Thursday, October 31, 2013

Week 10 Prompt

The pin pricks my skin, I feel nothing.

Rushing wind fly's by my face as I zoom down the snow covered hill. I can feel my belly getting nervous as the large portion of the hill comes up. whoosh I fly by my sister and leave her trailing in my snow. I keep on soaring and soaring until I'm completely out of the woods. I'm still flying right down through all the way onto the open field of white snow. When my sled finally comes to a halt, I'm exasperated and excited to start my trek back to the top to begin it all over again. As soon as I stand up I felt a sheer sense of pain and nervousness flood my body. I realized where I was standing, and I was paralyzed.

I couldn't feel anything except for the cold. All my mind was saying over and over was just cold. I could feel myself gasping and reaching. All I could hold onto were chunks of ice that kept breaking and separating. This is it, this is how I'm going to die. I was gasping for air every time I surfaced preparing myself for the next plunge under as my snow outfit started to fill with water. My body felt so heavy like I was carrying a cement block around my waste. I could feel my arms and legs starting to tire and figured I should just resist the fight and let myself go. I had no energy to keep moving, my ski pants were compacted and soaked with water they felt like they weighed a hundred pounds. The cold water had paralyzed my body. Just when I shut my eyes and let go of the ice scattered around my head, I felt a hand grab me by my hair.

Week 10 Theme

I can hear the screaming. It is so loud that I can hear it all the way in my bedroom across the house. I clutch my pillow hard as I listen to the sound of my mother hitting the floor. It's a diluted thud but nonetheless I can hear it plain as day. I wonder if I should go out and look, maybe call someone for help but I'm too scared that he'll come after me if I do. So I slowly tiptoe out of the comfort of my bed and creak open the door and swivel my head around the frame. It is silent, a little too silent. All of a sudden I can hear the loudest, blood curdling scream of my life. I slam my door shut and run back to my safe haven, fling the sheets over my head and silently pray that everything will be okay.

I crawl out of bed and walk down the stairs into the dining room. My stepdad sits at the table with his black robe and coffee. He's reading the newspaper and ignores my presence. My moms yells down from the kitchen saying good morning. I say it back. I can hear her slight footsteps as she walks through to the dining room, food in hand. She puts the plate down in front of him and he doesn't even make a noise. I can see last weeks bruises still on her face. She needs to put on more concealer to hide those. I look over at him to see if he has any anger in his eyes, maybe he is still upset from yesterdays debacle. I see him picking through his omelet and disgust starts to overwhelm his face. "You worthless bitch! I told you I didn't want any cheese! Get this garbage out of my face!" I quickly retreat back to my room before I see too much and hide under my sheets, my safe haven.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Week 8 Prompt

A city street..

Boston is such a beautiful place. Old buildings, great people, TD Garden, Fenway Park, restaurants, the T, aquarium and much more. My favorite part of Boston was walking down Yawkey Way before the game. There were street performers, MC's yelling out fun things over the intercom and hundreds of fans getting pumped up for the game. Each side has store after store all the way down the road. I could hear the vendors yelling out to the fans, "Come git ya Fenway Frank! come git ya sodah and ya hot dogs! Come on ovah heyuh and git ya souvaneahs!" I laughed to myself at their silly accents and reenacted them to my boyfriend. Out of all the places in Boston I enjoyed Yawkey Way and the Red Sox game the most.

Week 8 Prompt

We are gathered here today..

     The room was quiet and sad. I could feel all the tension around me as I looked at the casket. For something that held so much death, it was so full of life. A woman who lay there just full of life and personality. I could hear the silent sobs of people around me who mourned the death of such a great woman. A woman who was like a second mother to me. A mother herself to four wonderful children. Two so small they wouldn't remember her now.
        I kneel beside the casket as it held a precious memory to me. I talked quietly to the woman who showed me a lot about life. I silently asked her why she had to go so soon. Why did she have to leave her four amazing children behind? Why did she leave so early in their lives that two of them were in the other room completely unaware of what was going on around them? So many questions for someone who could never answer them.

Week 8 Prompt

Out in the boondocks..

