The Originals Inspired FSF: Innocence

On Wednesday, I devoted a whole post for my superhero and villains and recapped my thoughts on the season finale of Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. so I thought if the word fit well enough with what all happened on The Originals finale than I’d mix it in with this week’s Five Sentence Fiction. The cool part about this is that I had actually done this with The Vampire Diaries at the beginning of the season, it kind of feels like I’ve come full circle considering both of these shows are ending on the same week. (No, I haven’t cried yet.) If you haven’t finished the last few episodes then I wouldn’t suggest reading this piece at all. If you have watched it, WHO CRIED?! I know I did. I’ve been very curious of how this episode would end to be quite honest with you, I’ve been scared of all of the character’s fates. Most importantly Hayley and the little baby. At the ending of last week’s, the baby was coming and the beginning of Tuesday’s episode when Klaus finally makes it to the church the witches are ready for the birth and when Klaus goes to attack mid-delivery the witches throw him up against the wall and trap him there. After the baby is born, Monique slits Hayley’s throat that way she wouldn’t take off with her. Klaus and Elijah have a few seconds to mourn the loss of Hayley, but do everything in their power to get that baby back. The ending is just a roller coaster of feelings. It was a beautiful but a heartbreaking episode! Exactly what a season finale should be honestly.

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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.

This week: INNOCENCE

The world is a cruel place, enemies spoil the simple joys of life with good is overshadowed by the bad.

A baby can bring hope and happiness  to every situation.

It’s time for sleepless nights, early morning feedings, and an endless amount of dirty diapers.

Instead this little family is being ripped at the seams for the sake of the newborn baby.

As tears roll down the mother and father’s faces, the fear of the unknown and heartache of missing this child grow up; she will grow up with the only known trusted family member left and she will give this world a run for their money one day.

The Stocks Of Wheatland

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It started like a regular day, but sadly it wasn’t a normal day for Martin Scott. He has been promised by his family that he’d start eating better. He was not in the mood to argue with his family, so he just agreed to make them happy. He didn’t think he was overweight, but has been over the average weight of a male in his early twenties. When his mother saw him take more than one plate full of food at the family reunion, she began to get worried for her youngest son and his health. After talking it over with the rest of her children and husband, they all agreed to comfort him about it. That afternoon was hell for the both of them. She didn’t want to embarrass him, but she knew it had to be done. Martin got a call from his oldest sister Lisa to come over to their parent’s house, as they were going to have a family meeting. Martin wasn’t excepting much or that it would be about him. When he arrived, his brothers and sisters greeted him and gave him hugs. His mother and father sat in the living room, just waiting. They didn’t even say hi to him. When they all sat on the couches they let loose on him and told him about what they really thought about his body image. It started off like a normal and calm conversation, Martin had thought trying to lose weight in the past but nothing ever fell through. When his mother started bawling because she couldn’t take the pressure. Even though she was crying and everybody was perfect in their lives, he decided to take the deal to get out of there quick.

Martin didn’t even last four hours after leaving his parents’ house. He went to the nearest drive through and order his last fattening meal. The next day, his sisters took him to the store and showed him foods he could eat and the things he can’t anymore. He absolutely hated going with them, especially by himself with his nieces and nephews again. At least he’s mother stayed at home. They took everything back to his house and they even brought him his own healthy cookbook. Martin thought it was very sweet of them to help him out but something told him he wouldn’t last long on this diet stuff. They showed him to make a “skinny” meal with wheat pasta, lots of healthy vegetables, and a light sauce to go on top. He would rather like his normal pasta, lots of sauce and no vegetables a lot more right now, but he knew with his sisters were in his home that wasn’t going to be an option. When everything was done, his other sister showed him how to count calories and made him drink naturally flavored water. He did like the water, but it was the food that didn’t set well with him. As soon as he took the first bite. He had the urge to spit it back out onto his napkin but of course his sisters were right there, watching him for a positive reaction. So he played one up for them! As they high-five each other and grinned ear to ear, he wanted to throw up his food!

