When I first got home the TV was one. Probably one of mom’s favorite shows. But I couldn’t find her. She wasn’t on the sofa and she wasn’t in the living room.
As I traversed through the mess of clothes and old food on the floor, I still couldn’t find her. I was yelling her name and running up and down the stairs. Still nothing.
I finally thought to look out back. Maybe she’s in the garden again. I made my way back down the stairs. I entered the kitchen and opened the back door.
I began to walk the grounds. She had so many beautiful plants.
Wait, Her hand?! Sure enough, right there squished between two ripe tomatoes was her severed hand. I could see where her wedding ring used to be. But the question is, was it stolen, or did she take it off before hand. Hand… oh god. Why did I use that phrase.
I kept going to try and find more body parts. I found an ear, an ear of corn. Then I found her actual ear. Strange. And right there, mixed with all her lettuce was her head, just smiling up at me. Her eyes closed.
“Oh mom, why? What happened?” Right as I asked I felt a cool steel slide into my spine. Sharp but smooth. I could feel my blood running down my back. I dropped to my knees and fell forward. I tried to turn to see who it was but there was no one.
The last sight I saw before I died was my mom’s face. Just smiling back at me.
“It’ll be ok now sweetie.”
today’s yesterday’s prompt, we have “How important you think education is.” I’m not in love with this prompt and I’m quite tired, so I might write a longer post on it later. But for now, have a haiku!
Her school desk was blank.
Washed time and time again to
rid it of the blood.
This was supposed to be up yesterday for the 30 Day Blog Challenge. So here it is now:
His stomach turned in tumbles and fits. Beads of sweat collected on his forehead, some fell from the tip of his nose. He readied his cutters, but with shaking hands he wasn’t truly ready. The blue, the red, the green. All wound tightly around each other. He took the group in his hand and untangled them ever so carefully. He was going to stop this thing, whether he died in the process or not.
His eyes were focused, pupils as big as the moon. He breathed heavy and harsh, trying not to put any extra tension on the wires. His ear piece was already on the table. Too much chatter to concentrate. All that mattered was the device in front of him. The timer moved quick, yet felt slow in the same breath. Continue reading
Today’s prompt is to talk about a book that I could read over and over again. I can tell you right now, this is going to be a short post.
My favorite book is 1984 by George Orwell. It’s a classic and I just love his take on where society was headed. And with some hindsight, where it is today; being constantly watched and monitored. I absolutely love this book and I could probably read it over and over and over again and never tire of it. It’s what really got me interested in science fiction stories and more specifically, Dystopian futures.
Another book I love and could probably read over and over again (and am reading for the second time), is Genesis by Bernard Beckett. This has a bit of a utopian/dystopian feel and is very futuristic. It also makes you truly think about humanity and it’s relation to itself as well as technology.
I highly recommend both.
So that wasn’t too short.
What’s your favorite book? A book you could read over and over again and never tire of it.
- 1984 – George Orwell (tigersandbooks.wordpress.com)
- What is Ms. Reede Reading Now? (peepeehands.com)
Today’s prompt is to write about my highs and my lows of the year.
I’m not quite sure how to write this one because my year so far has been up and down the whole way through.
My lowest was probably (thinking that I was) losing someone I cared for dearly. I also had very bad depression and anxiety. I wasn’t writing or working or doing anything really. I didn’t want to do anything, just stay inside and hide all day. That was pretty low.
My highest point is probably recently. Having (now) an amazing best friend, who I still care for dearly, but can just joke around with and be myself. Also the fact that I’m writing quite a bit and writing everyday. I mean, I’ve got about 3-4 story ideas I’m working on. I’m half way in my main WIP (taking a break now), at 30k words. And I’m averaging about 1000 words a day! So that’s quite good. My depression and anxiety is also being kept more in check, and I do not fear writing or working anymore!
So that is the short-ish answer to my highs and lows for the year.
We’re half way there! September is half over and so is this 30 Day Blog Challenge. For today’s prompt I must write 15 interesting facts about myself. Let’s see if I can find that many.
1. My favorite book is 1984. I read it a year or so ago just for fun and fell in love with it. I’m getting ready to read it again once I knock some other books off my list.
2. I’m a published poet. When I was eight my school had a contest in the fall to write a poem about Halloween. Well, I wont and it got published in a sort of young peoples anthology. Ready for the poem?
“Most people don’t like mummies, because most mummies are dummies.”
3. I have two dogs, two kittens, and a new found Garage Cat. He was a stray that I fed one night and now he has adopted us and hangs out in the garage with me all the time while I write.
4. I really enjoy video games. I’m an avid gamer and have more games than I wish to say. Many of which are on my “To be played” list. I’m currently working my way through Skyrim.
5. I used to co-host a college radio program with two other friends of mine. It was about world music.
6. I like to draw. And I like to convince myself I’m good at drawing sometimes. I did just draw a ballin’ minotaur the other day though. (Balls not included.) Continue reading