A Selfish Man

 

There he stands. Looking through the uppermost turret window at the vastness of his courtyard. He feels so proud. Proud of what he has achieved.

“Daddy, Daddy, look what I’ve drawn for you”!

He remembers a time when this was all he wanted. To be the king of his own castle. He thinks of his wife. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She is on his arm. Life can’t get better than that.

“Daddy? I’ve drawn you something”

The pride within him threatens to explode.

Turning from the window he makes his way to the breakfast room to sip coffee and read the morning news.

The child follows him.

What a life this man has. Everything he ever wanted.

…“daddy?”

 

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This is a sad tale that is inspired by the thoughts in my mind over the past couple of days. This Photo Prompt (provided by The Magicsticgoldenrose) is for the Weekly Flash Fiction Challenge over at FFFAW hosted by Priceless Joy. Read other’s interpretations here or click on the blue button below 🙂

Pursue

She always said she’d never give up chasing.

Such a sadness in her eyes. But she has it all now. It’s been her dream for as far back as she can remember. She chased and she finally found the fame she was looking for.

The crowd cheers as she walks on the stage. She knows why they cheer because she looks beautiful and she sounds beautiful. I watch her and she seems happy.

I’m not the only one who thinks this. But there are a few of us who think, that she is an Angel, in one way or another. Her music, at least, is inspired by the divine, touching our souls

At the end of the show, she goes home. And then her loneliness sets in.

Yesterday she said she wouldn’t. But her hand reaches for it anyway. And she drinks to oblivion.

Tomorrow she flies out to Europe. She’ll hear the crowds calling her name. She’ll see many weeping. And then there’ll be me. I have tickets for every show and I’ll watch her hoping she will notice me. After all, she must know me – the man who wants to marry her – by now. I’ve never missed a show, nor an appearance. And I’ve always been there.

I know she’s wasted tonight. She’s Trying to forget. My dream is to hold her. And to love her.

I need to get to sleep now. I have a busy month ahead. So I say the silent prayer I always do every night before I drift off to sleep:

“Please God, I’ve asked so many times…Please…. Please help her notice me”

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Paranoid? Am I really!  

Joe Somebody sat at his laptop and stared at the screen. He just couldn’t begin his story for the day.

“What should I write about?” he thought to himself. “Come on, think”. But it was no use, nothing was coming.

And then he saw it.

“What the…?” He was initially alarmed at seeing the fly sitting there on his keyboard, he didn’t like flies. But then clarity hit him: The reason why his entire life he had felt like something or someone was always watching him, judging him, and scrutinizing his every move and making him paranoid, was because it was true, he really was being watched and the fly was the proof.

With his suspicions confirmed, he now knew he wasn’t crazy and that he’d been right the whole time. And the rock solid evidence was there, sitting on his computer, watching him.

But, how was he now supposed to write a story??

He got it! He would write about this very thing. He would write a story centered around his justified paranoia.

“Yes”, he thought. “That could work”!

He began to type. And half an hour later he had written his story.

It may not be the best story he had ever written. But in the end, after finally discovering the truth, he had stopped staring at that screen. And if it wasn’t for discovering the truth, he wouldn’t have had a story to write.

He was pleased. Sort of. If he hadn’t of had this epiphany he wouldn’t have had a story. But, what will be do now that he knows the truth? He didn’t know. Maybe he’ll write about and answer that one tomorrow. This day had been eventful enough.

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Today’s photo prompt is courtesy from Sunday Photo Fictioner. You can pay a visit by clicking here and read a variety of others stories!

Heal

Genre: Psychological, Dark

 

Heal

 

Am I healing?

 

What’s taken place, and what has been. What is no more, what no longer is.

What will be – I do not know.

The climb has been steady, with pitfalls and highs along its way.

The trajectory points up and forward, despite it being impossible to see.

The highs get higher, the laughter gets louder. On the flipside though, and there is a big one, the lows are much lower.

It’s no wonder each day I am comatose. I can’t take the stimulation of the highs as much as I’m unable to take the desperation of the lows.

If there is a middle road, I’m yet to walk it.

Pain is there, as I journey through hell. I’m traversing it, on it I’m balancing, and I’m holding my breath. Because at any time, I might fall.

 

So. Am I healing?

 

Things could be how they were. When I had no one, when nothing was all I did have. Hard work has made it better, although the lows contradict and tell me otherwise.