 After he has basically shoved his nasty tasting foot into his mouth and taking a drink after every bite. He thought it was all over, until his younger sister Sara pulled out this raw strawberry pie. Raw meaning nothing was cooked inside. As much as he loves frozen foods, especially sugary foods, this was not the perfect first healthy dessert. He had to give her some credit though, the first two bites weren’t that bad until he let it sat out and talked to his sisters about the possibility of working out in the gym, more recipes inside the cookbook, and counting calories. The taste of the pie got worse and worse. It was no longer frozen anymore and tasted very bland. He stood by his promise and ate all of his small piece. He was glad that they cut him a small slice. When they were finished, he offered to wash the dishes as he knew where they went in the cabinet. They sat at the table, continuing to talk about what all he could eat for the next six days. He so dreaded the fact that they were talking about it. The worst was to come though, as they got up to grab their bags and leave him to be alone. Sara had remembered that she had a half pie in her bag and showed him that he could have it for the rest of the week, but only a small slice. He put on a brave face when she showed him the half eaten pie. When he was finally done washing the dishes, he did feel refreshed but also starving! Lisa and Sara left to go back to their families but said to call anytime he needed to in the week for advice. He smiled at their gesture and walked them to the door. When they left the house, he closed the door and wanted to put everything they got today in the trash.

Around 11pm, he got a text from his brother Jordan that he should go running with him in the morning. When he texted back asking what time he usually goes, Jordan texted back with “5-6:30am so he could get his kids on the bus for school.” Martin wanted to scream in horror! Five or six in the morning to go running was not his kind of excercise! He texted back “no thanks.” He put his phone on silent for the rest of the night. He started to get tired and was starting to hear his stomach growl for more food, but he promised his family to try lose weight. So he ignored his stomach and turned off the TV and lights around the house and went to sleep in his bed. When he crashed into his comfortable bed, he began to dream suddenly. His body was trying to wake him by telling he was hungry again. He ignored the noises and pulled the blanket over his body and escaped his hunger or so he thought. His dreamscape brought him to a cute little village, but why was he dreaming about a village that a kid could have fun? He was confused but didn’t fight it as he could no longer hear his stomach growling. He awoke to a bunch of grains looking at him weirdly. “What is he?” One stock said to another. “I think he’s a human.” An aged stock said to the rest.”A HUMAN?! Do you think his come to pick us like the others do?!” A very twitchy stock said to the aged stock. “Oh how about you all shut up.” Martin said to the very large stocks without opening his eyes. “Oh!” They all gasped as his words. “How about you make us.” The twitchy one didn’t like to be mean, but if he wanted a fight he was going to get one. Martin shot straight up and faced the stocks and now that his eyes were open, he could see them muttering words to each other. “AHHH! What the hell? You can talk!” Martin shouted at them. “Well, thank you for finally standing up but killing our friends.” Martin looked down at the stomped stocks below him. Oops!

“Wha-How did I get here?” Martin said to the stocks that were now mad at him and mourning the deaths of the stocks he landed on. “That’s all you have to say for yourself!” The twitchy stock said, with his light green leaves on what looked to be his hips. Martin was confused about what was going on around him. “I-I-I-I’m sorry I guess.” He said to them. “Oh please, you’re never sorry.” A female stock with what looked like baby grains at the sides of her. “What are you looking at son?” An angry stock who must’ve been her husband said to him with a deep voice. Martin was starting to think Sara had put alcohol inside that vegan pie! “I am sorry, I really am!” Martin said, “especially about your family members. I didn’t mean to kill them. I just don’t know where I am. One minute I was asleep in bed and now I’m here. Where am I?” Martin said the stocks that surrounded him, who now looked at him with sympathy. “You are in Wheatland son.” The aged stock stood besides his people and the twitchy one put down his arms from his waist. “My name is  Beer” Martin that it was a strange name but he’s heard worse. “Well, Beer? This is a weird question, do you know how to get back to my bed?” Martin said while fiddling with his thumbs while two little stocks look him over. “These are my grandsons Rye and Bun. Boys, be nice.” Beer said nicely to the young stocks of wheat. “Wow!” Martin whispered to himself. A little voice appeared in the distance of field of wheat. “I know how to get you out of here.” She was dainty and covered in blue. “My name’s Blueberry at your service.” She said as she hopped around the stocks and Martin. “Just follow me.”

“Were not finished with him yet.” The twitchy stock said while tugging onto Martin’s arm. “He hasn’t been brought to justice for his crimes.” He said while the crowd shouted in agreement. “Well, if you stays here it’ll just mean more will show up and kill more of you.” The little blueberry said to the twitchy stock. Everybody started muttered again. “Very well, you can take him. Lenny let go.” Lenny? Martin thought to himself. “Out of all the names of bread you can come up with, you name him Lenny?” Martin shouted at the stocks and started laughing. “Man, didn’t you get the short end of the stick.” The little blueberry started hopping away before the riots erupted. “You better leave now son before we arrest you.” Martin grinned and said “Oh, what are you going to arrest me with?” Martin would get his answer, when two very strong twigs tangled her wrists and legs and stumbled onto the ground. Martin started to roll around to try to break free. “STOP!” Blueberry had hopped back to rescue him “Untie him, now!” She said in a loud and firm voice, “he thinks he can make fun of us.” Lenny had put his leave like arms back to his hips and stood firmly by his decision. When Blueberry looked back at Martin he now had a twig over his mouth. “Beer, let him go. I’ll take him to Candyland where he will be brought to justice for his crimes.” More muttering from the other stocks. “All right, you can take him, just get him out of my sight.” Beer said and nodded the twigs to be untied from Martin’s body. “Come on” Blueberry said as she hopped away from the stocks and Martin followed behind her, walking slowly because he was too busy watching out the other twigs around his feet.