        The wind is very calm and the sky is light from the huge full moon. We are driving down a windy, bumpy dirt road in the middle of nowhere. The car sounds like it's scraping on random pot holes and rocks. 5 miles down the old dirt road lies an old dirt trail. We venture down the trail with nothing but the light from the moon shining down. Huge mud puddles lay all over the trail, fresh from the afternoon rain.
          The bullfrogs start croaking louder than ever as we approach the giant rocks that surround the deep, dark lake below. The wind suddenly feels a lot colder as I look over the edge that seems so far below. My head starts to race as I think about the long plunge below me. Is it really worth it to drop all the way down there for a little adrenaline rush? As soon as I gathered my thoughts I felt the hands of my sister on my back and there I went, plunging feet first down to the deep, dark lake.

Week 8 Theme

          The wind is blowing softly and quiet. I can smell the fresh lake water air breezing around my face. The hammock is rocking back and forth sturdily holding the weight of both of us. I can hear him snoring slightly in my ear as the moonlight shines down on half of his face. I can tell he's feeling better about today now that he's with me. Like the biggest loss of his sports career didn't just happen 3 hours ago and now he's blissfully unaware of the past. After all the tears its comforting being in such a serene place.
          I can hear a loon calling to it's friends far out into the middle of the water. He seems happy too. He probably is just floating around on the water with his other loon friends having a good, peaceful time . I feel the same way laying here gently rocking back and forth. Peaceful, happy.

I think I did this right- probably have to do a re-write!

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Week 7 Prompt

If I were to die tomorrow, I would want to go down with the memories of one person as my final thoughts. It seems cliche to write about a boyfriend but he really is special to me. He has made me laugh more than anyone on this planet. If there is a comedian that you just love to hear and think is the funniest guy, you've obviously never met Trevor. Probably the funniest thing that I've ever seen him do was not very PG. I was having a down day and he was trying to cheer me up. I was sitting on the couch in a crabby mood when he came over to me and said "do you want me to do something funny?" Of course I said yes because I love it when he makes me laugh. He told me to take my laptop and put on a song- any song I wanted. I can't even remember which song I chose but at the moment the music started to play he tore all of his clothes off- yes all of them- and started dancing. You're probably wondering "Why would you laugh at a man giving you a strip tease?" It wasn't like that though. He was dancing like an idiot running around, jumping on furniture and doing these hilarious jumps that still make me bust out in laughter thinking about. Obviously my mood went from crap to amazing all because of him. He is really great and the memories I have of him are so perfect to me I wouldn't want to think of anything else.

Week 7 Prompt

Growing up I had a lot of different baby sitters. Some were good, some were bad and some were, well horrible. I experienced all of them with my side kick, my sister. One of my baby sitters happened to be a cousin of mine. He was about 15 and I was probably 5 or 6 and my sister was about 7 or 8. We used to terrorize him to no end. My sister and I wanted some french toast one day and he refused to make it for us, so while he was playing Super Smash Bros on the nintendo 64, Kirstie and I went into the kitchen to make some ourselves. Being so young we had no idea how to make french toast. So Kirstie took two slabs of bread, threw them into the toaster and cranked that baby up to the highest setting. After about 5 minutes and a room filled with smoke, Jason, my babysitter came storming in. The same time he walked in the toast popped out of the toaster. It was completely charred black. After seeing what Kirstie had done, Jason forced her to eat the "french toast" I was losing my mind with laughter which set Jason off even more. He told us both to go to our room and locked us in with the old chair under the door knob trick. Little did he know there was a back door for us to exit. We both snuck out the back way and when Jason wasn't looking, we poured grape juice all down his back. My sister and I terrorized Jason until finally he quit. We went through more babysitters than most and to this day we are like two peas in a pod causing havoc.

Week 7 Prompt

Danielle isn't as bad as some people make her out to be. She isn't THAT mean to people. Sure she has her moments, but sometimes those moments are good. One time I was in school and being picked on by a fellow classmate of ours. The girl was yelling in my face and seemed like she was going to hit me- all because her boyfriend had texted me. Danielle went right up to her and said "knock it off" the girl was so scared of Danielle she took off running. It may not seem like a lot to some people, but it meant the world to me to have her do that.

