Jul. 6th, 2017

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 I Want More

Prompt: Open Spaces

Character: Annika    Story: Fairy Tail (temporary title)

 

The sun gently warms my head and shoulders as I walk under its light. I am thankful that the day isn't any hotter, lest the joyous warmth becomes a burning heat. As it stands, my arms are already feeling the strain of the weight of several large books within my grasp. This can hardly be helped, however, as I am on my way to the library to return them. I sigh as I remember when I first checked them out and the librarian patronizingly asked if I would be able to read all these 'very big books' by the due date. I had, of course, assured him that it would be no problem, but he had responded with only a dubious look proving that he was far from believing my assurances. I know that I should be quite accustomed to this treatment, and yet I find that regardless of the frequency this kind of occurrence arises, I am still equally unprepared to respond.

 

I am pulled from my thoughts by some off my so- called peers playing a game of basketball across the street with one of those hoops that children love. They are laughing and pushing each other, that is until they see me. The fun stops when I come into view and they point and talk to each other in what they think of as quiet whispers. I know what this town thinks of me. I am an oddball. At school, I have many nicknames, none of which are particularly flattering. I am known as Bookworm, teacher's pet, or even just that freak. And all this merely because I find it easier and more fun to read books rather than banter or gossip with my friends. That is if I had friends. The closest I have is my sister, but even then she isn't like me. She has some friends and she will run off and engage in activities I never would.

 

My father tells me that this is merely one phase of my life; that everything will change when I enter college. He claims that I have simply matured faster than those my same age, but I have my doubts. I am not implying that I think myself superior to all others my age, but I think there may be some form of a phenomenon within this small town which forces sensible teens to become reckless in a very veiled attempt to blend in and fit in. I, on the other hand, am not one to change myself to be included. And for my 'indecent arrogance' I am ostracized.

 

I can't imagine that I am missing all that much, so I am not bitter by this treatment. At least at home, I am treated normally. This was my normal life, until recently. Everything changed when the most popular guy in the whole school suddenly took notice of me. I can't tell if he is joking or if he has seriously developed a new crush for me, but I wish he would move on sooner rather than later. I don't have anything against him in particular, but he is content to stay as he is and never straying far from home. This is not a life I can envision for myself. Ever.

 

I can't help but want more. I want to travel and see places that no one in this town could ever dream of. Meet new people, learn new languages and facts, sightseeing in the great travel centers of the world. Add an adventure along the way, and I shall live with no regrets. Perhaps along the way, I will find a place that calls out to me; one where I feel I truly belong, but my current situations are most certainly not that place.

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Misery Loves Company

Prompt: the meanest thing anyone has ever said to you

Character(s): Mercy and Judith  Story: Seven (temporary title)

 

Judith's Tale

To this day, I still don't get how he found out. I sure as hell didn't tell him, and I am just as sure that Mercy didn't tell him either since she is justifiably terrified of him, though she doesn't know just how terrifying he can be. Besides, I hadn't seen him in... months? years? I can't even remember, so let that be the judge. I got a call from one of the staff that my father was home and that he was 'requesting my presence'. As if I had a choice! So I'm thinking, well, whatever. He probably just wants to yell at me some for my 'lack luster' grades and my 'poor attitude', like he does EVERY time he is home for more than an hour or two. So when I did get home, only like half an hour after when I was told I needed to be home- which is like basically on time, if you are me- I was a little weirded out that all the lights were off and none of the staff were around. But anyway, so then I went to my dad's office, cause, of course, he was going to be there- where else would he be. I was right, and... I wish I had been wrong. I wish that he had been called away again like so many times before. I was used to that disappointment a long time ago and I could have handled that. But he was home.

 

I knocked on the door, as I have been so well trained to do so, and when his gruff voice barked for me to enter, I turned the knob and walked in. Before my eyes could even like adjust to the sudden light, I was seeing literal stars. My cheek stung and I was sure it was already hella red and swelling. He didn't even give me the chance to ask what the hell was going on before he started to yell at me, worse than ever before. He was calling me a whore, just like dear old mom, and that I couldn't possibly be his real daughter. With each biting word, he delivered a matching slap to my face. Tears were streaming down my face, and I refuse to believe they were in any way emotional- getting hit hurts physically and tears are bound to happen. He assured me that there was no possible way he had a daughter who was a fag. I nearly lost it and would have yelled at him that it would have been better if I wasn't his daughter, but... I couldn't. Just before he left again, he demanded that I not only break up with Mercy but that I am never to see her again.

Never one to be good, I was tempted to ignore him and continue to be with her, but I was chilled to the bone with his parting words: "If I hear anything about you continuing with this disgusting behavior, I will kill you." I had never heard this level of threat from him, and worse... I believed he meant it.

Mercy's Tale

Judith had been absent for the last week or so, and I was starting to really worry. I mean, it's not like she is a very dedicated student, but this was pushing it, even for her. And even if she wasn't attending school, she would still text me or come see me, but I still hadn't heard from her. Ever text I sent was ignored and when I tried to surprise her with a visit, I was shooed away at the door.

 

On the day she finally returned, I was so excited and relieved. I wanted to see her and hoped that she would be able to explain exactly what happened. I rushed to the front gate and I noticed that her face was a little swollen. I thought that she might have been sick or something, but that didn't explain why she wouldn't at least text me or let me know. I ran up to her like I have done a dozen times before, and I expected her to wrap her arms around me and hold me close. She didn't. Instead, she pushed me. My back hit the pavement and pain coursed through my whole body.

 

"Judith, what's going on?" I was shocked. I couldn't believe that she had done that. She had never hurt me before.