Intruders Of The Mind

UntitledSince I was born, I could hear everything around me more clearly than my parents. I could hear their feet getting up out of bed when I would cry in the middle of the night. When they would go into the kitchen, grab a bottle out of the fridge, fill it up and warm it up in the microwave and then walk up the stairs again to come comfort me and as I got older I learned how many steps they took to be next to me. The amount of steps to take was 26. I don’t have OCD, but hearing more than a normal person has created other illnesses within me to keep me from being a normal person. It started when I was about five years old, I would have a nightmare about an ugly monster living inside my closet. It would come out when I was in a deep sleep, but I would hear it breathing next to my ear. It steps heavy on the floor and bumps into my dressers and drawers, making the books and stuffed animals fall off. Funny thing was, when I would wake up that monster would be the size of a seed but it made that much of racket and created the illusion of a bigger monster was to come later. When he waved at me from down on the floor, my tears would start to fall and I’d cry for my parents when they’d come in to be near me they would say “nothing’s there” but yet he would be there with his hand crossed looking at me slyly, I’d still be crying and my parents kept saying “there was nothing to be afraid of what’s not there.” They were real and I had created them in my mind.

When I was a teenager, the monsters got smaller and smaller until they turned into words. Every word, every sentence became a bigger monster. When I would go to school, the voices would start to shout at me, telling me to kill and love each of them to pieces. Every person I came into eye contact with was being judged with another voice inside my mind. “She is ugly!” one would say, in a high falsetto voice. “I think she’s pretty!” another would say, this time in a child’s voice. The ones that would whisper deep within, was from a demonic voice saying the words “kill her.” I had to fight back the tears in my seat, from the age five to 17 I would pee my pants in fear of the chaos inside. They would not leave me alone. Instead of being the good child when I came home from school, I would go into my room and throw my bag full of homework that will be completely and I went into my escape and that’s where the voices were at their peak and I was free to cry in silence. I would crawl underneath my bed and look up to the wooden box that the bed springs were resting on. So many memories lied within the words already written in place. Each bed I ever had, had words and sentences that never made sense to anyone but myself. It would be covered with the truth and lies of what each voice would say about myself, my parents, and what the outside would thought of me.

I tried to get help as a young age, but there was no helping the demons that appeared on top of the shrinks head, they were tickling their ears and nose. They traveled down their bodies were loose hairs and giggle their way down and stomp on his shoulders, thighs, knees, toes, and fingers with such force you would think thee pain was caused from falling down a large case of stairs. It was hard to heal what was easily the best form entertainment to an only child. When they would ask, “what do you see, child?” I would freeze up as I had made a promise to one of the monsters that I would never describe them to anybody, but when I was 15 I couldn’t take the pressure of keeping in a dumb secret like this. “They look like little elves, but not like Santa’s elves. They cause chaos to everything I look at and the pain you’re feeling right now was made from them right now.” I gave up trusting them as they were tearing me apart piece by piece. When the shrink looked at himself and saw the places that were burning of pain, nothing was there. “Don’t say what my parents said to me as a kid. They do exist. They’re there, I can only see them.” I would say out loud in front of the shrink, who would start writing in his pad of paper again. When it was time to leave, he excused me out of his office into the waiting area so he could discuss my actions with my parents. When they came out, they had a small piece of paper in my mother’s hand of a prescription  of a medicine that would “help” cure the monsters that roamed freely around me. That first day was pure heaven; I was normal for once. I was no longer looking for them anymore or counting how many steps a person took in the house. Seventeen days later, the monsters had found a way into my ear canal and said clearly, “we’re back.”

