Chocolate Chip Mint 13, Fudge Ripple 26: Photophobia
Title: Photophobia
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Chocolate chip mint 13 (dazzling), fudge ripple 26 (anguish), FOTD (megrim: 1. A migraine. 2. A fancy; a whim. 3. In the plural: lowness of spirits.), rainbow sprinkles (Melanie), pocky, cherry (first person).
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Melanie writes about a retinal migraine.
Notes: Did you miss my pockies with insane amounts of prompts? I didn't. Also, in case you don't remember, Melanie is Aaron's mother.
The auras come first, always.
Halos around objects, zig-zagging lines across my vision. Colored sparks of light dancing in my eyes. Sometimes I hear invisible people calling my name. Sometimes I smell smoke.
The first time it happened, I thought I was going crazy until the blinding pain struck and I couldn't even cry, it hurt so much. Now I watch the dancing sparks flicker and twirl until they start to sink and fade, and my mood with them.
I know I had better be lying down once they go, because that’s when the pain comes.
I hate those sparks.
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Chocolate chip mint 13 (dazzling), fudge ripple 26 (anguish), FOTD (megrim: 1. A migraine. 2. A fancy; a whim. 3. In the plural: lowness of spirits.), rainbow sprinkles (Melanie), pocky, cherry (first person).
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Melanie writes about a retinal migraine.
Notes: Did you miss my pockies with insane amounts of prompts? I didn't. Also, in case you don't remember, Melanie is Aaron's mother.
The auras come first, always.
Halos around objects, zig-zagging lines across my vision. Colored sparks of light dancing in my eyes. Sometimes I hear invisible people calling my name. Sometimes I smell smoke.
The first time it happened, I thought I was going crazy until the blinding pain struck and I couldn't even cry, it hurt so much. Now I watch the dancing sparks flicker and twirl until they start to sink and fade, and my mood with them.
I know I had better be lying down once they go, because that’s when the pain comes.
I hate those sparks.