Free Write | The Ghosts Of Lord Byron’s Past Regrets

Hello!

So, a couple of weeks ago I was scrolling through Twitter and I don’t really follow a lot of writing accounts, although I have days were I want to go on a follow spree but I have to stop myself in my thoughts because I hardly saw this in the chaos of my timeline! The one account I do follow is called Magic Realism Bot. When I first started reading the various prompts, I realized there are a lot of fantasy and sci-fi but mid-2019, they started asking for other subject suggestions and I think that was my main reason why I haven’t unfollowed in the last few months or so!

After we left for my nephew’s party on the 13th, I fell asleep and when I got up I saw this writing prompt and was immediately inspired to write, but I chose to wait it out a bit to collect my mind because honestly I was fully awake when I saw it. Before I start telling you my story, I want to mention that I haven’t written anything since Christmas so I hope you can forgive me for the many, many mistakes you’ll probably see below. I also hope you enjoy it as well!

And now, here is the prompt:

“You wake up and realize you have turned into Lord Byron.”

Setting is Greece in 1824, Byron is very sick and slowly dying; he’s laying in a makeshift bed in his army’s camp alone. He is hallucinating after the bloodletting operations went unsuccessful for the second time. 

“Where–where am I?”

“I should be with my mates.. on the grassy lands and making plans to attack our enemies.”

The hero, poet, soldier, womanizer is under strict orders to stay in his tent by his doctors. He thought the need to pray at first his illness appeared but he feared that God wouldn’t listen to his selfish cries. As sweat continued to pull down across his face and pain in his stomach became too much to ignore as time went on, he was without a clock or any of his exclusive pleasures to hide away from the shame inside. The longer the blood sat in his body, the more poison would spread and race to his heart. It would be its final resting place to infect and then he would be at peace, or at least he hoped he would.

Before this was to happen, he stirred in his bed covered in the now soaked blankets to keep warm, and closed his eyes reluctantly and fell into a deep sleep. He had hoped it wouldn’t be his last.

Suddenly the faint sounds of children giggling around him. A little girl playing with a long red ribbon, she’s running away from him with a smile across her face. “Wait, come back Augusta! I need you!” he shouted in his empty room. He never opened his eyes, hoping the girl would return if she knew he was asleep, instead the space became quiet again.

Bryon shifted in his bed again, this time turning on his left side, away from the slightly open flap of the tent and away from the curious eyes that would sometimes pear inside to see the non-flamboyant man withering in hell. Unbeknownst himself, he lifted his left arm to make room for the rest of his body and splitting the fresh stitches in the corner of his elbow. He was already experiencing strong pains, one more to add to the endless lists didn’t bother him.

“Oh yes, my Lord.” a seductive voice of an unknown woman appeared in the opposite corner. She was alone with him, enjoying each other’s company very much. A smirk emerged on his face in front of the vivid mirror in front of them. George saw himself in a glance and saw himself kissing a brunette maiden. He liked every hue as long as he was in control, that’s all he asked in their time together. This woman was different though. He knew she was adventurous but nothing could prepare him for the game she wanted to play.

“How about we take this off? Hmm?” He quietly spoke into her ear, and the slight nod reassured he could do anything he wanted with her.

She stood from the chair of the desk and furiously pulled his hands to her back but he continued the kissing on her neck. His fingers worked the way down the tight corset in her middle section of her body. After unlacing the last string away from the rough exterior, he tossed it to the floor. Now she was able to undress by herself now and this meant his hands could explore and wander around her body freely. Once every last garment was off, she turned attention back to him, but something was wrong.

A minute ago, the man was young and incredibly healthy. Now she stood in front of him in disgust. He looked as though they had just finished having sex as he was sweaty but the major difference was he looked miserable. He tried his best to keep standing but a sharp pain his stomach only grew worse and he couldn’t control his rage like she was the cause of it.

She wasn’t though.

The memory of having slept with Mary Shelley stayed playing over and over in his thoughts even after their little affair ended several years before. He remembered every feature, as she was quite the beauty back then as was he at the time too. He knew she was the woman in front of him. He looked down at his weakling body and thought of their ghost stories they read at the Villa Diodati in Switzerland. Could she picture him as her monster? Is this how she created him? Using the body of an worthless man like him right now?