Some of them where from the elves, as some where formed from the people I had meant around town. I had remembered what each person who talked to me sounded like and mimicked their voice to make them say what a monster would say. I was in a panic, I was being good and taking my medicine but we would run out for three days at a time to get a new refill, it was like a jail sentence all over again. They were just voices, some in accents and others in softer tones. It was exhausting to have them back filling the void of being normal. They said they had mourned that I had destroyed their bodies, but since I had a great memory I had brought them back to life with their voices. It was scary to think that thirty days ago, I could only hear one voice, my voice. Now here they were again, making me write underneath my bed. Writing instructions of what I should do and who I should be. They would be angry that when I was on my medicine I had slashed “x’s” on each rule and then once they were done yelling at me, I was back to sanding each part down with new wood and I’d be right back to were I had started. I wasn’t alone in my mind but I had so longed to be again. When the pharmacy refilled my contains, I felt like unbalance of happiness and conflict between the demons and myself. I wanted to be a good person again, but they controlled my body the most. At my worst, my parents would have to hold me down to force feed me the pills in order for me to take them. I was consumed with them that I fought hard to regain strength in not taking them at all, even spitting them out while my father held my head and hushing me to relax, if two pills escaped from my tongue to reach them and go down the back of my throat, down to my stomach, I could feel the demons running away.

I would be crying for my friends who nobody had ever meant or seen. I had tried to make myself gag in hopes of the pills spilling out in the process. My parents would be there, holding me tightly as I sat there waiting for the medicine to reach the source and then the sounds and feel of heaven erupted inside and the enemy was gone. As days went on, my mother and I were closer and my father and I bonded over our common traits, hair, eyes, and our love of golf. When the sun was high up in the sky and the birds sang away in the trees, I cried tears of joy of what I was surrounded by, a believable heaven that only a person who has once lived in a hell could only see. Rain and storms never terrified me because of the demons I have faced that were much more scarier than something could easily break trees, power lines and rip roofs off a house. I had a chance to analyze what I was able to experience without a monster waking me like a dream. Each day was the same, just different dates and conversations. At the end of every month was also the same, everytime I had tried to break a pill in half at the last two weeks of the month, I’d be out again and they’d start to creep back in. It was heartbreaking to feel the darkness swept in like wind, my family was in fear of letting me out of the house when I was out or ever leaving me alone in my bedroom for the fear of my demons taking over and I’d have nothing left to drown the agony, they knew I had stashed a knife somewhere in my room but didn’t know where. I didn’t ever know where until the time of ten voices came waltzing inside the core of my brain. It was a constant struggle; a beautiful chaos inside my ruined mind.

#FWF – The Beginning Of The End

Hello and Happy Good Friday! I actually got to sleep in this morning and so if you start to see some sentences not making any sense, just bear with me. As soon as I saw today’s Free Write Friday prompt I thought I was going to jump for joy. I don’t know why but destruction prompts are somewhat fun and can be easy sometimes to write about too. Even if you don’t like these kinds of prompts, you can still change it up a bit. This image is copyrighted so you’re going to have to click here, if you want to see the image.  I hope you all enjoy!

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It all sounded like a really bad storm. Like a tornado had whipped through our little city and tore it to pieces. The power was gone, the wind was gone, but the sun was still out as bright as it could be. When we started hearing screams, cries, and heavy knocks at different doors, we ran for our shelter house door and peaked a look at what was going on. My uncle had tried to see what all the fuss was about by actually going outside, we tried to get him to stay inside but he was too drunk already to stay inside. Once my dad and grandpa opens those doors, he stumbled up those narrow stairs and as soon as he was in the clear of the way of the doors, they closed him again. We all stood there in silence, wondering how everything was going to play out. At first it was quiet, you could hear little talk from the outside, but not very much. Next minute we started to hear every voice on our block stop talking within five minutes of themselves like a Gen. Sargeant had went and commanded them to shut up. Even Uncle Boris’ voice was gone. We knew that wouldn’t be an easy thing considering when he’s drunk, he’s the life of the party. Next thing we heard was a sworn of bees flying over us, high up in the air. We were all scared down in the shelter of what that noise could be, but we stayed quietly in our places until it stopped completely.

When the time was right and Uncle Boris never returned back, my dad and grandfather, grabbed their hunting gear and rifle guns and told us all to as far back into the shelter house as possible. Which means, they wanted us to use the tunnels. Our family has been here for centuries and according to legend, at the end of these tunnels sources say that there are others making their way to other states. We would be a long journey, but we’ve been told by stories that it was well worth it. When my dad gave these orders, my mom and Aunt Sally, gathered all of the kids including me, which I thought I could be a bigger help by staying with them, but they forbid it because they needed somebody old enough to protect everybody else. “Come on, Olivia! Let’s go!” Aunt Sally yelled as my mother and my brothers and cousins were already heading down the tunnels. I was such a daddy’s girl that I didn’t want to leave him and grandpa behind to fend for themselves but I didn’t want to disobey them either so I gave them both a hug and ran over to the tunnel door and climbed in. Lucky for me, I am such a tomboy that I could hear my cousins complaining about the dirt and roots getting into their hair and clothes. It didn’t mind me, but as soon as Aunt Sally was in, the doors from the outside world were gone and the lights entering the tunnels came on. One by one we crawled into the underground in search of our next hideout. We knew that they would follow us but we didn’t know how it would take them to explore what happened to our neighbors.

