Miracle Challenge Week #10: #4 An Old Letter- Poem

Write a story/poem using prompt theme: An old letter

Another year has passed, you’ve been gone for so long,

No where to be found, silence is the sound,

Our letters are all I have, I keep them as they remind me of the love we once had,

Love is blind, and it can sometimes be unkind, if I said to you let’s press rewind would you?

Do you still love me?, sometimes I feel like I love you, but you up  and you,

Left, so now these it’s just  an old letter that I have left,

Everything happens for a reason, they say love changes  just like a season,

To me my love for you is fixed not like a season, solid, and as deep as the ocean,

Together forever,

Ever lasting that’s what thought. But this is not the only war that I have fought, so I will go on one day I’ll burn this  old letter,

Rid my heart of your words of art, I’ll move on and find  me a  brand  new start.

 

MiracleChallenge week# 7: Negative Thoughts Short Story-Continued

REBLOGGING MY OLD FAVOURITES I ENJOYED WRITING 🙂

Ok, so this week, I’ve seen MiracleGirl’s (awesome) word prompt writing challenges, and decided to continue on from the short crime fiction story I wrote for week #5’s challenge, that was  her ” Negative Thoughts” writing challenge. If you’ve not read the first half of the challenge’s short story already you can by clicking here. This is the continued short story in response to week #7’s writing challenge. Write  a short story using the writing prompt: “make yourself comfortable I’ll be back in a minute“.

Short Story Continued: Negative Thoughts

My mind for one second quietens down, it’s like I manage to tune out  the voices in my head. I stop rocking. I look around and take in my surroundings, as if seeing them for the first time in the whole ten years I’ve been detained in this mental institution. The metal frame bed creaks underneath my fragile thin bones, as I move forward and really look around. A dirty brown sink with a leaking tap in the corner, a bedside table- no bedside lamp of course. Oh no “health and safety” they don’t trust me not to smash it to pieces or even worse smash it against one of the many nurses, who check on me every 15 minutes as part of the suicide watch I’m constantly on. A pile of books over in the corner, most of them I’ve read twice over. And that’s it, my home- bare to the bone. A large metal door with a cut-out  toughened plastic glass window takes up the top half of the door, this separates me from the outside world. They look in, I look out.  We play a game- we see who has the balls to stare the longest. Normally it’s me, I love freaking them out-especially the new ones. I stare right through them with a half smile on my face. They can’t stand to look at me for a full 30 seconds, these nurses on suicide watch are weak. They all think I’m a nut job so naturally I give them what they want, for my own entertainment of course when the mood takes me. To them, as long as I’m breathing, not bleeding, or chocking that’s all they care about.

The absence of the  voices in my head allow me to think back clearly to the day. The day my life changed…. I murdered every living member of my immediate family. I go back ten years in my mind to the day I was arrested, and charged with murder as a minor at just 16 years old.

“Sit down, make yourself comfortable.” 

 The Detective said to me as he loosened my handcuffs in interview room 2, at the police station.

”I’m Detective Jones and this is Detective Brown. Today is 27th July 2015, this interview is  being recorded via tape.”

”For the purpose of the tape, please confirm your full name and date of birth?”

“Sophie, Sophie  Lambert born 14.02.99.” I responded.

”And for the purposes of the tape, sir please confirm your name?”

”David Stephens, Sophie’s solicitor- here to protect her rights and interests today while she is interviewed under caution as she’s a minor.” 

“Sophie, you’re under  arrest for the murder of your father, mother and younger brothers you do not have to say anything, but anything you do say may be used against you as evidence in a court of law. Do you understand?”

I stare at him, smile  sweetly and nod.

”Sophie, what happened tonight? Start from the beginning please.”

“It wasn’t me.”            

”Sophie,  let’s not play games we arrested you with matches and petrol in your hands, it’s all over your clothes you smell like a petrol station. What happened if it was not  you?”

“She told me to,she done it.”

“Who?”

“The voice.”

”What voice?”