As he tried to approach her one last time, the image of her naked body and the gold rimmed mirror on the wall behind her began fading away. The more steps he made, the quicker the reverie collapsed on itself. Colors of Mary ran through each other and created another landscape. This time the memories were harder to ignore because now he was in a field. He tried to focus on the ground and wondered if he was standing in the middle of a battlefield. The only thing that tore away from this notion was the piercing cry of a child. George squat down but this time not from the lingering pain he suffered.

The child was still screaming, but he had trouble concertating on the source behind it. And then, he yelled out, “Ada!” hoping that if it was in fact Ada in trouble, she would cry out for him again.

“Papa!” Ada returned the signal. The picture of his little girl flourished inside of him. He ran towards the direction she appeared to be in; all the while even more memories and of course overwhelming regrets sat inside his heart. He knew he had to save her. He tried to run faster but he would run out of breath and was forced to stop in his tracks. Ada never stopped shouting for him, nor did he in trying to catch up to her.

After running for a couple minutes, he saw a small child with lightly brown curls and dressed in the simplest dress. The ribbon in his first vision was attached to her hair in a beautiful bow and as he walked towards her, he soon realized this was not what it seemed at all.

He knew she was going to vanish like Mary had in the last flash of torture, this time he wouldn’t let it happen without speaking to her one last time.

“Ada!” Byron debating to walk closer to her, worrying that it would speed up the dreamscape again. “Come here sweetheart. Come over to me please.” He reached his arms out to her but she didn’t budge.

“Why didn’t you love me, Papa?” She spoke to him, never breaking eye contact with him. He was trapped in her gaze and it wasn’t like the moment he had Mary, as that was  pure pleasure to him. This was a burden he longed to forget when he was alone.

“I do love you, my darling daughter.” Byron said to her as he fell to his knees. “You are mine. You always will be…” The pain in his body raptured inside and it was greater than any pain he experienced before. He just couldn’t tell if it was his heart braking or the infection finally hitting its destination, either way he knew his heart was dying.

“I love you Papa!” Ada said with a small wave and then suddenly the look on her face turned to black and Byron snapped out of his dreams. He grunted as he shot up in his bed and tried to turn away to the large bottle of bourbon and spilled out of the bed and landed hard on the dead grass underneath him.

He knew this was the end but he was angry at himself and the memories.

He never got to tell his daughter how much he loved her too. Even though he was obsessed with his booze, war and women. Nothing could take away the love he felt for his sweet daughter. Tears flew down his cheeks along with the sweat that never stopped when he fell down. He was in pain, emotionally, mentally, and physically. He hoped to live to write to Ada about how much she meant to him truly but it wasn’t to be.

George growled into the Earth, and spoke out loud for the last time. “…I love you…”

 What do you think of this story? 

snowflake

Writing Prompt: The Assassin

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So… This is not my regular “Monday” post but I’ve given myself a few days to think about how I wanted to go with this prompt and as much as I was tempted to use my current WIP (work in progress) story that I’ve tried to write since November 2016, I wanted to go in another direction and use my other idea I that have had stuck in the depths of my brain. There’s a lot of stuff back there, so the fact that it’s wanting to be up front is a bit crazy!

I found the prompt on Maris McKay’s blog again, and it was “The fireworks cover the sound of breaking glass. They climb out the window and start running with a grin on their face. Today is Independence Day.” I used the prompt in a different way than expected but I hope everyone still enjoys it 🙂


I honestly don’t remember how I got here.

All I know is that I’m tumbled over on a very hard surface, the dirt on the ground seeps into the fresh cuts on my body and burns as I attempt to sit up again. I have to use both of my arms with the rest of the strength left in my body to move around. Once I flip around to my back and rearrange my lifeless legs forward, I began to wipe off the excess dirt off my arms and legs and look at my surroundings, searching for my chair.

