Thinking

Prompt: Free write starting with this thought; Could you stay in bed all day and think?

The short answer: Yes, I believe I could. The long answer begins with me stating that thinking is one of my great joys in life. I don't just mean logical thinking, daydreaming and fantasizing are how I spend most of my time anyways. It can be so much fun that even if hunger began to set in or I had to go to the bathroom I don't think I would. I think I would stay comfortably within the bounds of my fantasies so that I can continue being whoever I want. Not to say I can't be who I want in real life, but its certainly harder when I don't have control over what everyone else is going to say and do. I always want to control everyone, to know what their thinking and how they'll react in certain situations, but I can't. Honestly, I like that I can't. I mean, not in that example, but in a general sense I like that no one has control over anyone else. Your life and your thoughts are a precious gift and you shouldn't let anyone take that away from you.  

Deal?

Prompt: Use the the picture to spark a story or poem. 


The town was loud and boisterous as it always was. Children were playing in the street, couples holding hands walked down the main path, adults stopped to chat with one another as they passed by, but most curiously was the man by the wishing well, for he was not joyous at all. In fact, it would seem that he was rather perplexed, but no one else seemed to notice. The man just stood there staring into the depths of the wishing well perhaps trying to force his wish to come true because he knows its the only solution. Then, almost out of nowhere, he's joined by a second man. This one much taller and broader than the first. The two exchange their greetings and the second man passes over a piece of parchment. The first man analyzes it for a moment and then proceeds with the following conversation.

"Right then, all the affairs seem to be in order. I guess there's nothing else to take of." The first man says rather shyly in a bit of a rushed mumble.

"Right you are, Carlos. Everything is in order and there's nothing else to do except for you to come back with me and work as my slave for the rest of your life." The second man says with a sly smile. "Unless of course you've decided to back out of our little agreement. In which case I suppose we should skip right to the punishment clause. What was it again... death, I believe."

"I'm fully aware, Ramos. I will honor the agreement. My word is good, as long as yours is as well."

"Of course, I would never betray my word." Ramos responds placing his hand over his heart. "Your family will be safe and well fed."

"Thank you. You're a good man for doing this."

"Don't thank me! I'm doing this for a slave. I'm doing this to make you my slave and for no other reason. So don't think for one second that its because of you or your family." He pauses, his face a mere inch away from his 'friend's'. "Got it?"

"Yes, Ramos. Of course."

"Yes, Master. You will call me Master from now on." The second man nearly bowed to show his respect. "Right, well let's be going. There's a lot of work to do and I can't have any of it not get down." The two men began to walk down the path away from the village. The second man never glancing back, the first, only glancing back once and only to give a small nod at the wishing well. 

First Car

Prompt: What was your first car? 


A safe haven
A place of freedom
A place of complete solitude
A place for me to be me
That was my first car
It was the first place I ever got to be alone
It marked the first time I ever felt responsible
It was perfect its own way
But not quite perfect in a car's sense
It was falling apart
Rusting, breaking and generally not working
It had to be destroyed
It was because of this that I got a new car
A better car some might argue
But to me that's impossible
Because the best car in the world was my first car

Comprise?

Prompt: Mention all these words in a story that ends in comprise: mechanic, spaghetti, bathtub, stool. 


"Yeah, its the bathtub that needs fixing. I'm not sure what's wrong it just doesn't seem to work anymore. Anyways, I'll leave you to it, holler if you need anything." I hesitate for just a second before turning and leaving the bathroom. I spend the next hour eating and watching T.V. in the living room. Then I decide that I should probably go check and see how the plumber upstairs is coming. When I walk in the door however I'm shocked to see the mechanic sitting in the bathtub eating spaghetti. "Um, excuse me. What's going on in here?"

"Oh, nothing, Ma'am. Just finishing up."

"I can see that your finishing up your food, but what about the bathtub? You know, the reason your here!"

"Yeah, yeah, hold on."

Realizing this guy isn't going down without a fight I grab the stool from the corner and take a seat in front of the tub. "Look. I'll let you finish that if you promise to fix the tub right after your done. Deal?"

"I'll think about it." He says with a smirk.

"Fine. What can I offer you in exchange for you doing your job?"