”Can’t you hear her? She’s laughing at you Detective Jones.”

I started to laugh along with my voice in my head  at this point, I remember I  pointed at Detective Jones and looked over his shoulder behind him and laughed.

”Sophie, this is not a game… who is SHE and what is her name god damn it. 4 people are dead murdered in a viscous house fire. You were the one at the crime scene with petrol and matches.”

Detective Jones slammed his fist down on the plastic table to punctuate his annoyance with me.

 ”I hear her all the time, only I hear her- she makes me do things .It’s not me she uses my body but it’s not me. She said it was for the best.”

”Sophie, are you saying that you hear actual voices out loud telling you things? Can you clarify this please?”

” Yes.”

I  remember, I stared directly into Detective Jones’ eyes deadly serious with my response. He had heart I gave him that, he never looked away. He wasn’t scared to look into the eyes of a murderer and push them into a confession, all in a day’s work to him I could tell. That pissed me off, he did not believe me, all he wanted was a confession not to help me or see why I really done it. No one believed me not even my parents. I heard these voices all the time for well over a year. No one ever thought to check if I was OK? How I was feeling, why I was crying, harming myself, track marks the length of my full inner arm showed the evidence of how disturbed I was at the time I committed murder. 

I snatched up the cup of water in front of me, and threw it all over Detective Jones and his smug face-ass-hole. Detective Jones jumped up out of his seat, while Detective Brown flew around to my side of the table to  handcuff me. I didn’t protest, I let him have his kick out of  handcuffing a minor 16 year old girl. I looked Jones in the eye, raised an eyebrow and pouted. This guy’s a prick I thought to myself, I decided I no longer liked him he was just like the rest, he didn’t want to help me get better and stop the voices, he wanted me in jail.

”She said you don’t believe me and you’re laughing at me?” I pouted at Detective Jones again and added with a sinister look and low whisper ”She also said… Detective you  were having inappropriate thoughts about me just now. Is that true? I am a minor you know.”

Detective  Jones shook his head and sighed.

” You’re a nut job  kid”

” You need help young lady, I’m ordering a psychiatric report- interview terminated at 21 hundred hours.”

With that Detective Jones, stopped the recording and started to dry his suit down with tissue paper. He leaned in close to me, put his face in mine and looked me dead in the eye, he was so close I smelt the coffee on his breath

” Take a seat, make yourself comfortable (Sophie), I’ll be back in the minute. Young lady you’ll be here for a while.

”F*ck you!”

I spat  at him as he and his side kick Detective Brown walked out of the interview room, leaving me and my solicitor alone. Jones called over his shoulder .

” You’re 16 years old young lady, you better watch that smart mouth of yours!”

I pouted again, and then I heard her  she said ” don’t worry we’ll make sure he gets what’s coming to him.”

https://miraclegirlblog.wordpress.com/2016/07/26/miraclechallenge-week-7-dated-26th-july-1st-august-2016/

 

 

 

 

 

MiracleChallenge Week 5: #4 Negative Thoughts

REBLOGGING MY OLD FAVOURITES I ENJOYED WRITING 🙂

Writing Prompt

Write a story /poem using the prompt theme ” Negative Thoughts”

Never meant  to hurt anyone or to  start  that fire it just happened, a call for help rather than a malicious act of unkindness. If I’d known it would have hurt others I would never have done it.  I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I sit here in my room on my bed, head down rocking back and fourth, for 10 years  I’ve been detained under the Mental Health Act 1983 for a crime I did while not in the right frame of mind, plagued with negative thoughts.

Each year that passes, I think this year is the year they’ll release me. I can move on with my life. Instead they shuffle their papers and stare at me like a science project ,through the window. I’m watched observed day and night. 

Grief , misery, loneliness and regret are my daily thoughts and feelings. I grieve over the lives I claimed with my actions it wasn’t me it was the negative voices, I’m miserable as my life for 10 years has been within the confinement of these 4 walls, I’m lonely as no one thinks to come and visit me, and I regret that I did not speak up sooner and say I hear  negative voices within me, I regret my

Actions from all those years ago. My community no longer see me as one of them, this is a small town and word gets around, they whisper in the shadows about me my name is folk law around these parts.

