‘DP Challenge: Object’ – The Light, The Dark.

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Here I sit, a gentle flame that flickers as the slight air moves me around. My base is solid, my flame is light; But, without each other, we could not exist. Matter and light, contrasting yet complimentary yet totally dependent. My wax is a solid block, a lump that sits. Whereas I am forever in motion, moving, brightening.

I am the burning hot flame: Below me is my base: Below that – the plate on which we stand. Down further – onto the bookcase: It, on the floor it stands: Through the floor and into the soil: Further into the deep layers of the Earth. Then, we reach its core: Its burning, glowing centre…. Then, back up we go: Up through each layer. And further up until we meet again: A connection and extension of this Earth Is what I am.

I am useful. I am a flame that lights a darkened room. An additive to a romantic night. An ambience while relaxing in waters.Those who’s head’s need to clear will stare, in hope to find stillness and peace.

I’m a representative. You are in mourning, and I am your token. You light me for the passed; representing the light in them as well as the light of their presence. The noise and song that I create when atop a birthday cake of a child who takes a deep breath in – then blows – and puts me out, having made one wish, maybe three.

And therefore, I am a symbol. A symbol of hope, of love, of laughter, of tears, of unification. Blow on me; and in a second I am gone. I smoulder, cool and I die.

Until the next time comes, and once more, I am alive again.

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Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge: Object

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My Love Will Never Die

Genre: Romance

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My Love Will Never Die

 

For better or for worse, it always was. From that first look and from that first kiss. Two lost souls wandering, now and forever, no longer alone.

We clear up our unfinished hurts, as so painful as it is. We suffer it, we endure it, and we do it for ‘Us’;

We do it for You and we do it for Me.

To be far away like this kills my heart. You, though, are worth every arrow as I am worth, for you, every stab and blow.

You are my Angel and I am your Light. Together, we are each others Hope.

The day will come when we will see the sky, the one I promised I would show to you.

Until the day that we are done and we both can finally move on, know this sweet prince,

The answer is ‘Yes’! And know this too, it’s always been.

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150 words. Visual Prompt – ‘VisDare 49: Devoted’

Evil, Personified – The Doctor (part 2)

Genre: Disturbing

 

WARNING: Please take caution as this story is intended for mature audiences only and not suitable for people under 18.

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**Read Part 1 Here

**Read Part 3 Here

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2 am: Francine sits, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her face is swollen from where he had punched her, through gritted teeth and snarling eyes, the punch that landed her unconscious. There are marks on her inner thighs and throat. No amount of scrubbing could remove those bruises and cuts. She is sore, inside and out. Her eyes stare blankly ahead at a spot on the wall. Why did he so violently attack, beat and rape her? She had no answer except for the confusion of her thoughts considering it was something she done to provoke him. The agony in her whole being was consuming her. So she gently lay on her side, feeling the pills effects, and waited, while she wished the world away.

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2 am: Dr.Rupert Somes is pacing his apartment like some feral animal that was let loose. His hands fly to his head and down again repeatedly as he tries to calm himself for what he just did. He raped a woman. His curiosity got the better of him. He felt exhilarated; adrenaline coursing through his body causing his heart rate to pound in his chest. What had he done? He questioned as he splashed and splashed water over and over again at his face, wrapped up in emotions he had never felt. Clutching the edges of the sink, letting his breathing and heart beat slower, he gazed at himself. Within seconds he laughed, a wild and uncontrollable laughter as he stared into his own eyes. The simplicity of what he had done to Francine alluded him. He executed the whole thing with such ease that he could not contain his might. He reluctantly lay down, feeling the most power he ever had felt in his whole life, revelling in it. And Triumphantly, fell into a deep sleep.

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Over the following few weeks, Dr. Somes decided to provide therapy at The Lockley Institute for Adolescent Mental Disorders for patients admitted for committing rape. Somes, eager to feed his desires, decided he wanted to know what went on in these minds. Before, he had only Kelly Rodgers who he held at the Institute giving her therapy to overcome being raped. This is where Rupert Somes’ insatiable desire for wanting to know how it would feel to rape someone, began. But, Kelly was discharged by Court Order and no young fledgling had taken her place. So, Dr. Rupert Somes went with the next best thing. And as time went on, his obsession grew.