True story, the girl I stood up for has thanked me a million times for it.

week 7 theme

I was walking down the road once as a child. I had just been dropped off by the bus and was walking up the street as I did every day. Probably a street far too long to walk for an 8 year old but I did it anyway to avoid an extra hour on the horrible smelling bus. Anyway, I was walking along the side of the road kicking rocks as I always did and a truck pulled up beside me. A small green shit box of a truck and inside it was a shit box of a man behind the wheel. He had a long "white" beard- it was really stained yellow and had strange clumps in it. He pulled up beside me right next to me actually, -I now blame myself for not walking on the correct side of the street- and asked me if I wanted a ride home. Of course my mom had taught me one thing in life was to never get in a car with a stranger. I said no thanks and continued walking. He drove up beside me even more and asked me if I was sure. Uh yeah, pretty sure, thanks. I started to walk a little faster now because he was being persistent. He drove even closer to me practically forcing me into the ditch and said "I think you're a little too young to be walking alone, how about you hop on in my truck?"
"No thank you sir." I practically yelled at him. My house was only a few houses down by this time so I was praying to god he'd finally drive off, or I'd get to my house before he snatched me up. He then looked at me and said "Get your ass in my truck, now." I started to cry and run all at the same time. I took off in a dead sprint. I never ran so hard in my life. I looked back to see where he was and lucky for me he was turning around to leave. I kick myself every time I think about this story for not getting his license plate number. That was the last time I ever saw him.

Week 6 Prompt

Seeing the outside of TD Garden was not like I had imagined it. The building stood very long and not as tall as I had thought it would. Inside was incredible, however. Thousands of yellow seats littered the sides of the stadium. All different aisles could be made out across the stadium. The floor was even more pretty in person. Really nice wooden finish with Celtics painted across it. The players were lucky to play in such a nice stadium. The seats began to fill quick and suddenly the mustard yellow seats were now turning green with very few hints of black and red scattered about. Sitting way up high I could see the floor begin to be covered with tall, green poles of men on one side and the other tall, black and red men. Not a seat in the auditorium was full because everyone was on their feet.


Week 6 prompt

My room is a quiet, calm environment. It is a tranquil place for me to be. The bed lies big in the room taking up most of the tiny floor. Covered in a leopard print blanket that rests on top of a 3 inch memory foam topper. The walls are painted a calm beige that brings my headaches down tremendously. Plastered onto the walls are posters of leopards, and animals. Seeing the animals really brings a sense of nature into the room and makes me feel like I'm in a jungle, a peaceful, tranquil jungle.

Week 6 Prompt

26

Up the old dirt road about 2 miles lays one of the fondest memories of my childhood. The entrance is still gated off by an old rusty, yellow chain with a sign that reads "Do not enter". Right next to the chain is a beaten down path where young teens clearly ignored the sign and entered anyway. Past the chain holds a huge place of memories. Giant sand dunes that stretched what seemed like 100 feet high and a million miles out into the horizon. The hills brought back so many memories of little kittens being rolled down the sandy hills.* Over to the right of the giant hills laid a cave that enclosed around a small dune of sand. It was still partially intact. After about 10 years of wear and tear our little man made sand cave was still standing. The what used to be frog pond is all dried up and now lays a vast plane of dried and cracked sand.  A lot of grass has over taken the whole area but it still mainly sand.



*None of the kittens were hurt- just a little game my friend and I did it was harmless. :)

Funny this is a prompt because I actually just visited this place about a week ago so the memory is fresh in my mind!

Week 6 theme

The room was hot, a little too hot. It smelled of sweaty socks and salty tears. Big, red lockers coated the walls from top to bottom. The room was very somber. In one corner was a group of girls who sat on the floor gripping their heads. Across the solid wood bench was another girl face down crying. I looked across the room over and over again noting all of the details to keep my mind of the inevitable. Small black locks hung from the lockers. Across from me sat a big goalie bag; dirty and stunk of pure sweat. Possibly where the majority of the stench was coming from. On the wall was a huge mural of past successes. Team photos holding the state champion trophy, probably about 40 different articles of success plastered onto the window like a shrine of our program. Photos of our team from past years celebrating, screaming with happiness and now this- a room full of crying high school girls who would no longer have the chance to put their memory on the wall of fame.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Week 5 Prompt REDONE


I had a boyfriend once who I thought sun shined out his ass. Boy, was I wrong. He seemed like the perfect guy, sucked in school, had no job, no college ambitions and best of all made me feel like crap about myself. I was so young and stupid I thought these were all admirable traits- or I was just naïve. I thought that him and I were going to get married when I graduated high school.  

