Posted in stream of consciousness

Acquisition/Acquired Taste

I have this listed under the word of the day – Acquisition … I guess I can see where I was going with that.

Hate is an acquired taste bought off discount shelves when no else would bother letting it percolate. I have no qualms about the boiling rage rushing through my veins. All the what ifs, the whys, they mingle into a frenzy, a syrup of regret and blame. I won’t be the one drinking it this time.

Posted in stream of consciousness

You(Me) – Storm

Today’s randomized word was storm (from randomwordgenerator.com)

In an alternate timeline, I(you) turn back every single time. I(you) refuse to leave, I(you) stand by instinct instead of running with fear. In every single timeline, but not here. Here I(we) reach into the murky future, a creek flooded by dreams and darkened by reality. I imagine, if I could see my reflection, she would be desperately searching, anything to help you(her) see. How can we be one if you(we) float away to the sea?

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Hypnotized

Free flow Saturday – With schoolwork and my vacation I’ve gotten out of the habit of writing over the past few weeks. I’m trying to get back into it. This seems like the best place to start.

Prompt: Hypnotize (this random word generator doesn’t always come up with good stuff but it pulled through today)

Music: Low & Dirty Three – In The Fishtank 7

I’ve never understood
People at rock shows in towering heels
But I’m mesmerized
By their sultry disregard, reckless abandon.
I think it’s odd
When families talk over dinner
Yet I’m entranced
By their shifting notes in laughter and love.
Once the idea
That I should be my own person,
Capable of a life beyond one envisioned
Of me, for me, in spite of me,
Sent chills through my skin.
Somehow here I exist,
Hypnotized, mesmerized
And I wonder if this
Is what normal feels like?

Posted in flash fiction

Burn It All

In the absence of the daily prompts (moment of silence …) I just used a random word generator to come with a one word prompt to do my free write with. If you want to write on it also and leave a pingback/link feel free. If you want to generate your own word click here

Prompt: Nursery

Music: The Vietnam War Original Score (by Trent Reznor/Atticus Ross)

The old wood door rattles with protest as I pull it shut. My cheeks are raw from tears. My eyes are sore, if that’s even possible.

The men outside stare, various shades of ghostly pale cheeks and split lips seem to reach for words but find none.

We trek down the stairs with their peeling carpet and 70’s themed wallpaper. The air downstairs seems physically lighter, a beam of light that should pierce the top floor but can’t seem to penetrate it instead floods the entrance way.

Outside the perfect American family on their perfect Bermuda grass huddles together in tears.

The men say nothing but at least they’re breathing now. The air by the nursery was so thick, so full of that mystical otherworldly heaviness that none could settle it into their lungs.

“What do we do?” Only one man asks, the others step back, letting him take the lead.

That poor family. 

I grasp the cross at my neck.

“Let them come in. Tell them to relax. Tell them we’ll be back in an hours time then lock the doors on your way out and burn it all.”