The Doctor listened to these young persons accounts and quickly decided that he was not like them. Some expressed inadequacy, remorse, hatred towards themselves. But none came close to how Rupert, himself, felt. He wasn’t among these sad cases. He was different. He was powerful, strong, and believed he knew his own mind unlike the pitiful ‘I don’t know why I did it’ mentality these people possessed. He, on the other hand, enjoyed what he had begun. And his taste grew stronger.

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The Doctor became tired of these animals at Lockley. After his first successful rape attempt with Francine Williams, he had more confidence. His thoughts turned to Private Therapy. He now started to focus his efforts on his Private Practice where all this began with the meeting with Kelly. He would leave Lockley and continue to advocate himself as the experienced Rape Victim Psychiatrist that had drawn her in at the beginning. He decided to change his therapeutic style. He wanted to become more of a befriender as well as practitioner. That would be his next move to entice vulnerable victims.

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Amy Lester was just 19 when it happened to her. She had lived in seclusion, isolated herself from friends, even family. She had no life – A job, and that was it. Amy had kept her ordeal a secret, not even her lost close friends nor her Parents knew what had happened to her. She was ashamed, vulnerable and alone. She had seen a leaflet in the waiting room of her own General Practitioner’s while she waited to get her Anti-Depressants prescription. Even her Dr there didn’t know the truth. But at 26 years of age, Amy decided it was time to confront the destruction the rape had left behind. She no longer could stand her life and  wanted to move on.

In her small apartment, she had looked at the kind Doctors face on the leaflet. It was a face that made her feel safe for some reason. Feeling like she wanted to take control and get a shred of her life back that the bastard rapist stole from her 7 years ago. She decided that it was time for Therapy and She called Dr. Rupert Somes.

Within a week, they would meet.

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Read Part 1 Here

Read Part 3 Here

Story Prompt from ‘Three Word Wednesday’  using the three words: Feral, Insatiable, Shred

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The Little Things

Genre: General Fiction

Copyright - David Stewart

The Little Things

Juliet stared, eyes glazed and numb, through her classrooms window. In 5 minutes she’d need to ring the bell to get the children in.

They were so happy playing that a tear fell. That’s what she craved. Happiness.

Her partner, 6 months ago, had taken a job in Sicily. Missing her friends and family, she felt alone too.

Another tear fell.

Composure, she thought. Then rang the bell.

Suddenly, interrupting her isolation, she felt tugging at her sleeve. Looking down, a sweet and beaming 5-year-old face looked back at her.

Her incredibly heavy heart swelled with warmth and was replaced with the utmost and exuberant joy.

The little boy had picked her a small golden flower.

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Friday Fictioneers. 118 words (ish). Photo Prompt: Copyright – David Stewart

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On The Subject of Love…?

Genre: Non-Fiction

 

I’ve wanted to write this post for ages; Valentines Day has sparked it off! It’s about a brief look at a few of the different kinds of Love out there that are not exclusively in relation to partner relationships.

I Love that Guy!! How many times have you read a book, an article, a blog post and liked so much because the author’s style and views mesh with your own? I know that I have. And when that happens, I find myself saying “I Love this guy”! Loving the content and therefore the author. (“I Love this Gal” applies too!).

I Love You, I just don’t Like You Of all the people closest to you, family members, spouses, even our kids. We Love them with all our heart, but due to their horrible personality, we simply do not Like them. It’s a tough one and it is okay to feel this way and something not to feel guilty about. I wasn’t the best daughter in my younger years and I know my parents felt this: They still Loved the bones of me, just not how I was.

Soul Love This is one of those unexplainable Loves where two people meet and they share an immediate bond on a deep level that’s hard to explain. It’s like you are close in the snap of a finger. You and they may be totally different, but there’s this deep Love that you share. I have that with a young lady who, lets just say, has had a terrible upbringing. I understand her pain, she mine, yet neither of us can explain our bond. But it’s there. (it’s very mother-daughter like).