Time is a great healer they say, I’m not healed,  I don’t think that I ever will be. Not until these negative voices leave me. Why did I do it? What were you thinking ?  The police questioned me for hours. As I stood on the stand in court charged with murder and arson the jury looked at me closely debating  -am I am murderer? Or just a girl disturbed.

I had  a father, mother  and 2 brothers I was the eldest of 3. 

Very rarely did anyone stop to think, is she OK? Does she feel in the right state of mind today? Has she heard those voices again today? 

Each year these voices would plague me.

Talking to me , tell me to do things, make me believe that people were after me. The negative thoughts were always on replay in my mind; before the fire, before my outburst.

How could they miss the signs that my mental state was slowing on a steady road to decline. I never did drugs if that’s what you’re thinking, I never drunk alcohol if that’s what you’re thinking.  I left that to my father and constantly depressed mother. 

One hot summers day, I was out in the yard sitting under the large oak tree, the voices started talking to me; I watched my father in the yard sweating and grunting chopping up wood. As his swigged his beer and looked over at me

Ugly voices told me, ” get him before he gets you” ” get him before he puts his grubby hands on you again”.  Negative thoughts ran through my  mind as I watched him closely with a smirk on my face. He  yelled up at the open window to my mother ” get your ass out of bed you good for nothing women.”Mama was always sad, always needed to lay down I couldn’t understand at the time I was only 16. 

Going back over the events of that day , the day I burned down that house with my family inside I rock, back and forth my arms wrapped around myself. The nurse walks past, every 15 minutes.

How are you today” they say to me every day, ” I’m fine” and I rock, I sway. I count down another day… how many until my release day? Criminally insane they labelled me I guess I will never get to see my release day.

Tomorrow is another day, I rock, sway and I prey for all these negative thoughts to go away just for one day.  Day in day out there is no pause button this is my reality every day as the

Seasons pass me, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Years pass me but these negative thoughts never seem to leave me.

**My gosh! This challenge was tough I really did not know which way to go with this one thanks MiracleGirl for another writing work out !**

Writing Prompt: A Tiny Story- Crime Thrill & Suspense! #amwriting

TO GET YOU IN THE MOOD FOR THE CHALLENGE THAT DIDI AND I ARE DOING.. REBLOG OF MY FAV CHALLENGES!

Gabriel clenched his teeth feeling the porcelain slide. He took a deep breath, relaxed his jaw. “You have two choices,” he said, “you can leave on your feet or on a gurney…” (Continue to write about who Gabriel is and who he is talking to.)Female-Private-Investigators-Eliza-0614333632_1

Gabriel looks Sanchez in the eye he waits for his response. He is losing his patience with this no good snitch. Gabriel pulls back the trigger on his gun and steps forward, pushing his face in front of Sanchez. The two men square up. At six-foot-two, Gabriel towers over Sanchez’s five-foot-ten height.

“I’ll say it one more time for you Sanchez, just in case you never heard me correct.”

“Who the f*ck ratted out on me? If it wasn’t you then who?”

Placing the gun to the right- hand side of Sanchez’s temple, he continues.

“You can leave on your feet, or on a gurney Sanchez. Now who the f*ck—“

“All right, all right, like I said it wasn’t me Gabriel, you know I’d never do that”

“Keep talking Sanchez.”

“I was over at the bar yesterday, I heard whispers that Don wants to settle an old score with you.”

“What bar?”

“The Nag’s Head— Over in Camden Town.”

“So you’re saying Don O’Conner ratted me out to the poe-poe, as he has an old score to settle—right?”

“Right, it could have been him.”