But I’m still here, so I carry on. Climbing, breathing and surviving.

One day I may be okay, one day I may heal. And Until that day comes, despite my tortured soul, I’ll hold on and hang on to the what that may well be:

I am free.

 

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DailyPost Prompt – ‘Heal’. Click here to view

 

There’s Light in Darkness; I Think.

Hello! Um, I think I need to issue a warning on this piece. It is very dark. Suicide, death and dying is in it yet has some hope thrown in too. So, It’s entirely up to you if you want to go ahead and read it 🙂

This photo prompt is provided by FFFAW and you can find the weekly prompt challenge here 🙂

 

Genres: Dark/Disturbing, Tragedy & Psychological

 

 

The darkness and desolation mirror my soul: hopeless, fearful and alone. But, a light keeps moving me forward even though I wish it would dim. I truly want to die but I also want to live. The ambivalence drives me insane. Why can’t I decide once and for all one way or the other? My friend says to me “don’t do it” and I think great, I chose death and now he’s stolen the moment: I hate it when he says something to stop me. Why can’t I just go?

But, however dark I feel, how void of hope I am, that light always remains, illuminating a small spot within me. In the end, I hope I’ll find meaning from my pain and the struggles I’ve had. And If I do and if I can do good, then my life will have been worth it and I’ll have finally found my peace – that’s the plan, anyway.

 

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VisDare 150: Encroach

Genre: Psychological/That’s Life

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How far would you go? How far would you go to make people believe in what you believe in?

You had that moment of epiphany when you walked the Road to Damascus. You have fresh ideas, a renewed spirit and you sense that this is it, what you’ve been dreaming of your whole life: finding The Answers which are finally here.

So, who do you tell this life-changing knowledge to?  You know that you now possess the truth. You know that your beliefs are right. You now need to  spread ‘The Truth’.

After all, you now Are ‘The Truth’.

So, how far would you go?

+ do you blatantly tell other people what they believe in is Wrong?

+ Is it your goal now to change your friends and families beliefs into yours? (because you’re still ‘Right‘)

+ do you pray for their salvation, forgiveness and mercy from the mighty one right in front of them – to their faces – because they are so misguided and abhorrently Wrong?

Now is the perfect time to take this moment to inform you what I think: Ready?.. I believe wholeheartedly that you are completely and utterly deluded!

And now, keeping that statement in mind,…

…..How am I now any different from you??

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I really hope you all got this and it made sense. I’m worried when I write that I’m not properly getting across what I want to say. I’m hoping I did today – crossed fingers 🙂

Omg, I can’t believe after all this time I’ve finally written a story! (see this previous post for what I’m talking about!). Happily, well, Very Happily I’ve wrote this story from one of my most fave weekly writing challenges: The VisDare Photo prompt. Click on the link title for this weeks VisDare 150: Encroach  stories.

I can’t verbally do the photos in this challenge justice, so all I can say is they are a lil bit different than your usual photo prompts and very interesting; They make you think outside the box, up the road and to the left somewhere. I, personally, love them and wait with anticipation for the weeks photo. For the curious amongst you, here is the link to The VisDare page right here! (just click on ‘here’!) and it will take you right there 🙂

Thanks for stopping by!

 

Beyond Repair?.. Not

123 09 September 27th 2015

 

Beyond Repair?.. Not

Over the past year: situations, illness’ and marred relationships had piled up – just like a pile-up on a motor track that fully ends a race. Finally, she pulled away from it all and placed it in the past, viewing it as a series of unfortunate happenings.

Starting over isn’t easy, especially if it involves a multitude of aspects in a persons life: social, health, work, spirit, beliefs, faith. If someone is to move on and start afresh, these things need to be restored and some, even reworked.

Everything that has been held dear, what once was believed in and trusted, gone.

Is the heart and soul beyond repair?

…Like the battered racing cars, they will either be crushed or fixed: the dents knocked out, the wheels replaced, the foundation that is the chassis, mended. Patience, hard work and loving dedication, until all that needs to be repaired, is.

I wish I’d of listened to my own counsel and not to the direction of others. But now I do listen to me. And through all the adversity I have suffered, the one thing that I forgot was there came fighting through…

…That which never left:

My strength.

 

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Piccy prompt from ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’. Find others’ stories if you Click Here