My object was a rock

So back in September I went to a ‘Writing for the Young Adult’ workshop ran by the Hunter Writers Centre. Talks were given by the wonderful Kaz Delaney, Lizzie Wilcock and Amy Lovat. It was fascinating and insightful, I found these three women to be lovely, with a wealth of knowledge between them.

For a bit of fun the ladies gave us two random photos and an object, we were then asked to write an opening line for a story and a scene of dialogue using the photos and item as a prompt. I got a photo of a river and a male teen wearing a leather jacket while playing the guitar, my object was a rock.

I thought I’d share what I came up with – I even made Genie a name plaque picture thingy, not at the time of writing, but last night when re-reading and deciding to share her with you.Genie

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Billy was going to be a star. Then Billy drowned when I crashed my car.

My bedspreads covered in glass. One of locals has thrown another rock through my bedroom window. It has been happening regularly since I crashed my car in the river. I’d just picked Billy, my boyfriend up from band rehearsal when a bright light exploded across the road in front of us. I freaked and swerved hard. My car rolled and ended up in the river. The next thing I knew I was laying soaking wet on my bed at home with no explanation as to how I got there.

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He looked at me, pain crinkling his already wrinkled old face.

I sighed “I’m sorry granddad, I just can’t”

“Darling, you haven’t left the house in months”.

He just doesn’t get it, no body gets it.

“I’m sorry” is all I can manage before slamming my head face first onto my pillow.

“Please Genie, life must go on”.

Right then another rock sails through my bedroom window, smashing the newly replaced glass.

I sit up to see my grandfather hot footing it down the stairs “see it’ll never be ok, I can never leave” but I’m screeching at empty air. I can hear my grandad out on the front lawn yelling.

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Lost: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

“We’re lost aren’t we” Tessa practically growled the words at me.

“Ok, Fine” I sighed “Yes we’re lost”.

It had been my idea to go wandering around a strange city, I hadn’t realised at the time how bad Tessa and I were at reading a map.

We bought our third Ice cream and continued to wander around.

“Wait isn’t that our hotel” Tessa squealed jumping up and down with excitement.

We practically ran to our Hotel. We agreed that we wouldn’t leave the hotel again unless on a guided tour and set out for the pool with Margaritas in hand.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsPHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/11/12/14-november-2014/

Today is your birthday

Today is your birthday
And I hope you’re doing well
I contemplate sending you a message
But quickly realise it won’t reach you in your personal hell

Is it you that’s stuck
Or is it me that dwells
In a place of memories
And secrets not to tell

My knight in shining armour
You could never be
A drug to keep you high forever
Well that was never me

Will you always be with me
In that condemned place
Or as time consumes me
Will I forget it and your beautiful face

Today is your birthday
And I truly hope you are doing well
I wish for you a light to show you a path
Out of your personal hell

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The Restorer: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

This was the image prompt > PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Jean L. Hays> and below is what my imagination made of it in 100 words.PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Jean L. Hays

I was left at the side of the road by my owner when he ran me out of oil.
Left to rust away and die.
The local teenage punks were hiding inside me puffing away on their foul smelling cigarettes.
Then one day a tow truck turned up, he was all shiny and smug.
I thought for sure I was going to the junk yard to be crushed.

I was taken to a restoration shop.
My engine got rebuilt, interior replaced and my body painted and polished.

I look brand new again. All thanks to my new owner, The Restorer.

 

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/11/05/7-november-2014/ 

Why Won’t It Do

In this world I have everything

But it just won’t do

Always left wanting more

As desire tries to break down the door

I can be so materialistic at times

That it makes me sick

Actually sometimes it causes me to act like a dick

Always wanting

Only to want more

I get so cranky while waiting to score

I have everything I need

But it’s never enough

My life is filled with cuddles and love

But it always seems that it’s never enough

What on earth else is needed to fill the void?

I thought once my son was born it’d be destroyed

This hidden hungry monster that lives in my brain

Before she excited life was much simpler

And I was happy with plain

How do I satisfy her?

When she’s in a world with everything

But it won’t do

Not Giving Up

So much pressure in my head
I feel so sleepy
and I miss my bed
I need a break to recharge my smile
Because I’ve lost it
It hasn’t be around for a while
These new drugs aren’t kicking in
My point of view is getting rather dim
I’m not sure which way is up
But it’s OK
I’m not giving up

 

Karma Knows the Truth

Stirring shit

You better think quick

Before you get bit

And blown away

How sad your life must be

To spend your time causing so much misery

Spinning your lies until the world dissolves to grey

The people that you mess with

Can only take so much

It’ll be worse than a bull rush

When karma comes to your town

The pain and suffering you’ve caused

Will beat down your doors

And you will get what’s coming to do

No matter how much you try to explain

It’ll all be in vain

As karma knows the truth

Martha : Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

Martha stared up at the sky with hungry eyes. She had never in all her eighty three years seen a drought so bad.

Dark clouds started to roll in and cover the painfully bright sky. It was as if the gods had finally answered her prayers.

The healing rain flowed down revitalising Martha and filling her with such joy that she lifted up her petticoat and began to prance around in the street like a woman of much less years.

The rain purged the burnt land as it refilled the reservoirs and the townsfolk’s hearts, giving them the strength to start again.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands

Mary: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

Mary could feel the tears prickling at the corner of her eyes.

Her once magnificent family home was in ruins.

As she gingerly walked through what was left of the house it was evident by the smell that there had been squatters living there at some stage.

After her father’s bankruptcy years before, Mary had vowed that she would one day get her Family’s heritage back.

After twenty years she now had just managed to reacquire the once grand property.

Mary was determined; that what this place once was with her tender love and care it would be again.

 

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My First Ever YouTube Video

The greatest prison people live in is the fear of what other people think.

With that in mind, I am going to suck it up and just post this video!

Arms Around Me

I want to run and hide
Down deep inside
How happy I would be
You no longer poisoning my mind
Please set my soul free
I’d no longer need to lie
Without your arms around me
But I’m frozen in pain
Shame won’t let me leave
The failure I’ve become
Is unbecoming to me
You no longer by my side
I’d set my soul free
But with you till I die
I told you I would be
So here still I lie
With your arms around me
I feel the need to cry
But the tears won’t leave me
While you wallow in sorrow and self-pity
Why don’t you just leave me?
All the past tears we’ve cried
With your arms around me
I’m trying to figure out why
And if I should leave
But with you till I die
I told you I would be
So here still I lie
With your arms around me