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

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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.

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.