting greedy while we were at sea. He wanted to rule the small town that we were slowly approaching. I had always known about my powers since I was a young boy, living in Paris. I could feel the way my parents felt about their marriage, my friends Scotty and Gregory’s love for each other but not only did they have to keep it a secret from the outside world but I also had to keep it a secret, and when I knew our ship was going to crash into shore and I tried to our Captain and the men on board I was sent here to live as a prisoner because of practicing witchcraft.” Calix said as he heart began to break into a million pieces in front of her.  She felt bad for this poor soul. “So how did you survive?” Kara said, trying to hold back her tears. “I kept thinking of my love back home. Ashlee was my one and only. She knew about my powers because she had something similar to her and before I left her, she put a hex on me to make sure if anything bad had happened to me. That I would live as everybody else would die of either old age or sickness. However, I didn’t know about that until she died and I couldn’t feel her ever-loving presence anymore.” He walked over the other side of the ship and leaned up against it and the whole thing groaned of his body weight hit the wall. Kara was nervous again that the floor was break again or worse the whole thing fell on top of them. “Why am I here then?” Kara said to distract herself of her thoughts. “I think you are one of her descendants.” He said in a happy tone. She thought back to her family line and couldn’t think of anybody with any powers. “I don’t think I had anybody in my family with that name.” Kara said but she didn’t want to say it out loud as it might break his heart. “If you’re not a descendant, then how did you know I was here?” They looked at each other, puzzled at why they were brought together.


Five Sentence Fiction: Companion


What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.  PS: I did last week’s prompt but forgot to post it on Lillie’s site. If you want to read my mini story of RUINS click here.

This week: COMPANION

The rain poured down onto the ground, refreshing the light brown-green grass and dry sidewalks, people brought out their umbrellas as to others like me just stayed inside all day long and fell asleep listening to it.

When thunder cracked in the velvet blue sky, Rocco hid underneath the table; he usually likes to travel with me but lately as the different seasons would come, his likeness of spring, summer, and fall have changed.

He cries and whimpers until the storm stops, when the loud noises stop he comes out of his hiding place to look outside the window near the door, he watches the rain drop onto the street and his eyes follow each one.

I was bored throughout the entire time the storm came through, but leave it to a dog to find some adventure in a small window of time, I was almost tempted to go to sleep on the couch like every sob case who’s first day of vacation was ruined.

Rocco’s tail waved back and forth, fast as ever, he started barking to go outside but I didn’t even know if it would thunder again; I sat up from my spot and unlatched the door to open it and he went flying out of the room and stayed on the wet sidewalk chasing after the raindrops up above him, at least he found some paradise in today.