Not Wanted

The funeral had been hard to sit through. Her sons were angry and sad and didn’t know just how much he was missed.

Mary sighed as her eldest slammed the door behind him.

This isn’t what I meant.


Written for this week’s Trifextra challenge: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/02/trifextra-week-103.html

A little interlude somewhere in the Former Guardian story after her estranged husband dies.

Not Even That

You’ve often heard people say that they aren’t in charge of their lives, that they are just ‘along for the ride.’

How does it feel, then, to know that you don’t even have that?

When you are not even along for the ride in whatever is happening in your life? You are nothing more than a bystander watching as everything else goes on and everyone else leaves you behind?

How does it feel to be invisible, well and truly invisible, in your own life?

It feels like you are dying, slowly and surely and yet are already dead even though you are still moving and walking and eating and sleeping and doing everything that people do when they are alive and yet you are not actually living because you are not acknowledged at all.

You’re not even really surviving because parts of you are dying every day as life goes on all around you and yet not with you or even within you. To be in this perpetual funk that is truly killing you with each and every passing moment that it stays entrenched within your heart and mind.

Maybe some day that will change and you will live once more.

(I will live once more.)

But you don’t know when or where that will be.

(Or even if it will be.)


Written partially for this week’s Trifecta challenge (http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/02/trifecta-week-112.html) and partially because I heard the sentence ‘along for the ride’ and this was what jumped into my head and out of my fingertips.

She Ignored the Signs

She was done with this, done with everything. She had given it her all and nothing good had come of it. She was tired and ready for it to be all over. To tell the truth, she had been ready for it to be over months ago, but had she stopped then? No, like a dupe she had kept going even when she knew that it wasn’t going to get her anywhere.

She had been lying to herself far more than he ever had. After all, he’d have never been able to lie to her for so long if she hadn’t ignored all the warning songs and allowed this farce of a relationship to continue. She just hadn’t wanted to be alone and so had manipulated every flaw, every moment that pointed out that he wasn’t in it as far as she was in her mind to make them appear as if they were nothing more than negative thinking.

The actual end of the relationship was only bitter because she had held on long after he’d already let go. And no matter what her friends said about how he was scum for dragging this out longer than it needed to, she knew that they were wrong. He had shown signs that he wanted out, but she had ignored them, putting off arguments and conversations that he wanted to have because she didn’t want it to end.

It had ended anyway and while he wasn’t blameless in all of this, neither was she.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge (I’m entering this one this time): http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/02/trifecta-week-111.html

Sacrifice Acceptable

Picture from: http://foter.com/photo/or/

Study, work, never any rest. Oh for the days when sunlight was all I needed! Now I am mortal, fragile and perfect. There is a chance at life ahead of me. Sacrifice acceptable.


Written for this week’s Trifextra. I made sure that this week was a 33-word challenge. Last week I thought it was and it drove me mad only to discover I’d mixed things up! laughs

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/01/trifextra-week-101.html

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.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/01/trifecta-week-110.html

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!

White Out

“Father, forgive me.” she whispered even as she brought the weapon in her hands down over his head.

The old man slumped over in his chair, the book that had been in his hands hit the floor with a dull thump. his head tilted against the side of the wing-back armchair he had been sitting in before the fire that continued to crackle on in front of him.

The old man had been kind to her in a way that not many had ever been. He wasn’t her father, but he had been someone’s. Even now she could see the pictures hanging on the walls with faces smiling at her from still frames.

He had never talked about the children he and his wife had before her death, but she could tell that he had loved them. She didn’t know why he was alone during this time of year, but he had taken her in off the streets and given her a place to stay during the blizzard that continued to blow even now. She glanced out the window at the wash of white that reflected the light of the fire. It was bright out tonight, as bright as it had been when she’d first slumped on the porch, no knowing that it even was a porch. He’d found her when he’d gone out to fetch more wood for the fire, but she was unconscious by then.

For all his kindness, there had been an evil in him that he hadn’t been aware of. An evil that she could feel and she mourned having to do this, but knew that he would break free of whatever it was that was holding in the evil before the snow had finished settling and the blizzard had passed.

She didn’t like thinking about how she knew this, just accepted the fact that she knew it and needed to take steps in order to stop it, no matter how distasteful those steps were.

She would burn the body once the blizzard stopped, but until then he would be placed in the woodshed where his frozen body would not decay.

With trembling fingers she closed his sightless eyes.

“I’m sorry, Father.” she whispered once again.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge and no I have no idea where this story came from. It demanded to be written as vaguely as possible and wouldn’t leave me be.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-108.html

Winter Break

Cookie crumbs litter faces of children holding half-empty cups of chocolate. Snow has melted into their hair and there is a parade of clothing drying in the bathroom.

Eyes shining brighter than stars.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifextra-week-ninety-eight.html

Sword of Light

She hadn’t wanted to do it, but in the end it had been for the best. That’s what they always said, wasn’t it? That the hard decisions had to be made for the betterment of everyone else?

Why did that not fill her with joy? Why did it only fill her with a resigned sorrow that penetrated her very bones?

But…

She glanced back at the small child playing behind her and a sad smile stretched across her face as she felt her heart melt.

But maybe this really will set things to right.

With her decision made, she stepped away from the nursery and out into the hall, one of her hands forming a hilt of light that ignited into a rapier.

This really is for the best.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-107.html

Lost Glory

Even through her myopic eyes the dazzling light from the salt basin was beautiful. Her glasses were gone, she was alone.

If you’re going to die, she thought, at least it’ll be lovely.


Written for the weekend Trifecta challenge:

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifextra-week-ninety-seven.html

Freezing Too Much To Hurt

Sitting here and remember different times in life when I was this frozen. The last time I remember being this cold was my senior year in high school where our gas was turned off. We could afford some food and the rent and some of the electricity bill. It snowed a lot that winter as I recall, but miraculously no one got sick.Our house was well insulated and we had lots of lovely wool sweaters brought back by my sister from Germany.

The coldest moment that winter would be one day when it was blizzard-ing on my way in to school. The entrance hall was filled with slush and I was late for class. With a hurried gait and a sleep-deprived mind I ran through the doors of my high school.

slip SPLASH

With my tush growing cold in the slush and my head slightly ringing from the impact I lay there. Several other teens rushed over.

“Are you all right?!”

“That HAD to hurt!”

“I think she’s stunned!”

With a gasp of breath I regain my air and promptly lose it by laughing almost hysterically.

“I wish I could have seen that!” I gasp out between breaths as everyone just kind of stares at me.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge:

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-106.html