We entered our first rest stop, All of us were exhausted, we had been crawling on our knees for about two hours. In every storm, mama goes and put out bottled water in the hideaway pockets of the tunnels just in case. They get changed out every three months in case the water was to spill overtime or get bad from being around the dirt, bugs, and roots. We had less than amount of water for all of us, but we made do because we only needed a little bit before we reached our destination. After our nice little break, we tuckered onward and I hadn’t even taken a few steps before the ground started to shake violently. Dirt was falling over head and we were all praying that the tunnels didn’t collapse on us as we scooted over them. After it was over, we just stood in our places for five to ten seconds and moved on. A little bit of an hour later, we had each the other end of the tunnel into another old family home. Once we were inside the basement, we locked the tunnel door and went silently up the stairs. We all kept our guards up in case there were any strangers inside the house, but our grandfather keeps the house very clean and comfortable in case we’d have to use it like right now. All around the house were blankets, pillows, and clothes by the dozen like he was about to go on a big camping trip. Aunt Sally and my mother went into the kitchen and collected as much food and water as they could, I kept walking around the big slightly empty house, it didn’t have windows he had them dark to make it look like the house was abandoned and unusable. Every room in that house was dark except for the first room by the living room. He kept that room covered in blinds and drapes. I decided to look inside and saw the stuff everything on the floor, big books of maps and drawings of different things. Grandpa was a thinker and thought about everything, he was a news story junkie. As I was going through his stuff, I kept hearing noises from outside.

The noises weren’t normal, as it’s generally a quiet neighborhood but this was strange noises like crowds of people on both ends of the block directing people from that entire area to be inspected. I gently put my hands up against the blinds to help see out and everybody had red faces and tears streaming down their cheeks. My oldest cousin Jan came in and went to the other window next to me and got a glimpse of the chaos outside. “Liv, what’s going on out there?” Jan said as he just stared out and watched his friends and their families walking in a line to the top of the line. They watched Jan’s best friend Sean and his family get to the front of the line and they went up the men in gas masks and heavy skin gear, either this was a government cleanse or it was for something much worse. When Sean got examined by the “doctor” he looked scared and worried because the kid had asthma, when he man asked him to take a deep breath he had to take out his inhaler in case he’d go into an attack and when he reached for his pocket, the guards behind me got antsy and saw it as a threat and shot him in the back of the head. “NO!” Jan shouted out the window. I grabbed him and pulled him down and away from the windows. He was crying and wanting to scream for his friend. I covered his mouth and shushed him but the guards had heard him yell and I could hear gun click outside and we both stood up quickly and the windows and walls started to explode ad bullets came from different directions. Jan’s little sisters started screaming and my brothers grabbed them and directed them back into the basement for safety. Aunt Sally and my mother was just trying to get money out of the safe in back room so they didn’t hear us screaming and the guns firing at us. When they both came out of the kitchen, the bullets were still coming out of the front of the house and then all I saw was blood and their bodies collapsed onto the floor. I knew I had to get my family back into the tunnels.

Olivia didn’t want to tell her brothers and cousins that their mothers were dead, because they wouldn’t stay by her side and then get killed like them. She assigned everyone to a different gear that they needed to get through the next part of their journey, because this one would be longer than the first. She pulled Jan aside and he was still wiping away his tears with his skinny arm, she hugged him tightly and asked him if he would go behind the younger ones. Jan looked at her and nodded, not even asking about his mom or aunt. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and our dads and grandpa are already there at the compound.” Olivia said trying to brighten his spirits a little bit. After seeing Sean get shot and then our mothers, seeing how all three males come meet us at the compound would have to be a big miracle. When I heard the people talking upstairs I knew it was time to get the hell out of there. I switched roles with Jan and he led the younger ones in first and I climbed in and shut the door behind. It was completely dark for five seconds and then the lights switched on to help guide us into the long journey.