Gabriel lowers his gun and takes a step back from Sanchez. He looks him up and down. A fully-grown man tied up to a wooden post in the centre of a south London warehouse. He can’t help but laugh at the sight of Sanchez in nothing but his underpants. He circles him, like a lion about to pounce. Racking his brain over what score Don would want to settle. Then again, Gabriel North has a reputation as one of the most feared men in London, he has made plenty enemies.  He hails originally from Birmingham in the midlands, but moved south after he realised the streets of London really can be paved with gold— the black market is booming down south in London.

 “Now why would Don want to rat me out to the police Sanchez?

“He got wind of the deal you made with Joe, from what I heard Don wanted to get in there first— take over that area of London to distribute his goods to.”

Gabriel pauses to take in what Sanchez has said. He has a point, the deal he made with Joe in reality is an invasion on Don’s patch.

 “You better not be lying to me Sanchez?”

Gabriel, pokes Sanchez in the chest  with his gun to punctuate his question.

“No sir, that’s what I heard”

“All right, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. I want you to head over to the Nag’s Head and find out what else Don’s up to.”

“You want me to inform on him?”

“Yes, and you better be worth the time I’m giving you to do it—I want answers and fast”

Gabriel nods to his henchmen in corner of the dark warehouse, as a signal to un-tie Sanchez. At least he has a starting point. He now knows who ratted him out to the poe-poe.

His next move is to find out exactly what it will take  for Don O’Connor to retract his statement to the police. Be it money, a threat to him and his family or worse death, Gabriel doesn’t care. Don will be the next visitor to his warehouse, as soon as Sanchez informs him of exactly what Don is up to.

 

To be continued! I actually have to stop writing ( sigh)  the phone rang-I have visitors on the way to see us today. So I guess I better start the housework and change out of my pyjamas. I’ll be back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

MiracleChallenge week #9: #1”Everyone has a dark side” short story continued….

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TO GET YOU IN THE MOOD FOR MINE AND DID’S CHALLENGE RE-BLOGGING SOME OF MY FAV WRITING PROMPTS. 🙂

It’s Tuessssssssday yeah! That can can only mean Miracle Girl’s writing challenge is up and Kim’s in the hot seat in the kitchen ready to go.  For week #9’s writing prompt challenge, I’ll continue the short story I wrote  way back for  the challenge she set for week #4. The word prompt Miracle gave us for week #4  was ”everyone has a dark-side, he doesn’t show his.”If you’ve not read the start of the story for that week’s challenge click here. Below is my  continued story for week #9 using this week’s word prompts.

Write a short story using the prompt sentence : ” Truth or dare” he asked

The sight of blood on my left breast put me in a state of total shock .I  remember I looked at this freak of a guy who I loved so much, and wondered exactly what he meant  by ”the freaks come out at night.” For a full thirty seconds we stared at each other, looking deeply into each other’s souls asking questions with our eyes. The air  was still and misty with our hot breath, as it met the cold night air.  He broke the silence first, ”it’s Halloween, lighten up!” he was all smiles as if nothing happened.

”Are you crazy? Do you know what you just did?, You bit me Stephen.” My voice came out like a high pitched squeak. ” C’mon Jade, I know you like it rough I was just playing.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “Rough? Stephen there’s rough and there’s rooouuuugh and that is not my thing.” I turned my back and started to walk away, I was cold my Halloween costume did nothing to shield me from the cold night air,  I wrapped my cape around me and head back inside. I glanced over my shoulder at Stephen, he stood with his back turned to me looking up at the moon. Crazy ass mother ****** is all I could think, but I loved that man he was my crazy ass.

As I entered the party,I was glad for the warmth and normality of loud music and people having a good time. I’d been seeing Stephen for almost a year, I liked him … a lot, but something was a little off with him. He had a dark side, I knew it, I could feel it and tonight he definitely showed it.

”Hey, where have you been?” Jess ,my best friend grabbed me by my cape as I walked passed the kitchen on my way to the bathroom, to check out my bite mark. I covered myself so the wound was not exposed. Jess pulled me to one side and offered me her drink. I took a swig and winced. “You’re missing truth or dare come and join us.” ”Um, I’m just ganna head  to the bathroom and I’ll come join you in a second.” Jess eyed me suspiciously, ”Where’s Stephen?” Good point my inner voiced screamed.”Outside still, having a smoke he be in, in a moment, Jess I’ll be right back.” I dashed off the the bathroom to inspect my left breast.