He smirks again, I want to punch him. "I think something can be arranged." He says glancing toward my breasts. Okay, now I really will punch him. "Tell you what. You show me those things and I'll do all the work you want."

I stare at him hoping he'll back down but he shows no signs of it. Finally after several long tiring moments I peel off my shirt and listen while listening to him making ungodly sounds. "Happy?" I say putting my shirt down. He just smirks and pulls open his toolbox. 

Leaving

Prompt: A quiet country road at the end of a hot summer's day. What would you find if you just kept moving along into the sunset? 


"You could stay you know." I said hoping that she would stay even though I knew she wouldn't. 


"I can't actually. I'm done with this place, and its done with me." I think she realizes I'm slightly offended because she adds, "Come on, you know I love you." Do you? Is all I can think. "I've been here for years and I've had some great times, many of them with you, but now I have to move on to a different adventure. Not better, well, maybe better... I don't know. But definitely different."


"I guess I get it." And I do. Kind of. I get why she wants to leave, why she wants to get out of this crummy small town while she has the chance. I just don't get why she has to make it seem like she's saying goodbye to me. I mean, she is technically, but only for a little while, I'll see her again... I hope. "I'll see you again right?" I ask finally not being able to hold it back anymore. 


"Jesus. Of course you will. I'm not about to die we'll still meet up all the time. In the city, in other countries, all over the place. Just not here."


"Why not here?"

"Because." She sighs. "There's no reason to stay." I know her well enough to know that what she means to say is, 'this place reminds me to much of my parents" but I don't bring it up.

"Alright, go ahead. Call me though."

"Will do." It doesn't take her more than a second to get into her car and drive down the road into the sunset. That's what I love about her, she doesn't hesitate. She doesn't let herself get so emotionally attached that she's tied down. She just does what she wants. I wish I could do that sometimes but then I realize I don't need to because I have her to do those things while I do the typical things. Its a win win. I think. 

Reflections

Prompt: High school reminds you of...


Its funny to think of high school again after its over. After you've made it through all of the crap and can finally look at everything with an objective eye. Because its at that point that you realize you weren't always the good guy and that sometimes you were at fault. Like in fourth grade when Jessica Bones started teasing me about being shy, I always pinned the whole thing on her, but the fact of that matter is that I was really shy. I could have made friends and I could have talked more and then Jessica wouldn't have said that because she would never have had reason to. Or that time that Jeremy Kennedy got me in trouble for talking in class, I completely blocked out the part about how I accidently stepped on his foot which then sparked our conversation.

Thinking back on all of my memories I'm realizing that its so easy to skew your memories to make yourself feel better, but its a lie. Is it better to shield yourself from the truth or to admit that you made a mistake and carry on? 

Crowds

Prompt: Crowds make me feel...


Its the first day of high school and I have never been more nervous. Not just because of the stereotypical reasons teenagers usually have for being nervous, but also because my school is little overcrowded. This probably wouldn't be a big deal to most kids, but to me its a disaster. You see, I'm terrified of crowds. I'm scarred I'll get knocked over and trampled, I'm scarred I'll embarrass myself, I'm scarred of every possible thing that could happen in a crowd. Its been like this for as long as I can remember, except up until now its never been a problem because I was home schooled. My Mom decided that during high school I needed to get out of the house and make some friends, I don't agree, but nonetheless I'm here. So as their herding all 2000 of us into an auditorium that's made for 1500 I start to feel sick to my stomach.

They filed the freshman in first which means I technically have a chance at a seat, but I don't know that I want one. Which is better, standing and freaking out or sitting and freaking out? In the end I go for sitting because its probably more likely that something bad would happen if I stood in the back by the seniors than if I sit up front with freshman who are also terrified (maybe not to the same extent, but still). I take my seat and am immediately sandwiched between a rather large guy and a couple who have decided to share a seat. My breathing gets heavier. I can't take this, I'm not equipped for this, I have to get out of here. And just like that, I leap from my seat and make a break for the door. It takes several minutes to actually reach my destination but eventually I collapse to my knees in the deserted hallway. I can't go back in there, I can't do this for four years, I'm done. I'm done.