Two hours and three breaks later, we had reached our next spot. Another relative of ours that knew about the tunnels had his family in their underground house, which it didn’t matter what you called it, it was still a cave nevertheless. Dennis, another uncle of ours and a big number of our family members helped getting us out of the tunnel. Jan and the kids enjoyed seeing some familiar faces after such a long and hard journey. When I managed to get out of the tunnel Uncle Dennis looked at me with a worried look on his face. “Where’s your guys parents and grandpa?” he asked his oldest niece, but she took him aside and told him what had happen. He started to break down inside but forbid himself to show his emotions to his nieces and nephews. “The world has been taken over. There’s nothing much left except for the ones that were appointed by the government to inspect its people.” Uncle Dennis said to Olivia. “I don’t think it’s anything to do with the government.” Olivia said to me, as everybody around them started to surround them. “They were killing people in cold blood. I’m starting to think it’s World War II all over again.” Olivia said back to him. Which made everybody nervous inside the core of the cave.

Five Sentence Fiction: Feathers

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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.

This week: FEATHERS

The tracks of tires and footprints from bare feet  leave marks on the soft ground, the small strains of grass plastered into the dirt.

The strong scents from the spring air, the raindrops stick onto the large but still growing leaves.

Wild animals ran around the back woods looking for food, the insects run to the nearest flower for pollen and necture to keep their main Queens happy.

Mountain lions get out of their comfort zones and breakaway to find their next meal; sadly the young deer with a limb is the perfect snack for him, the little bird has the same idea while he watches the monster take control over its prey.

The wren cleans its feathers with its beak and watches the mighty lion eat away at the defenseless creature down below, but as its feeling sad for him, the wren tiny eyes take wind of the sudden movement besides the lion, a little and defenseless bug races back to its hole but keeping a close eye on the bird above looking at him; it was lunch time.

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writingI find these writing prompts on Pinterest along with a bunch more, that if you want to check them out, just click on the image and it’ll take you to my “Writing” prompt where the writing prompts, tips, and confessions are too. I gathered these together and thought they would create something nice and funny for this gloomy Friday. I hope you enjoy your day and happy birthday to my nana again!

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Isabella was a young twenty-one year old woman, just out of with her girlfriends, celebrating their final year at their childhood jobs, however their celebrations came at a very tragic time as the reason why they were let go of their jobs was because the place had burned down three nights ago. When Isabella first started working there, she remembered how crappy and old it looked on the inside, something always had to be fixed. Now here they were eighteen miles out of their hometown so they could celebrate in peace. Isabella’s best friend Corah was the party animal in the group and could handle any kind of liquor you gave her. Isabella was the total opposite, but she loved her whisky and bourbon though! She remembered her youngest niece gave a small hand full of jelly beans before she left to hang with her friends and as she went to put a couple in her mouth, Corah got her drink refreshed and it turned out to be a bad mix.

Paul was just got back from visiting his father at his house. Paul hated to see him struggling but his dad would never ask for help, even from his family. Everytime Paul tried to give him money to help pay for things, his father would sneak it back in his back pocket of his jeans. Later on when Paul got home and took off his pants to put in the washer, he’d find the money crumbled up but Paul always chuckled whenever he’d see it there. “Care for another?” the barmaid said, Paul nodded slightly as he stood on the bar stool and was annoyed by the loud women over in the booth. He never saw them before but he kept a distance from them, because after two wives and having both of them leaving him for younger men, he lot interest for basically all women. “Hey Charlie, what’s so good about wine, women, and love songs?” Paul said with a slur. “I don’t know Paul. Have you heard from your daughter Rosie lately?” Charlie, the barmaid and owner of the small bar said to his old friend. “Nah, she doesn’t to talk to her old dad.” Paul said sounding sad, the thought of his daughter Rose and her mom spending her new man’s money killed him. He tried everything to keep them happy, but his second wife Amelia wasn’t happy in their marriage. “She’ll come around.” Charlie said, and patted him on the shoulder. Paul gave a half-smile and said thanks, while hearing the woman chatter loudly behind him. When one of the girls stood next to him, she turned to look at him and gave him a nice smile. She didn’t look drunk, but that didn’t mean anything.

“What would you like miss?” Charlie said as he was trying to clean up after the long day. “Anything that doesn’t have anymore alcohol in it.” Isabella said to him, as she attempted to try to sit in the bar stool next to Paul. Paul had only three beers but could see this little one was going to crash soon. “You need to slow down sweetheart.” Paul said as he took a drink of his beer. She looked at him with a drunken glare, “I don’t need to do anything. You’re not my daddy.” Isabella said and she could feel him get uncomfortable like she had touched a nerve with her words. “Okay, I think I’ve had enough for the night.” Paul said as he grabbed the $20 from his back pocket–might as well use it if his father wouldn’t–and handed it over to Charlie to pay for his tab for the last two days. “Aw, you’re not going to stay?” Isabella said, like she had a change of heart and turned around in the stool barely falling off of it in the meantime. Her friends sat in their booth, watching her interact with such a loser like him. “Yeah, I’m going to leave because unlike you I know my limit for the night.” Paul said as he headed for the door and pushed it open. The creaks of the door awakened the jelly beans and bourbon in her stomach and she ran out in front of him to the side of the bar to throw up. Her friends attempted to stand up, but they could do was stumble back down and laugh about it. Paul knew they were goners so he went by her side to see if she was all right.