The building is huge, but barely hanging on to itself. The windows are shattered and ceiling tiles are slowly pulling apart from each other and floating away by the wind outside. I quickly realize that I am in an old hangar that now holds the most random things, I knew about the junkies but not the large metal elements, that look like could be the innards of airplanes and cars. This should be interesting trying to find my wheelchair in this mess! As the thought creeps out of my head, an older man is standing in the back with a blank expression on his face.

“I’m surprised you’re alive!” He shouted while cleaning a metallic can in his hands. “I mean, considering that guy was kicking the living shit out of you.” He tosses the can into the fairly large stack of junk plastered up against the wall. He finally sighs and starts to work over to me.

“Well, I would be up by now, if I could find my chair.” The woman says, with a groan as her sides were certainly in a lot of pain right now. She was pretty sure one of her ribs was broken, but he didn’t need to know that.

The man stopped and looked at her funny, “what chair?” he said as he began to look around the place and search for anything that even resembling a chair of sorts. He did find pretty clean white car outside, but before he wondered who that belonged to, the blonde and bruised lady in front of him in the distance took his attention back to the fact that she was now looking for something in this pigsty.

“It’s mine.” She said as he continued to admire the car. “Also, I use a wheelchair to get around, and before that asshole started attacking me, he pulled me out of it and threw it somewhere in here.” At least I hope it’s in here. This statement made him look at her with a puzzled again, but before he could say another word a noise behind her startled them in the back of the place.

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Kady turned to her left side, but not before taking out what looked like three dark sticks from the side of right boots. That’s when the man noticed a gun located directly at her back around her waist on a  thin belt once she removed them and began to scoot on her hands, softly around the crooked maze in front of her.

Bang! Bang!

The mystery man took shelter, using the mess around them but realized she was exposed and defenseless, so unless she had a cool magic trick to make with those things in her hands, she was done for and his job was done. As he crouched down on the ground, he watched the scene play out between the two of them.

“Who’s there?!” Kady said, as her hand full of three lightly green colored darts laid in the palm of her hand behind her. “Roy, is that you coming back for more?” She knows if she’s not careful that she will not win this fight either, she thought about using her gun, but she doesn’t want to cause any more damage then she already has, so these are her only lifeline right now.

“How are you not dead Kady?!” A deep voice echoes off in front of her, and she takes a guess on where he could be located, and hopefully she’s right. Roy sounded a bit shake-y, like he knows he’s in trouble for offering to go after her in the first place. “You know I don’t want to do this.” He speaks again, wanting for an answer from her, but it’s quiet. He knows that’s never a good sign.

Swoosh! Clung.

He gasps loudly, staring wide-eyed at the pine tree lookalike dart stuck on the tin metal wall in front of him. The man is covered in sweat from head to toe, and he knows she’s close to him. He also knows he has some of her blood splattered onto his clothes but that’ll help prove to know he killed the #1 enemy on the block. However, he knew he needed to move or she’ll try to sneak up on him, which is what she did in a way, especially when the second dart arrived in a bad spot.

Ahh!

“Fucking bitch!” He shrieked as the next dart landed at his lower backside. He quickly wondered if they were laced with toxic poisons, but he didn’t want to dwell on that too much this time as he pulled it out with a fast tug and began to slowly walk away from his position.

Kady is lying on the ground directly behind a now groaning Roy. “Why were sent to kill me Roy? You better tell me, or I can reserve this last target for your head or your heart. It’s your choice.” Kady said as she scooted across the room, on her hands, her legs leaving inconvenient dragging marks as she continued on to her mission.  Finally, she spots an opening toward her right arm, but instead of striking the beast, she decides to change things up and patiently waits for his response.

“Marcus wanted it done.” He explained, with a sad tone in his voice. He was afraid of what he heard Kady could to a man who turned on her. “He said, after the fourth of July and we would get our independence day, and be free of you.” Wrong answer. He knew that wasn’t the smartest thing to say to an assassin but he was in lots of pain and it just came out. “He said, you were a nuance and that you wouldn’t be the only one. He’d go after your whole league.” Roy finally broke down into tears and collapsed on himself but was frightened again when Kady appeared on the other side of the crate like wall between them, with one last dart tightly locked in her hand.

Kady quietly smiled at him in the same way he did before running for cover. Roy tried to get up once last time to runaway from her but it wasn’t going to happen with his injury, so he knew he was an easy picking.