Five minutes later, after I stemmed the blood flow, I entered the living room. Everyone was gathered in a circle with a bottle in the middle ,  a tell tell sign of truth or dare. The bottle had landed on Cece.

” Truth or dare ?  he (Morgan) asked  Cece with a devilish smile on his face, ”truth”  Cece responded flicking her long bone straight raven black hair over her  shoulder, she’s pretty all the senior boys in college  liked her, her exotic appearance made them lust after her – caramel skin and delicate features, she stood at 5’11. I was always envious of her height matched against my 5’5 height.

” OK who would you rather Stephen or Samuel?” Morgan said boldly and took a long sip of his drink.  Cece blushed  and stared at the ceiling a smile played on the edge of her lips. ” Oh my God Morgan are you serious ? Really? What kind of a question is that they are both my ex-boyfriends and in the room.” Morgan threw his head back and laughed, “Yeah that’s the point!”  Cece bit her lip and looked around,  for added drama in true Cece fashion she licked her lips and raised her eyebrows  as she looked over at Stephen stood in the corner. ” Stephen, of course, he has a wild side no girl can resist.”

I move from the door way and  strut into the room, right on que my four inch heels clicking against the wood floor. I dramatically  opened up my cape so my full sexy vampire costume was on show, my  fishnet stockings, suspenders, red corset and heels all on show. I walked over the Stephen  with a dramatic sway in my hips and draped myself over him for everyone to see. Cece looks me up and down, from my four inch heels to the top of my red hair, I pout at her ” anit that the truth Cece?” I stared back at her giving her the hands off my man look every girl knows the code for. Inside I laughed, as she cut her eye at me and folded her arms across her chest.

 As the game continued and the bottle was spun again,Stephen took me in his arms and kissed me. ” Let’s go, I wanna play our own little game do you?” ” What kind of game?” I smile naughtily at him remembering the chains, whips and duct tape I kept asking him about at his place.   ” How about  truth or dare, ?”  he asked. he winked at me…. ” Back at my place.”

 

MiracleChallenge Week 4: #1 – Dark Side

TO GET YOU IN THE MOOD FOR MINE AND DID’S CHALLENGE RE-BLOGGING SOME OF MY OLD FAV WRITING PROMPTS.

                                  #MiracleChallenge writing prompt for this week! 

                                  Write a short story using the below sentence prompt

Everyone has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”: short story

Everyone has a dark side so they say, we met some years back, it was the spring of 2009 back in my  first year of college.  I thought meeting him would be the start of something new, just like spring when flowers bloom. We got to know each other slowly,  he was  like a breath of fresh air at first just want I needed, dinner, movies, concerts we had a great time. By the  summer of 2009 I was convinced it was love! By October as the season turned  to autumn so did he, he turned, his dark side came out no more Mr Nice Guy.

It was just little things at first I noticed were weird about him, his fascination with death and dying, being immortal which he somehow thought he was. ” What a joker” I’d say to him ” you’re weird mate, no one is immortal, no one lives forever.”  

He’d  always want to go to the cemetery just ” for a walk” he’d say, who the hell goes to the cemetery ” just for a walk” ?  Ropes,  chains and duck tape started to appear around his home, when I’d go over on a weekend and ask him what they were for, he’d laugh it off and say he was just doing some DIY around the house. I thought nothing of it, bought the story after all he’s a man they do DIY all the time don’t they…  Is that normal ropes, duck tape, chains and all sorts? I wouldn’t  have  minded at all  if it was some kind of kinky sex game he wanted to try out with the ropes and tape, hey, I read 50 Shades of Grey- Mr Grey is H.O.T, he could tie me up anytime if that was is thang.  I’d tease him, ask him when he was ganna  tie me up and make love to me? He’d just look at me with a sinister look in his eye and a smirk on his face- not  a look that said he’d tie me up and show me a good time. Still, I brushed it off as nothing, he was perfect we were in love … remember.

