Thougths
I'm trying to start to write again. Right now I don't have any specific plots so I'm just writing things to stretch my creative muscles again. I'll post the two little vignettes that I've written for any comments or thoughts- good or bad. It's been almost a year since I've written any fiction but it feels good again.
“You left!” The scream scratched her throat with the intensity. She raved and railed, through a vase and then regretted all of it. “I told you I was pregnant and you left.” She sobbed painfully. She hated it crying. It made her weak and weakness was something she rarely allowed herself to feel.
“I couldn’t stay.” He held her hands in front of her, locking them down. He was back and he was taking what was his. “I had to protect you, both of you.”
“What are you talking about?” She seethed, clearly not believing him. But, then again, why should she?
“You were in danger. My job, it was putting you in danger.”
“In danger of what?” She tried to pull away but his strength kept her tied to him. “Paper cuts? You’re a loan advisor for crying out loud.”
Ben listened to the frustration pour out through her, he knew he no longer had a choice. Pulling her hands he drug her through the house, the house that had once been theirs instead of just hers. He dragged her up the stairs towards what had been the guest bathroom and was now going to be the babies. He pushed her in, shut the door tightly and turned every faucet on full speed. He yanked a towel from beneath the sink and shoved it against the door preventing any steam from escaping. When he finally looked up at Mary again her eyes were wide with knowledge.
“They did this on Alias whenever Sydney wanted to talk about spy stuff.” Her eyes widened as she looked at him, taking in the whole situation. “You’re a spy?”
Ben wished it was that easy. “I’m worse.”
DIFFERENT STORY!
The small girl sat there in the dark, cold room. She was huddled in a corner, trying to use the walls and her small body to give off some warmth, but instead cold seeped through the cracks. Her breath froze her lips with each exhale and her fear rose with as the temperature dropped. She was going to die in this room and she knew it.
Micah watched through the thick window as Sarahbeth huddled closer to the wall, drawing her knees in tighter, tucking herself further into the corner. Rage thundered through him and he wished for the millionth time that he’d never gone to the library that night. That he’d never sat down at the study carol next to the ginger haired girl who was typing away furiously on her laptop. That he’d never absently picked up her pencil when she accidentally pushed it off of the desk with her exuberance at being done. That he’d never looked into her wide brown eyes and that he’d never felt his heart drop straight to his groin with instant lust.
More than anything he wished for the millionth time in his life that he didn’t love her.
“You left!” The scream scratched her throat with the intensity. She raved and railed, through a vase and then regretted all of it. “I told you I was pregnant and you left.” She sobbed painfully. She hated it crying. It made her weak and weakness was something she rarely allowed herself to feel.
“I couldn’t stay.” He held her hands in front of her, locking them down. He was back and he was taking what was his. “I had to protect you, both of you.”
“What are you talking about?” She seethed, clearly not believing him. But, then again, why should she?
“You were in danger. My job, it was putting you in danger.”
“In danger of what?” She tried to pull away but his strength kept her tied to him. “Paper cuts? You’re a loan advisor for crying out loud.”
Ben listened to the frustration pour out through her, he knew he no longer had a choice. Pulling her hands he drug her through the house, the house that had once been theirs instead of just hers. He dragged her up the stairs towards what had been the guest bathroom and was now going to be the babies. He pushed her in, shut the door tightly and turned every faucet on full speed. He yanked a towel from beneath the sink and shoved it against the door preventing any steam from escaping. When he finally looked up at Mary again her eyes were wide with knowledge.
“They did this on Alias whenever Sydney wanted to talk about spy stuff.” Her eyes widened as she looked at him, taking in the whole situation. “You’re a spy?”
Ben wished it was that easy. “I’m worse.”
DIFFERENT STORY!
The small girl sat there in the dark, cold room. She was huddled in a corner, trying to use the walls and her small body to give off some warmth, but instead cold seeped through the cracks. Her breath froze her lips with each exhale and her fear rose with as the temperature dropped. She was going to die in this room and she knew it.
Micah watched through the thick window as Sarahbeth huddled closer to the wall, drawing her knees in tighter, tucking herself further into the corner. Rage thundered through him and he wished for the millionth time that he’d never gone to the library that night. That he’d never sat down at the study carol next to the ginger haired girl who was typing away furiously on her laptop. That he’d never absently picked up her pencil when she accidentally pushed it off of the desk with her exuberance at being done. That he’d never looked into her wide brown eyes and that he’d never felt his heart drop straight to his groin with instant lust.
More than anything he wished for the millionth time in his life that he didn’t love her.