“Tell your boss that if he hurts anybody else, I will kill him.”  Kady said with one last jab, the dart stabbed him in the upper thigh and watched him wince in pain as his leg started to rapidly bleed through his jeans. Now, with her mission sort of finished, she asked him one last question. “By any chance do you know where my chair is?” She said in a charming voice. All Roy could do was obey and point north and watched her fade away from view and heard her grab ahold of the chair that was tipped over on its side, and gradually climb in it and once she was safely seated, she began to collect her darts but once she made it back to Roy for the last one, she slightly pinched the end of it and watched him groan on the floor, not so confident now. She pulled on it and once out, she wiped it on his shirt and slid them back into her boot. “You’ll need to think twice before messing with me Roy.”

After rolling away from the wounded Roy, she found the older man who had ran back into his office and was suddenly terrified of her now. “Call an ambulance for him, okay?” She calmly said to him, while he could only motion a nod to her. She nodded back and lifted the front of her chair over the cracked concrete and went towards her car. She smelled the fresh air as she searched her keys inside her other boot and it clicked twice, unlocking the door. She parked her chair by the front seat and wrapped her arms around the side of the seat and inside of the car to pull herself in to sit down. She quickly took the brakes off and folded it up and threw it in the backseat before starting up the car and closing the door to drive away.

So, what did you think of my “little” free write of the week?

snowflake

Weekend Fun!

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Howdy!

I think it’s fair to say I had fun over the weekend! My mom and dad went out for a late birthday lunch as it was my mom’s birthday last week. So I got to spend time with my grandparents. Whenever I go over there, my nana usually has me doing little jobs for her that I know how to do on your laptop or little ones around the house. I was trying to grab the handy mini can opener for the pop can and she’s been letting me use this at her house, as soon as I got my toes around in the box she had already opened it. It was like beat the clock and I had failed once again. It was also lunch time when I go over there too, so I eat a can of soup or sometimes I do what I did that day, just eat cottage cheese and ice cream. Sometimes if I have a lot to say, it’s better to eat less!

When my mom first pushed me into the kitchen, I saw that they had gotten two new Archaeology Magazines. The week before they got the newest edition but I guess the two that we missed came in too! I’ll read the bigger articles whenever I go back if papaw hasn’t hidden them away somewhere. There’s a section inside these magazines that I’ve just fallen in love with, it’s two pages and on them is a picture of the globe and they have little information from different countries. Sometimes they can be really interesting and the rest of the time they’re a little gross! The main thing I like to do, well my nana has me do, I like to read them out loud. I’ve always been the slower reader in school and of all magazines to read out loud, it’s this type of magazine! Imagine all of these big ass words! I’m getting less frustrated with them though, before I just wanted to cry whenever I got up to these words now I make a joke out of them and it makes the both of us laugh. I’ve found its less pressure if I can make people laugh in the middle of reading these articles.

While I was busy hanging out with my grandparents, my parents went out to Red Lobster and to the store. The first ever alcohol drinks she ever got me to like were these Strawberry Daiquiri slushies. I liked them at first but since I just slip them the icy parts melt too fast for me and it no longer tastes any good! Well, two summers ago my friend Sammy had this Baha Mama slushie drink and I had a spoonful and man was it good! It hardly had a burn to it. The funny part of the story was I didn’t know my mom was planning on drinking that night so when they went to grab stuff and saw these my dad went “which one of these does Meghan like?” So it was his idea (and he admitted to it!) and now have two left over. She had two out of her three already! That was first drink since NYE. I got to see Sammy, Chey, and Chevy too! Chey went to her first concert ever over the weekend. I was pretty proud of her!