“Are you okay?” Paul said as he continued to watch this pretty young thing, stick her blue jeans high up in the air and stuff her face in one of the many bushes by the bar. Paul rocked back and forth by her, waiting for a reply. “Yeah, I guess. Thanks.”  Isabella said as she flipped over onto her back and sat up against the wall. “I’m usually not like this.” Isabella said in a quiet and nice voice, such a difference from the shouting that went inside with her friends. “I can usually handle my alcohol and be nice about it at the same time, but I guess I’ve had too much tonight.” Isabella said she tried to stand back up but slowly tilted sideways, Charlie ran outside to help them. “I’ve called them a cab that’ll take them to the nearest motel.” He said as he had a hold of Isabella’s right arm. “Ugh, I hate motels. Do you mind if I stayed with you?” She turned to look at Paul, the man she dissed? Paul was unsure but didn’t want her around her friends if they decided to find another bar and didn’t find another nice guy like him there. He took the risk. “Sure, let me walk you to my car.” Paul said to her and Charlie looked at him with wide eyes. “You know you shouldn’t be driving there Paul.” Charlie said to him, “I know, but I need to get her out of here. What motel did you send them to?” Paul asked, so in the morning when Isabella went to leave, she’d know where they were or at least where they stayed at that night. “Creek Lake Motel” Charlie said, “isn’t it like two blocks from your house?” Charlie said to them, by this time Isabella was basically asleep on Paul’s shoulder. “Yeah and would you tell those girls for me please?” Paul asked and Charlie nodded. “Be safe guys.” Charlie left them by Paul’s pickup truck.

Within ten minutes of being on the highway, they arrived to Paul’s small apartment. When he shut off his truck and opened his door, Isabella groaned and moaned in the passenger seat, when she opened her door, her body weight was not her best friend. She fell out of her seat and landed on her arms, thankfully she only skinned her arms. Paul unlocked his apartment door and ran back to pick her up off the ground. “You all right?” Paul said, he grabbed her right arm and pulled her up on her feet and she muttered something and he slammed the door shut as they started walking towards the steps. They got to two steps and they had to stop because Isabella gained enough strength to turn herself around to throw up in the ferns by the door. The smell only almost made Paul throw up his own stomach, but he could hold it in until maybe he got her inside and on the couch. When she was done, he guided her inside and she saw a better outlook just by the way his apartment looked like, he wasn’t what she thought he was on the outside. Paul guided Isabella to his nice and cozy couch that his ex-wife bought to freshen up the place when they first moved in together. “Here, let me get you a drink of water.” Paul said as he sprinted to the small kitchen and grabbed a clean glass from the dish rack, when he began to fill it up he started to feel uneasy. When he turned to go back to the couch, she was there and slowly undressing herself. Paul was now really regretting his decision to let her stay with him for the night. “I wanted to repay you for your good deed.” Isabella said in an actual sober voice but her eyes looked half asleep to him. When her shirt was on the ground, he put the glass of water on his forehead, hoping it would cool him down. When she gave him a smile he knew things were about to get a lot worse.

When Paul’s alarm went off on his phone, he knew it was 8am the next morning. Even though, he only had three beers, he didn’t really remember much of what happened last night. He sat up in bed and looked out his blinds, it was nice and sunny outside. While he was looking out, he started noticing the blanket moving without his body moving at all. He started to feel a little off and when Isabella sat up and wiped her eyes with her palms, Paul’s eyes kept getting wider and wider. She looked at her, completely hung over and looked at him with disgust and then noticed her back was kind of cold as sweat from the night was settling well on her body and then the panic started to take over between the both of them. “OH MY GOD!” Isabella said and she grabbed the whole blanket to hide her naked body from this stranger, whose name she knew was Paul. Memories of what actually happened last night started flood Paul’s mind again, but when he realized there was no blanket to cover himself with, those images left. “Ok, that didn’t happen.” Isabella said as she twirled in a circle trying to find her clothes, but forgot about the back-end of the blanket and when she wasn’t facing him, he got a nice picture of her ass. Paul definitely remembered that part, everything else was just a blur. “I’m going to get dressed and then I’m going to leave.” That’s all she could say to him. She felt so embarrassed of her acts for sleeping with a man that she met at the bar. “If it makes you feel any better. I didn’t think we’d have sex.” Paul said as he leaned over the bed and found his jeans and her pink bra. buzz…buzz…buzzz. Isabella’s phone vibrated on the table next to the bed, it was her friend Corah, who asked if she was awake and was ready to drive home. Isabella scrambled out of the bathroom and grabbed her phone. She had to difficult time keeping her focus off of Paul. She wasn’t exactly proud of her actions, but something felt different about him.

