Life Will Happen

Thought it’d be over soon.

Thought it’d be done.

Thought it’ll be over soon.

Thought wrong.

Life has a way of just happening.

Of just coming along and throwing a spanner into the gears.

Thought it’d be over soon.

Thought it was just a moment’s delay.

Thought ‘I’ll be out of here.’

Thought wrong.

Thought it would be over soon.

Through fire and ice and the loneliness of time I have survived.

Thought this would be no different.

Thought wrong.

Life happens a lot.

It happens more than people will think.

It happens more than they will admit.

But it still happens.

All the platitudes and all the attitudes don’t make any difference.

Most of the time.

There will be times when there is nothing you can do.

You will watch and know that you are powerless to stop anything from happening.

Thought it’d be over soon.

Thought ‘I’m almost at the end.’

Thought wrong.

Written in part because it wouldn’t get out of my head whenever I think about this one particular part in the Former Guardian series, the part right before Comet is sent to another world entirely by her sister and in part because when I saw the prompt for the Daily Post today ( it all just came out of my fingers.

At least now I can maybe work on something else…


Time and Place

Her eyes blinked open and she took in her surroundings.

She was in some kind of…place.

There was a snort from somewhere beside her and with a slit shake o her head, she realized that it was from her own vocal chords.

Great, just fabulous! I have no idea where I am.

It was snowing, wherever she was, and she was alone.

“Are you all right?”

She looked up, startled, into the eyes of a man. He was pale and his eyes looked concerned. He held out a hand to help her up and without thinking, she took it. He slowly helped her to her feet, keeping her from falling over when she stumbled and holding her up as her legs inevitably gave out as well.

He continued to talk and ask her questions, but she couldn’t understand what he was saying. She just stared up at him as his face continued to blur around the edges until everything whited out.

It was still snowing gently yet thickly.

Written for last Friday’s FreeWriteFriday prompt:

Millennial Survivor

You say I’m quaint. I don’t think you understand. I’ve lived through the rise and fall of empires, civilizations waste away to nothing. I have survive with some part of my mind intact.

Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge. I was going to write about my family, but I couldn’t confine that to just 33 words. shrugs So I went with one of my characters instead and even that was a little difficult. I’m just really wordy.

Trifecta’s been a heaven-send for me. There are times when I know what I want to write, but there’s no way to get it out of my head and down to my fingers. These prompts have helped with that and I am very grateful for them.

So, thank you, Trifecta!