On Sunday, my day was a bit duller. I knew we were going over to the garage for our Sunday dinner, but my mom wanted to take a nap beforehand and while I was bored waiting to go over, I started writing out bands that I listen to because towards the end of the night John and a friend our neighbors kept asking me what kind of bands I normally listen to, so I thought I’d do myself a bit of good and write out. I listed 42 on this note card. 41 were on my iPod, one wasn’t but it’s on my Spotify I don’t know how I managed to remember it! When I woke up that morning, it was like 10am and my mom gave me cereal for breakfast, normally I don’t like to eat first thing in the morning. I have to be in the mood for it or if it is chocolate related! By the time we left to go over to eat, I was past hungry.  John made steak, red potatoes, salmon and corn on the cobb. In other words, we ate like kings! I stayed sober this time around even though dad let me have a sip of his tomato beer, just tomato juice and a bud light. It was disgusting! My mom and I were surprised he let me take a sip of his beer! We didn’t stay over very long this time around as my mom had to get up early for work in the morning.

When we left, I wanted to go around the backyard and see the babies. This past weekend, I got to see them more than I usually do since they’re really not supposed to be inside. I started off by spending some with Tubby, since he’s the keeper of the porch now. He loves to be around people or around my mom, Blondie and I. He likes to give hugs and purrs the whole time. The others are another story entirely. Bootsie, Grumpy, Bear-Bear, Midget, and Stormy are all used to my big wheelchair. The little ones are not as they still run away from me. When I went in the back after being with Tubby, they were all a little spooked when I came towards them. They didn’t start coming around me until Midget and Bootsie came up first and then they rushed behind. I tried to take pictures of them but they kept moving away as soon as I would take a picture. Surprisingly I didn’t have a bad time dealing with the mosquitos like I thought I would, but I also didn’t want to test it out by staying out longer either.

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My mom let me wear my British flag shirt. I got it for Christmas but the neckline is way too long for me, but whenever we go places I want to wear it so she put it on me and we had to use a safety pin to fix the excess so it didn’t slide off my shoulders and show more cleavage than it needed to! I don’t have white plain pants, except for these capris that have mini colored hearts on them. So that is what I wore over to my nana;s, later on that night my mom changed my shirt to my Captain America shirt so I wouldn’t have to worry about the damn safety pin. The first thing my neighbor told me when I got done parking, he wants to get a pair of pants like mine. Two days later the image of him with the pants on were stuck in my head. Not a pretty picture I have to say!

11866392_10200653414295869_2354782680374767665_nOn Sunday, I wore my new skull T-shirt I got from Wal-Mart a few months ago. My nana had to fix the neckline as it was way too long in the front and revealed more than it needed to! It’s tight around my stomach so I don’t see my dad putting it on me very much as he hates tight shirts on me. Not as a parent thing, as he thinks being that tight I’ll only wear a few times before it becomes too small for me! I no longer judge my clothes that way as I still have a shirt that I got in 2006-07 from church and it STILL fits me! It’s not tight in my stomach area, but it around getting my arms into the sleeves. I have maybe another year or two left on wearing it. As far as pants, my mom put me in gray shorts but I wanted to wear pants as I knew where I would be sitting, it would be cold. I was right but she brought over her long/knee high fuzzy socks for me to wear! Those are so nice! I’m proud to say I can put those on as well!

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Cute Blog Award

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There’s nothing better going on your blog whenever you’re basically off your blogging mojo and find out you’ve been nominated for a blog award! This is my first time that I’ve been nominated for this adorable award! A new friend of mine, who has been loving my Tune Tuesday posts lately. I don’t really get any feedback on those types of posts and she’s been taking care of that and building me up to finding more and interesting artists and groups to showcase on my blog! Her name is Amanda and she runs a blog called Tea Time Tails. it is awesome and fun! So thank you dear for the nomination!

Here are the rules:

  1. Thank the person that nominated me.
  2. Answer the following questions.
  3. Tell my readers something new about me.
  4. Nominate my own favorite blogs.

Questions:

What is your “go to” brand of makeup?

Um, I don’t wear makeup on a daily basis. I don’t even like using chapstick/lip balm. When you can’t do it yourself, things like makeup aren’t anything special.

What is your favorite fashion trend?

I love, love, love plaid shirts! Especially the button up shirts, hell button up silky shirts are another favorite! And then my ultimate favorite fashion trend are floral headbands. I’ve never worn them but I think they look beautiful on everybody else!

What is your favorite dessert?