Loving Thy Self  This one gets misunderstood quite a bit because some people think that if you Love yourself then you must be arrogant or conceited – not true. I try to treat myself kindly, have self-respect, have values, barriers I won’t cross and caring enough about myself to not stand being in destructive relationships and friendships – is that being arrogant? Of course not. That’s me looking out for myself and valuing myself. People see it as selfish as well which is neither true. Being a doormat is more selfish to ‘Yourself’ if I’m honest.

Regular Love The ones we have for our family, our partners, our children, our pets. The majority of human beings experience this which is entirely natural.

We need never have to lack Love. Look around and I bet you can think of something or someone that you Love. Be it a passion, certain authors, films, hobby’s – there will be at least one thing in life that you Love. I’ve just scratched the surface here; there are loads of different types of Love. And I hope that this post has sparked in you Love that you can expand on.

And Another Type of Love… I Love all of you that Follow, Like and Read my Blog. There you go! Smile

 

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Resource ‘Prompt Links’ Page created

Genre: Non-Fic Writing Related

 

I have just created a new Resource ‘Prompts Links’ Page which is chock full of Sites and Apps where to get Writing Prompts & Post Prompts from.

There are Descriptions and Thumbnail images which is what you need to click on to take you to that particular site.

We all get ‘Writers Block’ where we just don’t know what to write and at times in need of some ‘Inspiration’ – I know I do! So I really hope that you will find the page useful.

Any Sites / Apps you know of? Please let me know and I’ll add it to the list; or create your own; anything that will help us Bloggers & Writers out 🙂

~ Victoria

 

 

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No Valentine? – It’s Still All Good!

Genre: Non-Fiction

For all the ‘Non-Valentiner’s’ tonight – Grab a piece of Love in these ways! 😀

* Keep reading, Scroll down the whole page to get a variety of ideas *

Love Thy Self and give yourself the Ultimate Bath Treat with these ingredients 🙂

  1. Candles – create a relaxing mood that’s calming for your eyes.
  2. Bubble bath / Bath Oils / Radox – pleasure your smell senses. If you don’t have these then squirt your shower gel in there!
  3. Music on low Soothing to the ears like Classical, Chill, or Uplifting – it’s your choice! NO Love songs allowed!
  4. And spend as long as you like in there – just soak! 😀

That film you’ve been wanting to watch for ages? Tonight’s the night so treat yourself to a good movie…..

  • Local shop? Pop down and pick up some goodies. Dieters: It’s your night off! 😉
  • And not forgetting – NO Romance films unless you are absolutely, 100% sure that you won’t cry. Watch the gripping or funny one instead!

Current Book / New Book? Same applies as for Films…..

  • Snuggle up with a NON-Romance novel
  • Forget about that diet – for tonight, it’s a night off for definite.
  • And NO feeling guilty! 😉

Want a Take-Away? Go for it. Even get it delivered. Anything you desire – You deserve it!

“Give Your Love Away and You’ll Get Your Love Back”

Got Pets?: Love them to bits tonight. Play with them, talk to them, cuddle them. Because, by doing that, they will love YOU for it, Yeah? Got it? 🙂

Have Children?: Do something with them that They want to do. Let them choose a movie, a game. Cook em their fave foods; OR… Treat them to their most loved Take-Out. Doing something that they want to do, and watching the JOY on their faces, will swell your heart!! 🙂

Indulge Yourself!

CAKE? – Eat Cake!

ICE CREAM? – Eat the whole tub!

CHOCOLATE? – Eat the whole bar!

🙂 !! YUM !! 🙂

Valentines Night need not be depressing. Don’t forget that loads of people across the entire planet are single or have a less than satisfying relationship. Therefore YOU ARE NOT on your own.

Make tonight count And make it YOUR night. I’m sorry, I should have posted this earlier – but Valentines Day is not over yet and you still have time to make it a good night. And like I said…. Make it count!

Have a wonderful evening! 😀

 

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