Daily Prompt; Drawing a Blank

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When was the last time your walked away from a…

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Daily Prompt; Drawing a Blank

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When was the last time your walked away from a discussion, only to think of The Perfect Comeback hours later? Recreate the scene for us, and use your winning line.

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There is only one person that I butt heads with most of the time. It is because we are too much alike. We are both sensitive and instantly we can put each other on the defense, which makes ugly words come forth, and regrets come later.

I have learned to bite my tongue and walk a way. Now I get so shaky inside. My legs feel like jelly and my hands began to tremor. It is built up hurt and anger not knowing how to be released.

The next time we see each other, the topic comes up and we talk about it calmly until we each get our point across.

It just isn’t worth letting words fly, tempers flare, and blood pressure soars. We are adults and even in the middle of battle, we need to remember we are grown-up and we can handle issues in a better way.

My winning line being said my me because I always end up feeling better saying the last words is, now don’t we both feel better now?

The Ruined Summer

” I can’t believe you just said that to me. Go a way. Leave me alone. I never want to see you…

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The Ruined Summer

” I can’t believe you just said that to me. Go a way. Leave me alone. I never want to see you again.” Rose wept into her hands. Her legs were wobbling and she knew she was about to collapse to the ground. She didn’t want Jason to see her in that position. Crying in front of him was humiliating enough.

Jason ignored her pleas and came over to her and put his arm around her. As his arm touched her shoulder Rose’s body jolted and her hand came up slapping him across the face. ” I said, leave me alone. You are nothing but scum. I trusted you. How could you do this to me?”

” Oh God, it’s no big deal. People do it all the time. You don’t see any of your other friends acting totally insane like you do you?”

” What? What are you saying? I am not like other people. I am Rose and no one else. I am not trying to win population votes here. I loved you Jason. You said I was the only one and now I find out through gossip that you were with another last night.”

” So, it is no big deal. That other girl means nothing to me. In fact, if you want to know the truth, she sort of forced herself on me. I think she slipped something in my drink last night. You know I would never hurt you intentionally don’t you?”

Once again he walked closer to her and took his arms and placed them around her waist. Rose looked up into his icy-blue eyes. She saw no regrets. Mirrors of laughter reflected back at her. Mocking and laughing at her for being so foolish and the biggest fool.

She gathered up all of her strength and drew her knee up landing him good right in the male  parts. This knocked him down to the ground. He rolled from side to side in pain. Next he came back to his senses and stood up brushing dirt off of his pants.

” No one gets a way with trying to  hurt me. Rose, you will pay for this. You will pay for this good. I will ruin you. I will destroy what little reputation you have. You will regret ever kneeing me. You will see.”

He started to walk a way and he then turned back as he heard her voice.

” No Jason, I will be the one ruining your precious reputation. For if I find out that I am pregnant I will tell everyone what you did to me. I will call the police and have you arrested for  rape. I will tell your parents. If I am pregnant, you will pay dearly for the rest of your life. No, it will me that destroys you. Don’t you ever forget it.”

He turned around and walked a way, shaking his head at her rude comments. Who did she think she was threatening him like this. He was the Captain of the Basketball team. He was on the honor roll. His parents owned two businesses in town. She was such a loser.

Rose walked a way never looking back in his direction. She couldn’t believe she had bought that crap that he loved her. She had been saving herself for the right person. He had told her everything she had ever want to hear. They had spent the entire school year together every minute. To know that he was screwing around on her behind her back was the worst thing that had ever happened to her.

She went through the front door and up the stairs to her bedroom. She threw her clothes off and started the shower. Getting in the hottest water her body could handle she scrubbed until her skin was bright red.

She wanted nothing more than to start her life all over. To wash any memories of where he had touched her. As she stood in the steamy shower she hoped and prayed this didn’t lead to anything worse than the fight they had just had.

I Like Being Older

Children in pretty clothes

Manners showing bright

Gathered round the Christmas tree

Staring at the lights.

All of family gathered here

Holding hands for prayer

Dinner served for all who sat

Taking time to eat and going no where.

Presents gathered neath the tree

One for each adult and child

Opening each for all to see

No one was acting wild.

Today is different we can see

Money replaces God

Family barely being here

Old fashioned has turned to mod.

Pick up foods already made

Screaming and yelling is what we hear

No time to do what has now come to past

The meaning of Christmas  is now thought of last.

TV commercials promote big gifts

People get but can not pay

Stressed and tired and running on fumes

Oh please let’s get through this day.

We go to grandma’s house to eat

Hurry and gobble down the food

Open our gifts as quick as we can

Hurry and leave this hood.

I am so thankful for my old age

For the memories I hold dear

Of family sitting around the tree

I wish I could turn the clock back as I shed my first tear.

Terry Shepherd

12/13/2012

 

 

 

 

Picture It And Write It, June 17,2012, Writing Exercise

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Waiting, wishing, wanting. This was what was on his mind. Tongue hanging out, with drool spilling from the tip. He was hungry. Softly walking the perimeters, looking front and behind, to see if anyone or anything was following him. He was tired and he didn’t feel like fighting for his meal.

The season had been a hard one for him. Food was low. No one was leaving any food out, making meal time a bit easier to latch on to. There was nothing in the trash bins, but paper and cans and some plastics.

He sat himself under an oak tree, and with ears perked up, listening for intruders, he cleaned himself. There was more dirt where he traveled than grass. Without much rain, even his own prints could be seen in the dust.

He used to consider himself an outstanding creature, but as he bathed, he could feel his bones. His fat that he usually carried was disappearing.

Stopping, listening, he heard a sound. Sitting up straight he sat very still. His green eyes were scanning the darkness, trying to hone in on what was out here. His nose wiggled as he began sniffing for familiar smells. There it was again, not far in the distance. He got on all fours and began to make his way, edging closer to the sound. His mouth began to water, as he could envision, his next meal. His belly almost touching the ground, his green radars had caught the target.

Crawling closer and closer, he was inches from his prey. He licked his lips, and crouched in his attack position. He waited for one second, then pounced, placing both front legs over his prey. Nothing, he had missed.

His eyes quickly found his trophy and moved the few feet, and crouching once again, make his move. His body covered it. He could feel it trying to escape under his belly. There was a fight between the two. He was not giving up. He quickly moved to the side, while using his foot to hold his victim. With one foot holding his meal, he reached down with his white fangs and bit into fur.

He started shaking his head back and forth wearing down his prey. He let it drop and bit into it once again, and he could feel the body becoming limp. He dropped it from his mouth and batted it silly with his front legs, until it moved no more. Dead, lifeless, victory, a meal.

He picked it up once again and took it to the back porch and tossed it down. He looked briefly around, and no one was present, and then sat down to feast on his mouse.

Thank you Ermilia for allowing me this chance to write for Picture It And Write It.