She texted Corah back and grabbed her bra from the floor and tossed his jeans to him. They couldn’t speak to each other, it’s not like they had much to say, as they said quite a few things that the people who lived above Paul would want to have full details later. “She’s going to take a little bit to get here. I’m going to go outside and wait for her.” Isabella said as she grabbed everything and managed to put a twist tie in her hair to get rid of the matted hair. When walked out of the room again, Paul stood up out of bed and got dressed. He wanted to go after her but didn’t exactly know what to say to her. When she slammed the front door, she sat down on the sidewalk, regretting not bringing her purse along so she could cover up her eyes from the sun. The walk of shame was a bitch to get through. Paul looked at her through the window in his living room and grabbed an old pair of sunglasses from the entertainment center and went outside to give them to her. She accepted them with a smile and he sat on the sidewalk with her. They were two completely opposites and yet, they had slept together. When Corah and the rest of the girls pulled up to Paul’s apartment, they were silent as they were also hung over too. “Hey, we have your purse! And hey, dude. Thanks for watching over her.” Corah said while sitting in the car, Isabella stood up and gave a half-smile to him. “Thank you for last night.” She said as she didn’t know what else to say to him. When she walked away and stepped into the car. He felt a little bit broken-hearted but went back inside.

Three months later, Isabella had found a new job at the hometown’s bowling alley. It was run by her uncle and his daughters, they knew she was looking for another part-time job and she needed the money to get her through the rest of the month to pay for her rent. She worked in the management but lately, her stomach has been managing its own business. She thought it was the stomach flu that she had picked up being around people at the bowling alley. So she called for an appointment with her doctor and found out the old fashion way that she was three months pregnant. Isabella knew who the father was but she was afraid of what her family would think of her and the actions of what she did. She hadn’t seen Paul in three months but actually thought about him a lot. Especially when she was lonely. When she came home to tell her family of why she’s been feeling so off lately, her family was a little bit more supportive than she thought they would as it would be the first grandchild of her family. “So who is the father?” her sister Anna said to her, while their mother sat next to them. “His name is Paul.” and that’s all they were going to get out of her. “You know if you don’t know him that much, you’re not going to want to tell your father.” Eloise said, their mother who sat up and as much as she was happy for her daughter, if she wasn’t married to this guy her father would disown her. A little later on that night, she took a half hour drive to see if Paul was free to talk. She never got his name or last name, so calling him was out of the question. When she saw him get out of his truck, she pulled up next to him and just straight up told him that she was pregnant. His jaw dropped to the ground and then so did he.

Five Sentence Fiction: Whimsical

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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.

This week: WHIMSICAL

At night the dreams would get clearer and more dark as the scenes started to take her away from the reality she had come to get used to, but when things would start to make a little sense she would wake up in tears as she was back to square one again.

Every night it started off the same, back in the enchanted garden, walking past the arguing mushrooms, singing daisies, and the dandelions are cutting their pedals for the warmer weather, here things never made sense to outsiders but she was at home as nothing ever made sense in the outside world.

“Oh, She’s here guys” said the cute little gray and black striped cat, he wore a cute little vest and tie, and had grown the love the young girl, “how was your day today” he said to her, as the other crowded around them and sat down to hear the crazy stories of the other side.

“It seems like such a boring place to be, Aoife” the cat said to her as he began to purr next to her leg, the others chatted and nodded their heads in agreement, “Aren’t you glad you have us as friends” he said in a wink, she began to think twice about everything and the ones right in front of her.

“Well, my doctors think I should go back on my medicine again, they said I should be feeling right again soon” Aoife said to her loyal friends, instead of being supportive they turned mean and began to torture her by saying things like, “you will never be more sane than being next to us, you will be lost without us, I say you destroy the medicine and get rid of those people for good” Aoife felt lost in the good and bad, she wanted to lose her erratic thoughts but she didn’t think there would be a good outcome if she lost her friends.