 

"Oh, sorry, Boo." A sneer was plastered on her face and each word came out coated with malice and sarcasm. "I just didn't want you anywhere near me. It's disgusting."

 

I couldn't comprehend her words, thus I was left on the ground, gaping up at her. "What is?" I asked on autopilot.

 

"You are. I mean, really?! You thought I liked you? Maybe even loved you? Two women together is just disgusting and I couldn't hold up the ruse anymore. I've been vomiting for the whole week at the very idea of it."

 

Now, I could barely see her through the tears falling without any control. "I don't understand. Where is this coming from?"

 

"This is just who I am Mercy. You are the freak." And without another word or gesture, she sauntered off to class like it was any other day. I then became aware of the fact that we had had an audience, a group who were now whispering, and I just knew that word of this would flood the school. The person I loved... love has just publicly destroyed me. And I still didn't know why. 

Prompt # 6

Jul. 6th, 2017 07:58 pm
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Here is the next prompt; interpret it as you will.

Changing places
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She was back. Back from the Mirrorworld. Back home. Everything Jenn had been through in that place, the place of the dead, was still with her. But she was back. 
 
Simon was still there. He always would be. She couldn't bring him back with her, he was dead. He didn't exist here, he only barely existed there.

But she was alive. She wore the evidence of that on her right arm, which was as it had been within the mirror. Stripped of flesh, muscle, tendons and blood, her arm from the shoulder to fingertips was just bone. Only those magically gifted or who had interacted with the Mirrorworld would be able to see it, but she always would. Her hand held the little bag of tears -of salt. 
 
She stood, and heard a gasp. Her eyes shooting to the source, she locked gaze with AnnaBritt. "Anna... What are you..."
 
"Oh my God! What's wrong with your arm?!" She squeaked, sitting on the ground as if she had fallen back, eyes locked on Jenn's right arm of bone. 

"What? You..." She lifted her arm, "you can see this?"

"Eeek! That can't be real, right?" AnnaBritt looked up at Jenn. "...Right? And... You just came out of there, right? Am I high?" She pointed at the standing mirror behind Jenn. 

Jenn scratched her head. Did AnnaBritt see her come through the mirror? That must have counted as experiencing something related to the Mirrorworld. Damn. How was she supposed to explain this? And to AnnaBritt of all people. 


 
She recalled the last time she had really interacted with AnnaBritt. They had both been vying for Cheer Squad Leader, and AnnaBritt had gotten vicious in her campaign. It hit it's worst when AnnaBritt spread a rumor that she had caught Jenn giving a pair of JV football players head in the locker room after practice. It wasn't true, but suddenly Jenn was getting catcalled in the halls and given the cold shoulder by her so-called friends. Jenn left cheer after a screaming match between the two of them got them both suspended. 

After that, people seemed to stop believing the nasty rumors, but Jenn refused to talk to AnnaBritt. Once, they had been best friends. Inseparable. Now... Jenn could barely stomach looking at her. Apparently, with her arm as it was, the same could be said for AnnaBritt. 


 
"AnnaBritt..." She clenched her fist. "Yes, it's real. This," She held up her arm, her skeletal hand still holding the bag of tears she had worked so hard to get, "this is me." 

"That's.." AnnaBritt turned away, vomiting. 

"Yeah, that was my reaction too." She turned to look at the mirror behind her. She was a sad shadow of herself. What was she supposed to do now that she was back? She grabbed the sheet from the floor and threw it over the mirror. She didn't want to risk ending up there again. 

"AnnaBritt? Are you alright?" She would have to explain, wouldn't she? 

AnnaBritt looked at her, eyes wide, trembling. "How? How can that be real?"

Jenn sighed. "I was pulled into another world, a world where the dead reside. It cost me to pass through. It cost me this." She lifted her arm. "Most people won't be able to see it, but you saw me pass back through, didn't you? Because you saw that, you'll see my arm as it truly is. Sorry. I know it's gross."

"The mirror... Yeah. I was here to get a gift for my dad, looking around, when I saw this mirror light up and you came through, looking like that... How did it do that? Is it evil?" Her eyes were still huge. 

"Is it evil..? Maybe. I guess it might be. Last time, it activated because there was a guy who came in..." Jenn shuddered, remembering the man who had tried to rape her here, in front of the mirror. How she had grabbed an antique sword and struck it through him, how the mirror had been splattered with blood and come alive, pulling both her and the would-be rapist in. He was already dead, but she ended up trapped in a world of dead while still living. And then she had met Simon.... "And some stuff happened, so it pulled us in. I covered it up, just in case." 

"So, the mirror came awake, did it?" A voice came from behind her. Turning, she found herself reunited with Andrew, the owner of the antique store, and her former boss. 

"Andrew. So you knew? You kept something so dangerous out?" Jenn was incensed. 

"It's just an antique mirror. Or at least, it was. I don't know what could have changed it. In any case, you should call your parents. You've been missing for a day and a half."

Jenn was aghast. "Only a day? Really?" It had been so much longer inside the mirror. Months. And now she was back, torn up, different, but the world was the same. Jenn looked at AnnaBritt. "Don't tell anyone about this. Not that they'd believe you, but just... just keep it a secret, will you?" Then, to her boss, "Sorry Andrew, I quit." She walked out, to her home, to a bath and a warm bed and her family. She didn't know what to tell them yet, but with a single, bloody night, the trajectory of her life had shifted. Nothing would be the same. She would never be the same.

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Unedited. I'll go through it later and clean it up. Admittedly, not my best work. I know pieces of what I want to happen in this story, but connecting the dots is harder than it usually is. Somehow, I have to get AnnaBritt pulled in so she can get a cool black and red eye. Somehow. 

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