Different Phoenix, Different Ending – Reflections Traces Prompt #12

Sometimes she wondered how different life would have been for her had she the power to chose her own outcome. She had loved a man so much, much more than he had ever deserved, though that was something that she had not known until later in their life together. They’d had children, so many children and she thought they’d been happy.

It was only later that she learned there was more to life, their life, that she had not known about.

Her kind were often thought of as a blessing or a curse, depending on who was talking.

To her husband, she had been a blessing both in children, long life and in personal power. Those who came to their home to speak with her husband were always awed by his wife, though it was unintentional on her part. It was just what and who she was.

In many tales, it is said that those of her kind will die and then become reborn from their own ashes, ready to rise once again in glorious fire.

For her, she would die upon an altar, her children and grandchildren and great grandchildren around her and her husband standing over her. In her death, her children, some of whom were very sick, would gain some of her life force and heal from it. She had chosen this. She was old and if her death could have a purpose, then she would be grateful, even if it interfered with the original sequence of her kind’s death.

Her rebirth would happen not right away, but scattered throughout the lifetimes of her descendants. What she hadn’t foreseen was the outcome of that supposed one-time sacrifice. Every death thereafter would further seal her fate to what had once been her family but was now nothing more than her slavers.


Original concept for this particular story is actually a little old. I have some scenes for this story written down somewhere in another collection of shorts. When I saw the Reflections Traces Prompt for this last week, I thought of this story. It has no connection to my other long-standing story in Phoenix ‘Verse.

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Tolerance is a Good Policy – Thankful Thursday

This week I’m grateful for tolerance.

Not something I ever thought would feature largely in my life, but what did I know when I was a kid? Did I know that having cats and dogs in a duplex learn to tolerate one another would be better than them ‘liking’ each other and then playing tricks when I wasn’t looking? Did I know that siblings trying to do housework and listen to what they want to listen to (every day, without counsel with the other two) on the radio/c.d. player would need to tolerate one another? Did I know that learning to tolerate my sister when she wakes me up early to play a game when I was having the best dream (secret agent robot girl going into a musician career!) would be a lesson?

So I am grateful for tolerance. Without it, our pets would fight instead of just getting a hiss or two from select cats when they are startled by the dog or the dog only chasing my cat (and only sometimes the other two) when they start a fight (with a much larger dog, what are they thinking?)

I am grateful for tolerance when the kids start arguing, but only argue and don’t throw things at one another (inside) or purposefully mess up each other’s stuff (often).

I am grateful for tolerance when my sister wakes me up early to play a game (what goes around comes around, she’s the elder sibling).

I am grateful for tolerance whenever we want to watch Star Trek and the pets don’t even hiss at each other (during the show, commercials are another thing).

Make sure to check out the post for the original Thankful Thursday today (or any other day, it’s always good).

Benefits

Mary’s face was grim, this farce of a meeting was really starting to get on her nerves. Her husband’s former employers were refusing to honor his will. He’d stated that, though they were no longer married, he wanted his benefits to go to his wife and children.

“I’m afraid that everything isn’t quite in order.” The man in front of her was pale and nervous looking, the sweat glistening on his forehead. “There seems to be a misfile on the information regarding Mr. McGregor’s benefits.”

“How can there be a ‘misfile’ when everything is electronic and I know for a fact that the filing system for the Corporation is excellent.”

The man in front of her looked even more pale and sour, “Sometimes, these things happen-”

“I wish to speak to your supervisor and if this little runaround keeps up, then I might have to go to the Department of-”

“Is there a problem here?”

Mary smiled brightly and just as falsely back to the woman who’d just entered, “Why of course not! We were just discussing how luck I was to still be included in my ex-husband’s benefits. I know that the paperwork was all submitted correctly as Warren never left things unfinished.”

Mary’s eyes glinted in a dangerous fashion and she knew that the woman in front of her understood how close she was to landing the Corporation with a case in court. A case that would likely be very publicized without something more interesting showing up. The news hadn’t had any stories heavier than a few fluff pieces to run lately. They’d fall upon this like piranhas in the Amazon scenting fresh blood in the water.

“Let’s get this taken care of right away then.” the other woman responded.


Inspired from this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt.

Musical Crowd

Music has a certain…something…that reaches into the human heart and brings out our souls.

Music has been a large part of my life since day one. My mother takes time to write little lullabies for each of her children shortly after their births. My father would play music on his record player for us while Mom would sing or hum us to sleep.