 As October progressed Halloween rolled around  we were at a friend’s party we dressed up as vampires with matching teeth and fake blood. I must admit he looked pretty hot, think of Eric from True Blood, my spine tingles at the thought of how good he looked, slick hair, pale skinned, dark eyes, black suit and tie,  sinister. Me I went all out with my stockings and suspenders, 4 inch heals  and corset  under a cape fake bite marks all up my thighs  I made a very sexy vampire, we were the centre of attention when it came to costumes.

Something strange happened, at midnight we went outside for some fresh air  and a smoke, as I lit my cigarette   he looked up at the sky and said in low tones ” it’s a full moon” he let out some kind of growl too.  I said to myself this guy he has a dark side. My mind went back to the ropes, chains and duck tape, now he was growling  at the fucking moon? What was this??

He grabbed me, bit me  hard on my  left breast, hard enough to draw blood I screamed out loud ” what the hell are you doing you werido?”   I pushed him off and took a step back. The night air was so cold I could see his breath in the air and the heavy rise and fall of his chest.  He looked me dead in the eye and said

” The freaks come out at night” he laughed as he licked my blood from his lips. I looked down at my breast and the mark that remained from his bite.

That’s when I said to myself this guy’s weird everyone has a dark side, (which) he doesn’t show to anyone.

https://miraclegirlblog.wordpress.com/2016/07/05/miraclechallenge-week-4-dated-5th-july-2016/

Writing Prompt: Write a Short Story Using Four L Words- Lipstick, Lust, Loss and Locked…

Lipstick story TO GET YOU IN THE MOOD FOR MINE AND DID’S CHALLENGE RE-BLOGGING MY OLD FAV WRITING PROMPT.

Writing Prompt: Write a short story using four L words Lipstick, Lust, Loss and Locked.

I came across this writing prompt in the same book I did my Private investigator  writing prompt from.This short story continues on from the  private investigator, now we hear from Mr X’s other women she kept a diary. If you’ve not read the private investigator short story you can here so you know the back story. Just for fun I decided to link up these 2 writing challenges.

Dear Diary,

 I never should have  went there, I know but it’s too late now we’ve been caught. Mr X’s wife tagged him with a private investigator can you believe that?  We were so careful where we met, what time we met and how often we left the office together.

We  started out as just a bit of fun, every boss messes around with their secretary right? No harm done, as long as no one finds out. Just our secret we kept locked away.  Looking back, at times I’ve felt bad for his wife, the poor thing stuck at home with the two small boys all day, unaware that her husband has a fetish for lipstick , high heels and lingerie-  on girls 10 years younger than him.

“Come to daddy” he’d say, his eyes lusting for me as soon as I step out of my  figure hugging dress, revealing just my Victoria Secret’s lace lingerie set, stockings and four inch Louboutian heels. The red soles of my four inch heels  always turned him on, just like my lipstick. Red is  his favourite shade. He likes the full on glamorous and  made up look.

 Everyday for the past 6 months I’d catch him eyeing me from head to toe through his glass window from behind his desk. His eyes were always full of lust as  I threw back  my head of blonde curls and licked my blood red lips.

 He’d wink at me, I’d blow him a kiss while no one was looking, we both knew the code that meant it was on! By lunch time he’d be so hot under the collar he’d call me into his office and make sure the door was locked. It was our little  secret, his wife’s loss   was my gain totally, Mr X was wild behind closed doors. He loved  the thrill of getting caught bending his secretary over his office desk, it excited him. That man was  like a dog on heat.

Silly me, I was the other women and now his wife knows, some private investigator called Kim  something or another managed to gather all the evidence she needed and served us up on a plate  to his wife- the b*ch I could kill her with my bare hands, talk about spoil a girl’s fun! Still it was fun while it lasted. My secret I’ll keep locked away.

 

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