We met through my sister. He was new to the school and befriended her. She took me with them to go four wheeling and fishing. Our relationship turned out as really good friends; after awhile a lot of feelings started to light between us. We started going four wheeling without my sister- just the two of us. We would go riding from early in the morning till late at night and go fishing all day. It was the life. Spending time in the outdoors with a great guy. Eventually, we both expressed our feelings for each other, and soon after we were dating. I thought he was perfect. He was very nice, smart (little did I know he was actually dumber than a pile of rocks) and he was pretty attractive.

Our relationship started to hit off and we had been dating for about a year when I found out about his little "addiction" I was doing some homework with his laptop and needed to go though his history to find a page I had been on. While searching I happened across mass amounts of porn sites. Uh, no. I immediately lashed out on him. Screaming and saying I wasn't good enough for him. He tried to reassure me that I was but I wasn't buying it.

 For months I would catch him lying about his addiction and each time it would break me down even more. At this point it hurt me more knowing that he was lying to my face rather than the porn itself. I started to realize that his lying, terrible grades and lack of affection were not for me. The last time that I had caught him lying- this was probably the 30th time and the 10th break up I ended it for good. I knew deep in my hear that he wasn't the man for me and never would be. His lack of dedication to our relationship really drove it home for me. I told myself there was someone better out there for me and there was. Sometimes I wonder if I was too hard on him for his porn addiction, but then I realize that my current boyfriend doesn't have that issue so I don't feel bad at all.

Week 5 Prompt REDONE


It was a cold, brisk morning. I had woken up at 5:10 am. I was straightening my hair with my stunt group girls right by my side. We were getting ready for the big day- the Eastern Maine cheerleading championships. I swiped on my eye shadow primer and started on my makeup. Glitter, lots of it. Glitter is like war paint to a cheerleader. It runs in our veins, it coats our eyes and our uniform. It gives us an alter ego that no one can understand until they’re in that situation. I put in my bow and headed for the car. We boarded that big yellow bus and headed out for a day full of cheering, The way down was quiet. Everyone was still tired and nervous. The nerves were flooding my veins and stomach as we neared the entrance to the auditorium. We all walked in through the double doors into a room full of hundreds of cheerleaders. The battle had officially begun.
We took our usual spot in the bleachers as we had every year and started to suit up. We laced up our Nike Cheer shoes and set off to the big blue mat in the middle of the floor. I started to stretch out with my stunt group and we talked about what our goals for the day were. "Hit your shit. I don't care if Whitney feels like she's coming down. You keep her ass in the air!" I told them.
"Agreed, you guys, we can do this. We have so much potential to be great and we're going to do it. If we hit our stunts and our passes we can win this."
"I love you guys no matter what happens."
"Don't talk like that! The only thing that's going to happen is we're going to HIT!" We all got up and started to warm up our baskets. We threw some straight rides then some toe touches and our pike baskets. We were feeling great in warm ups.
Eventually the time came for us to sit and watch the others compete their routines. Our biggest rival, Central went first. We all sat there holding hands, praying they had mistakes. One girl, missed a jump and we all started to cheer (in our heads of course) "Did you see that girl? She missed a jump they're going to get a zero in that category!"
"Yes I saw it sh- Oh my god! They just had a tumbling collision! Yes!"
"You guys don't cheer so loud we'll get jinxed!" My coach said. After Central stammered off the mat in tears, Orono was up next. They were hitting a pretty solid routine until their pyramid. They were doing a basic shoulder sit- this is something a 5 year old can do and they dropped her right on the ground. "YES!!!!!" We all screamed in unison. All we had to do was hit and we'd be crowned the Eastern Maine Champions. It was our time on the mat. We were all so nervous but we stuck it out. It came time to our hardest stunt. We were up and completed most of the stunt when my flyer came down- about 5 counts early. It was a fall. I was heartbroken. We finished the routine with no mistakes but we knew we had blown our chances of a victory.
It was time for awards and all of the teams gathered on the mat. The announcer called the top 6 teams who would advance to the state final. 6th was Bucksport, 5th was Orono we all laughed hysterically because they were a bunch of cocky bitches who deserved that 5th place embarrassment. 4th was Houlton, and then it came down to top 3. We had made it this far. We knew that it was us, Central and Sumner left. Tears were filling my eyes as I anticipated the 3rd place team to be called. "In third place... the Sumner Tigers!" I immediately burst into tears. We had medaled. We were second place and that was okay for me. We were coming into this competition with the hopes of simply advancing to the state final. "You guys, Central had a collision and jump issues, there is no way they beat us" I heard a girl on my team say. As we waited for the announcer I got a little tinge of hope in my heart that we had won. "In second place..." It seemed as though he waited an eternity to say it. "The Central Red Devils!" The room burst into explosive cheering. My teammates hugged each other and were all crying and I sat there in utter shock at what had just happened. My hands flew to my face and I began to sob like a baby. We were Eastern Maine Champions. After Central received their award the announcer finally called us up as the 1st place champions. I had never been so happy in my entire life time. The hard work paid off and we won.