This is on my mind for one reason. My niece has taken to listening to her iPod (it’s really her mom’s) on a little speaker plug-in that she got for Christmas last year. One of the songs happened to catch my attention for a bit and I couldn’t help but listen to it even though I had work I was supposed to be doing on the other end of the house.

Sometimes songs that I’ve known since I was a pre-teen sneak up on me with a pow! right to my heart.

You are the one who keeps your dream alive
And you are the one who feels the rhythm deep inside
Do you ever wonder if can make you fly?
But you will never know, if you don’t really try.
 
There’s so many fast frames
Quick cuts and a million stars
 
Can make you wonder
Can make you dream ahead from the start
When you know your heart and follow your own destiny
 
Don’t get lost in the crowd
Be the one to be strong and turn heads around
Even from dark to light
You are the spark
 
You have the fire
You are the heart
New be a believer
Don’t get lost in the crowd
 
Look around you,  you may not be
The latest fashion or in a magazine
Or under high profiles but you will be
A sweet inspiration if you got your own style
 
There’s so many fast frames
Quick cuts and a million stars
 
Pulling you away from what you really love
If you sing your own song straight from your heart
You’ll find yourself rising above
 
Don’t get lost in the crowd
Be the one to be strong and turn heads around
Even from dark to light
You have the spark
 
You have the fire
You are the heart
now be a believer
Don’t get lost in the crowd
 
‘Cause we live in a world of so many choices
It’s hard to find our own voices
And keep going on from day to day
So get with the earth and get with the sky
Get with the inside
 
Don’t get lost in the crowd
Be the one to be strong and turn heads around
Even from dark to light
You have the spark and the fire
 
You are the heart
Now be a believer
Don’t get lost in the crowd
 
–From Don’t Get Lost in the Crowd by Ashley Ballard

Sisters’ Thoughts – Poetry Prompt #20

Star
Remember
Me
Please
Remember
Me
 
Sister
I
Remember
You
Remember
Us
 
Comet
Forget
Me
Please
Forget
Your
Hurts
 
Sister
I
Forget
My
Pain
Forget
Your
Fear
 

Inspired by this week’s Poetry Prompt from WeDrink. This universe likes to give me material to write with, whether it be poetry or prose.

 
 

Listen

She lay back and listened to the sounds around her. The whir of the fans, the sound of water turning on and off, the footsteps up and down the hall, voices from a television set and from her family.

It was a quiet day, a slow day, a day to just sit and listen to life around you.

She let out a sigh and smiled as she closed her eyes.

Pay Attention – SoC

We often find ourselves sitting and reading something, or maybe watching something. What are we reading? What are we watching? Are we using any kind of discernment in our choices? What kind of choices are we making?

How will what you watch impact you?

I sometimes find myself reading and not really remembering what I was even looking at. I don’t know the plot, I don’t know the characters and I don’t even know the name of the story I’m reading through. So why am I reading it? Because I don’t want to sit and stare at a wall, of course.

Although, if I’m not retaining any information from whatever it is I’m reading/watching, then how different is that from staring at a wall?

Is there any other point in what I’m doing? Probably not, I just want to do something for the sake of doing it even if that something isn’t something that I’m actively thinking about.

But am I really not absorbing anything?

I’ve found myself lost in plenty of books before, but to be lost in the sense that I don’t even know how I got to the point in that story that I look up and find myself in? That also, sadly, has been a common occurance in my life. Usually because I’m really too tired to be doing anything. In such a case, sometimes I wish someone would just come alone and shut the laptop in front of me, or the book cover or switch the t.v. off. Of course, this might snap me awake and not in a pleasant move.

“Why did you do that? I was watching/reading that!”

“Really? It looked like you were zombiefying yourself there and it wasn’t going to be pleasant when you randomly start reading it out loud and leave the rest of us to wonder where the brain that we know you had at some point in your life turned to such drivel.”

So I ask you, what is it that you wish to accomplish from reading when you’re not really even aware of what it is your holding in your hands?

Trying to keep yourself awake? Because it looks like your failing at that.

Maybe you should close your book/laptop/turn off the t.v. and get some actual sleep?


If it isn’t obvious yet, I’m tired after this week. Very tired.

Inspired by this Saturday’s Stream of Consciousness prompt. The rules:

  1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

  2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

  3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

  4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people will come and read your post! The way to ping back, is to just copy and paste the URL of my post somewhere on your post. Then your URL will show up in my comments, for everyone to see. For example, in your post you can copy and paste the following: This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-2514/  The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

  5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

  6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

  7. Have fun!