I love ice cream a lot. I’ve never really liked cake, like birthday cake in general, because of all the frosting on it! However, I’ve been turning into a big cupcake fan, because it’s got the right amount of frosting/cake for me to handle!

What is your favorite color?

Purple, black, red…anything in the dark/bold colors. I’ve got a small obsession with baby blue too!

What is your middle name?

Elizabeth.

What is the last song you listened to?

In The End – Black Veil Brides

Dogs or cats?

Cats. I love bigger dogs though!

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Music Video Review: One Direction’s “Night Changes”

I think I’ve been getting lazier as the days go by. It might the colder temperatures or it could just be me altogether. Whatever the reason though, I thought I’d push aside my normal Tune Tuesday routine and do a music video review instead. This one has been long overdue, but considering I can’t stop thinking about what I would talk about I need to let this out. So bear with me as I talk about One Direction. Again.

One Direction released their second music video to help promote their album, Four on November 21st. See, I told you it was long overdue! I wasn’t on the hype for it after being disappointed with their music video for “Steal My Girl” but leave it to me, once they posted a collage photo of the different scenes of the guys, I’ll be honest a spark got me excited. Something about that collage made me think of Christmas. So when it was released, it didn’t take me long before I had to watch it. Probably a good two or three hours worth depending whether or not I saw it early in the morning and had to wait until somebody got up to watch it with the music playing. Each verse is separated out with Zayn being first, then Liam, Harry, Louis and lastly Niall. All five boys have different scenes by themselves and they act like they’re taking a girl out on five different places. Seems like every hardcore 1D fan’s dream honestly!

When I first heard the song “Night Changes” I just loved it! I unfortunately had to wait until the release date of the album to hear it. Every link I found on YouTube wouldn’t load fast enough or the quality was awful. The radio also played “Steal My Girl” and “Ready To Run” more than this single. This song has a very slow, but strong romantic feel to it. Of course, I wanted the music video to have some element of a romantic vibe to reflect the song. Thankfully, I did get that this time around. For each “date” it was very adorable and quirky to see how each one would respond to each date. My favorite date out of all five is probably between Liam and Harry’s. I’ve got it on my bucket list that I’d actually like to go on a date to a carnival. Technically in a way, I already have but that’s another story! Honestly, Harry’s date was the most ideal date. I could see him sliding all over that skating rink, Best acting out of the whole thing would have to be Zayn. I’ll explain why next. I said the photo collage had a Christmas feel to it right? Well, one of them had an ideal wintery/Christmas feel date. Niall wore an ugly sweater for his date and had a fire-place in his part. Very home-y but romantic kind of date.

 Although things seem so sweet and innocent, nothing would stay that way, especially for a One Direction video. There has to be some element of being hilarious whether it be in the background of it or just in front. As soon as it gets  to 2:29 all hell breaks loose. From the first time watching it, you are immediately swoon by the feelings of romance but then things drastically change and it is hilarious how all five dates end very badly.  Out of all the endings, the worst way to end a date were probably Liam, Harry and Louis’s. Liam throws up after going on a go-cart ride by using his dates hat, Harry wants to do a spin as a couple like professional skaters who have practiced on that exact move for weeks and breaks his arm and his date’s ankle and Louis gets arrested for speeding. In a way, I think every girl likes a bad boy so getting one speeding ticket wouldn’t consider not getting a second date but that’s just me! Both Niall and Zayn’s dates were bad but not as bad. Accidents happen, even if one’s shirt gets caught on fire. The reason why I like Zayn’s acting on how his date turned out was that honestly no matter how a date turns out with Zayn, you never walk away from him! He almost made me cry and I’m not kidding either!

I really liked this music video a lot more than the first one. Nothing was awkward about it, too much in it, or anything. If you were going out on a date with anybody, this might be a good video to watch ahead of time. I’m being serious here. If these dates were real, with different people (sorry 1D fans!) and the situations were still the same. Would you really walk away? I mean, I see Liam or Harry’s date not on the top of getting a second date anytime soon, but accidents do happen. I’m getting a little too serious with this review. I’ll stop here while I’m ahead. Hopefully the next music video review I do won’t take me three weeks to make. I hope you enjoyed this! Which date was your favorite?