Week 5 Prompt


My little green lanyard. It is long, lime green and says STX FIELD HOCKEY over and over. On the end of it there is a ford key- the key to my heart, my pride and joy, my car. Next to my key is a set of small, one-inch cards that hold barcodes to all of my savings in life. My lanyard holds my car, my savings and my favorite sport I’ve ever played all in one place. The day I lost my keys was a sad day. I searched and searched for them until I could search no more. I searched in my bedroom, under my leopard print comforter. In the bathroom under the eggshell colored sink- no luck. The last place that I checked my sisters room. I searched in her dresser, her bed, and finally found them in her knock off Louis Vuitton handbag. I knew she had taken them from the beginning. She always steals my stuff from me.

Week 5 Theme

I know this is very late- I wrote all of my prompts and theme and completely forgot to post them on the website. :(


It was a hot, stuffy afternoon at Bud’s. The customers were flooding in every second- it was food stamp week so everyone was there to get their welfare fixings. Typical people were coming into my line; crusty old men who had todays lunch still packed into their gray beard. Greasy hair that was caked with dandruff and other things I wasn’t quite sure were. A lot of the women would in with their screaming children- clearly they were on some sort of drug, pills I’d assume. Buying all kinds of Pepsi, Mountain Dew, Cheetos, steak dinners, lobster you name it. Of course none of them were buying healthy foods for their children- the sole reason they even have those food stamps.

 It wasn’t until one man came in my line that really confirmed my passionate dislike for welfare recipients. He was the typical grungy looking man. Gray, unshaved face reeked of cigarettes and last nights Jack Daniels. He came into my line and threw his items on the belt. I was watching the ice melt off his coffee flavored ice cream as he piled more junk food onto the belt. Chips, soda, steak, and then there it was. A nice tall half- gallon of a poor mans drink- Orloff Vodka. As I continued to scan each item through I wondered how on earth he was going to pay for the items. Hmm… the irony of knowing that I’m paying for his food is strangely not as funny as I thought it’d be. I thought in my head. As I finished running through all of his items he handed me a coupon. The nerve of this guy trying to get a deal on FREE food! It was a coupon for $5 off a purchase of $30 or more. I looked at the little blue box that read his subtotal it was a little over $30 so I rang in the coupon. After a second of praying that it wouldn’t work, much to my delight the screen beeped back at me and read “Amount not yet reached” It was then that I realized that his Orloff was what put him over the $30 limit. Knowing that he wasn’t getting a deal on his booze was such a relief. I handed him back the coupon and said “Sir, your total doesn’t exceed $30 because of the alcohol.” It was then that he ripped up the long red and white piece of paper and threw it at my face. For a long while  I sat there in disbelief. Shocked that I was just practically attacked in my work place, shocked that no one has killed this man yet and shocked that I didn’t scream. I politely finished his order and he left the store.