Behind the Class

The first time she managed to complete the assigned work she was on cloud nine. She had never managed to get this particular part of math no matter how many times she’d read through the exercises in the book or the explanations she found there. The teacher hadn’t been able to help very much because she was a substitute until they found another math teacher to cover for the suddenly retired one from the first two quarters of the year.

It was kind of embarrassing how easily everyone else picked up graphing and she hadn’t when it had typically been the other way around for most of her life.

That didn’t mean she’d given up, just that she’d tried harder at this than just about anything else she’d ever done in her life.

So when she finally got enough answers right on the graphing assignment for that week, she felt pretty justified in the permanent smile that stayed plastered to her face the rest of the day.


Inspired by the quote from the Light and Shade Challenge this week.

A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a five year old child
–Groucho Marx
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No Envy In Her Eyes

Star did not envy her sister even as she watched from afar. This was the life that Star had chosen just as this was the life that her sister had chosen. What worked for one half of their once whole did not work for the remaining part.

They were very different and not just in their choices.

Star didn’t need to be close enough to see the careworn look on her sister’s face nor the wrinkles acquired through laughter and sorrow. Her own face was line-free and as smooth as if she was going through puberty for the first time, though without the curse of blemishes that many teenagers lamented over. Her hair was bright, thick and full while her sister’s was thinning slightly and going grey at the temples.

The biggest difference about her sister was the joy in her face and the light in her eyes. Star smiled her own, though it was wistful.

She had no way of knowing that her sister would change so drastically when she left at the end of the day. Star didn’t know that in the weeks to come her sister would have to file for divorce and separate from her husband. She wouldn’t know that this was a facade to protect her sister and her nephews. Star didn’t know that her sister’s husband (the divorce was never supposed to be finalized in their scheme to protect their sons) would die in the following months because of corporate corruption and crime.

It was just as well that Star didn’t know any of this or she would have never left and a greater harm would have found her sister’s family.


This was inspired by the Light and Shade Challenge for this last week.

Envy can be a positive motivator. Let it inspire you to work harder for what you want.
Robert Bringle

Second Person Wonderings

You often wonder at the words that people speak, saying that they would never allow such a thing to take place when they have not only allowed it, but actively sought to bring it about. How is this helping? Is there even a point to what they are doing? Why say one thing and then do another?

It is very confusing, but then again with the life that you have lived, you have grown used to such hypocrisy. You wonder if it will ever change, this need for society to espouse one thing and yet bring about the complete opposite.

In the end, you vow to do differently and teach your children differently and hope that the future is in better hands.

Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.

–unknown


Another attempt at 2nd person POV which was inspired by the quote from the Light and Shade Challenge for this week.

Silent Apocalypse

The world was a silent place. The wind would blow, the rain would fall and the snow would pile up, but it did so without stereo. Without even a whisper.

Was it always like this? Was there a time when it was different?

Nobody really knows.

In books and old magazines that are sometimes found, we read about the constant drumbeat that underscores all of life.

Yet how can such a thing ever have existed when no one alive can hear a thing? Is this some kind joke that our ancestors have played upon us?

(There are still writings that document the false apocalypse that was supposed to have been the destruction of the world. Whether it was supposed to come via infection, an evolution in the life cycle itself, by the mutation of a virus or even from a cure gone bad, we certainly have nothing that could be considered a zombie or one of the ‘infected’.)

There is no sound and no noise. Science has failed us in a way that we never suspected. It was always believed that science would prevail in all things.

We are baffled by this as science has always proven to be right in the end. Was not the Earth round? Was not the sun the center of the solar system? Were there not more planets and suns and solar systems out there in the universe?

We thought we knew everything.

No! We did know everything! Science was our religion for we needed nothing else.

So how could science fail us in this endeavor? No, this is nothing more than a cosmic joke that our ancestors have played upon us.

Sound is nothing more than a myth.


This was inspired by a combination of listening to a beautiful movie that dealt with a choir while watching the wind create a mighty ruckus outside, but was silenced by the thick window panes as well as from the Light and Shade Challenge prompt for this week.

 

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today,
I wish, I wish he’d go away…
–Hughes Mearns

How do you take your life drink?

So let me get this straight,
How you are going to come along
And make my mind up for me?
Keep walking, man, I’ve got nothing to say,
Ending this ‘discussion’ is about all on my plate.
Not going to buy what you’re selling.
 
Now keep in mind
Or forget if you will,
That my life is my own, not yours.
 
So I’ve got my life ahead
That means I’ve got to plan.
I need to make decisions
Rreal or imagined.
Rarely will it run smooth
Even when my ducks are in a row.
Don’t let me forget my optimistic hope.
 
Shake well before opening
– instructions on a milkshake bottle.

This little thing, while over the 100 word limit, is as succinct as it would let me be. It was inspired by the prompt yesterday from Light and Shade Challenge. I have a bit of a cold, so though I know I usually write another when I don’t hit the word limit correctly, I likely won’t today. My bones are cold. It’s a very strange feeling and I don’t like it, but it’s what my cold is giving me at the moment.

WARNING: Arrogance Ahead

Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain. –Friedrich Schiller

So you think you know more than me?
There’s no way that can be true.
Unless you have managed to learn and
Partake of the humility fruit.
It’s nectar is sweet as the morning dew.
Don’t forget that arrogance can regrow, so
It behooves you to work to be humble.
There is never a cure for this disease
Yet people insist this is not so.
 

Little thing inspired by yesterday’s prompt from the Light and Shade Challenge.

Not Her Anymore

He travels the fastest that travels alone. –Rudyard Kipling

She wasn’t Star anymore, hadn’t been called by that name since she’d left her Queen and her home.

(Sometimes it felt like she hadn’t really been Star since Comet had left, but there were years between her sister’s departure and her own so it couldn’t be that, surely.)

She was tired, but not physically. Her Queen had made certain that she would never have those kinds of problems once more and she very carefully didn’t think of the tiny piece of Solaris’s own personal Crystal hidden within the cracked cavity of the shared Crystal of the Star and Comet Guardians. So long as she was able to have even a smidgen of light reflect nearby, she’d be full of energy and not tire.

It was her mind that was tired.

She’d been on this journey for so long and been so very alone throughout it all.

But she wasn’t going to turn back. Hadn’t turned back during all the times it had been offered and though she knew that many would never begrudge her taking a companion or even turning back entirely after doing this, hunting this, for so long she would never forgive herself.

“I travel fastest when I don’t have to worry about anything but my task. The last time I traveled with another, it only brought pain and sorrow. I will not make that mistake again.”

The woman clad in crimson closed her eyes for a split second before leaping away, eyes now open and continuing her journey.

The smoking ruins of the town below continued to smolder in the light breeze behind her.


Inspired by today’s prompt from Light and Shade Challenge and now that I’ve remembered to check, I have missed the word limit part of the challenge. Again.

I do that a lot, don’t I?