I Don’t Deserve This

How could this happen to me?

I made my mistakes

Got no where to run

The night moves on.

I’m lost and alone and I don’t know who these people are. They are all around me and they seem to know me, but I don’t know them.

I’m lost and alone and I’m afraid at first. These people move around me and close to me in a way that is frightening.

I’m lost and alone, but I’m no longer afraid. There is a young boy who takes me hand and leads me away.

I’m lost, but not alone, because this boy exudes a sense of peace as he sits me down and carefully puts his arms around me. His hug makes me cry, but from nothing but love.

I’m lost, but not alone because I can feel that I am loved. My companion is familiar, but a stranger at the same time.

I’m lost, but not alone and I know I have done nothing to deserve this. Unconditional love given in response to fear melts my heart and fills me with joy.

I’m lost, but not alone because the boy next to me lives what I know. Real family will love you no matter what conditions or problems you have.

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Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-104.html

Rain of Leaves

She looked out the window and watched as the leaves rained down. It was autumn, late autumn at that, and what few leaves remained after the tempestuous fall of their brethren looked small and crumpled while clinging so tenaciously to their frail perches.

Another year had come and gone and she had finally stopped running. She had found a place where she could settle down and allow her daughter to grow. She still dared not contact any of her other offspring for fear that the communication would be picked up on and used to find either her, her children or both.

She could not allow that to happen, but as she watched her youngest play on the carpet in front of her, she knew that she would always take time to remember the others. To keep them in her mind and wonder if they would ever inherit from her what this child in front of her had not.

Not every mixed child of her race and humankind would take after the stronger genetics. Some only inherited the defects of both parents and would always struggle for anything.


Written for the weekly Trifecta challenge:

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-103.html

Trust Me

Come closer,

Reel them in,

Assure that there is nothing to fear.

Faith in my good nature,

Tell them what they want to hear.

She never saw it coming.

‘I am ever on your side.’ he would whisper in her ear.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge:

And now, the weekly prompt (http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/)

:  skill in planning, making, or executing :  dexterity

2 a :  an occupation or trade requiring manual dexterity or artistic skill <the carpenter’s craft> <the craft of writing plays> <crafts such as pottery, carpentry, and sewing>

plural :  articles made by craftspeople <a store selling crafts> <a crafts fair>

:  skill in deceiving to gain an end <used craft and guile to close the deal>

He Found Her

Sometimes things don’t go as you want. Sometimes things do go as you want.

And sometimes…things go even worse.

He wanted everything. His hunger was too great, he wanted all that existed, all that had existed and all that would exist. He would never be full, of that it was certain.

He had grand plans and ideas, but no power with which to start them. Everything he tried his hand at failed or if there was a return, it was too little to make much of a difference. He traveled the world as much as he could, trying to find something, anything, that would make a difference and give him the power he craved. He searched for magical items, for creatures and even for the gods themselves.

He didn’t find the gods, what he found was, instead, something far more great and yet so small.

He found a phoenix.

“You are alone here.”

She nodded slowly, not sure where he was going with this. She had never seen him before, had never seen anyone like him really.

“Are you a…a..human?” she asked hesitantly.

He smiled slowly, though he was careful not to show any teeth. “Yes, yes I am. Would you like to learn more about humans?”

She frowned, “No, my brother has always told me to say no.” she smiled impishly at him for a quicksilver moment, “But I have always wanted to tell him boo and do so anyway. I’ve heard so many different things about humans!”

He held out a hand to her, “Then let me show you.”


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge:

It’s our last Halloween-inspired prompt of 2013, and we can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for us.  Please remember that we are looking for the third definition of our prompt word.  Please also note that we need the word exactly as it appears below.  No tense changes allowed.  Good luck!

boo 

1 (interjection)
used to express contempt or disapproval or to startle or frighten

2 (noun)
a sound that people make to show they do not like or approve of someone or something

3 (verb) to show dislike or disapproval of someone or something by shouting “Boo” slowly

Former Guardian – Always Running

She ran and ran and ran, but never gained any distance from what was following her. She was so alone, always so completely alone. Sometimes she wondered if things had ever been different or if she had been stuck like this, forever running and never gaining her freedom.

She sometimes remembered that it once had, that things had been different and she had been safe and warm. There had been a time when fearing had been a relief, because it meant that someone else was the most powerful and that someone else was also a benevolent someone who would shine down warmth and protection upon those below.

Those days were long gone and it was as much her own fault as it was those of her bloodline that she would forever be hunting down. Her brother had once been everything she had wanted to be. He had been loyal and caring and, above all, trustworthy. He was none of that now. Now, he was a danger to more than just himself. He was a danger to all and any that existed or even might exist.

The knowledge he had, the capabilities that he had been blessed with had once made him the most sought after of their rank. That person now only existed as a phantom in much the same way her peace would forever exist.

As an afterthought of an impossible future.


Written for Trifecta’s weekday challenge this week, but in the same story as the last challenge.

Now, onto this week’s prompt. We’re still not totally spooked out by you guys yet and we’re a little way from Halloween proper so get your ghoul glad rags on again this week. If there’s anyone who puts the ghoul in ghoulish, it’s you lot. Have fun and, as always, make sure you use the THIRD definition. This week we are back to entries of 33-333 words.

PHANTOM (noun)

1   a :  something apparent to sense but with no substantial existence :  APPARITION

b :  something elusive or visionary

c :  an object of continual dread or abhorrence <the phantom of disease and want>

2 :  something existing in appearance only

3 :  a representation of something abstract, ideal, or incorporeal <she was a phantom of delight — William Wordsworth>
– See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.fho512wg.dpuf


Edit: Fixed a line that made things confusing. This was pointed out by one of the comments. Thanks for the catching that! I appreciate constructive criticism as it really helps.