Unmoored – The best outcome

Unmoored – An apt way to describe how they eventually treated her.

She was thrown into a situation she didn’t want to be in. She repeatedly told them she did not want to be part of their ‘team’. But they kept badgering her, how it would benefit her in the long run. I could see that her wishes were falling on deaf ears. A male member of the ‘team’ came onboard telling her the same thing, too ignoring her wishes.

She met the rest of the ‘team’ and the alarm bells rang louder. But, every time she tried to leave, they would tell her it was what she needed.

So, she became ‘friends’ with them and did what they said. Eventually, she believed that they really did care and that all along she was the problem.

One day, after several weeks of no contact, she wondered why these ‘friends’ no longer replied. What had she done wrong? Nothing. Except she became stronger.

Eventually, she saw them for what they were. And her strength got her through and out of that environment. I’m proud of her and do wish it happened sooner. Sometimes though, rescuing others is not always in their best interests. They need to see it for themselves.

And what happened to the ‘team’? Whatever ultimately happens to those types who prey on people. But to be honest, I don’t give a damn and she doesn’t either. I’m just glad she got out and is living the life she wanted in the first place.

 

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Hi! 🙂 This is another installment of the Daily Post Prompt, which for today is the word ‘Unmoored’. 🙂  

Precipice

Sometimes I feel that my writing is about to take a nose dive off of a very steep cliff. Maybe I should free fall and just see where the wind guides me. I guess it’s then up to me, as I’m falling anyway, to choose a better decent. That sounds negative, but I’m going down regardless, so I may as well make it as comfortable as I can.

The last few days my words wouldn’t come. I could think of nothing much to write. And what I did do, was done in haste and I was unhappy with it. Today is the same, I couldn’t find anything to say. So, as I was falling off the ledge anyway, I thought of a way to make the most of it… And this is what I have.

I don’t want that steep drop to beat me as it has done in the past. Months without writing because I had broken too many bones when I hit the ground. This piece may not be much good, but I’m the one in control of the descent… for today at least.

I don’t know what picked me back up before. Maybe because I didn’t quit. And I hung in there. Perhaps.

I may never write a good story again. But then again, I might. It’s just painful when I can’t sit and write. I care enough and I guess that’s why it hurts.

Hopefully, this fall won’t shatter me too badly again. And on hitting the ground, maybe I’ll be lucky and get away with just bruises this time. And if I can crawl back up relatively uninjured then free-falling into the wind might be the answer. That’s what I hope.

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Chosen? Noooooo!

 Genre: Humour/Humor

 

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

photo: © Barbara.W.Beacham

Chosen? Noooooo!

 

The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event, yes, they certainly did. it was the bi-yearly event that always sent waves of joy, and fear – (for good reason), – across all the land. It was indeed that time again, time for the second annual event, which people rejoiced in, (or plain dreaded), for the mating ritual of the holiest of holiest: The Sacred Pigeons.

Each of the 12 Tribe-Leaders eldest son’s had the unenviable task of potentially becoming the ‘Chosen’ one. They would all form a circle and the most revered Pigeon of them all  (the grey one) would fly high above their heads. The one it decided to crap on, was then, by rights, ‘Chosen’.

The Sacred Pigeon mating ritual is a symbol of abundance, good fortune, health and fertility. But to the ‘Chosen’ one, it’s none of these things. As the official mating overseer – (making sure it goes smoothly and having enough birdseed on hand for when the Pigeons took their break) – to him, this was nothing more than complete embarrassment, utter humiliation, plain bad luck and unequivocal misery. One thing he was sure of – he’ll never be the same again 😀

 

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I wrote this story a little while ago. Hopefully, it fits in well with today’s Daily Post Prompt ‘Farce’. If you Click Here you can visit The Daily Post and see what these Daily Prompts are all about as well as to have a read of other’s take on today’s prompt 🙂

(This was originally posted in 2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Final

I have never seen someone so frazzled. I’ve got to go up and help her before she has a coronary.

“Meggie love, why don’t you come down for a bit, it be good to take the load off for an hour or two”.

“Mum! I haven’t got time! Exams start tomorrow – as you well know – and I need to prepare. Can you seriously not see how much work I’ve got?!!”

“Okay, but you’ve got to take a break, love”

“Mum!! if I really want your advice I’ll ask! Shut the door on your way out!!”

There wasn’t much I could say to that. But I will be knocking on her door later to come down for dinner. Surely she’s aware that she must eat.

She doesn’t come down to eat. Not tonight nor the following several nights. It’s the same routine: I knock, she yells, and I end up leaving sandwiches outside her door. Thankfully, the plates are always empty by the morning.

I know exam week is tough and getting her A-Levels is a massive deal, but what I can’t understand is why not grade them throughout the year instead of condensing everything they’ve learned into one final exam, expecting them to have it all memorised?? It makes no sense to me.

Today is the day. She’s taking her last exam. I’m a bit nervous about her coming home. I don’t know what mood she’ll be in. I’ve never seen her so stressed and I’m hoping she’ll be able to relax now.

I hear the front door opening and she comes in. I’m worried.

“Hello, love. All alright?”

Without even acknowledging me, she tramples dirt into the lounge carpet. Plonks herself onto the sofa. Kicks off her muddy trainers before putting her feet up on the coffee table – which she knows I hate. The Remote control is already in her hand and she starts flicking through the TV channels. It doesn’t seem to matter that I was actually watching something. And then, she says her favourite three words…..

“Mum, I’m hungry”.

She doesn’t even look at me, just carries on flicking through the channels.

My daughter is one of the laziest, cockiest and arrogant people I’ve ever met. She thinks that I’m her servant put on this earth to clean after her, feed her and generally be her dogsbody.

But, now that the stress of exam week is finally over, I can see my baby is back to her usual,  ‘delightful’ self.

I walk to the kitchen to fix her something to eat, and I smile 🙂

 

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100 Words: Parent

This story, formed as a letter, is inspired by The Jennifer Pan Story’. A tragic True Crime case that divided opinion. 


 

Dear Jennifer,

I’ve tried to understand and I think I now do.

Many despise you. They cannot comprehend what you went through that lead to their murder. But the impact your parents had on your life: You never stood a chance.

You tried to get good grades. You tried to come home early. You tried to obey.

You were forbidden to wear makeup. You weren’t allowed any friends. You were only allowed to study. ‘Jennifer’ didn’t matter.

You matter to me. My book will tell the truth and I’ll make people see.

So, hang in there….

….We’re getting you out.

 

 

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This 100-word only prompt – Parent – is from Tara R at her blog, Thin Spiral Notebook. Write 100 words exactly – not one word more, and not one less. Check out others take Here on the word prompt ‘Parent’ 🙂

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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Bitter

She was bitter. Why? Because she woke up.

Her life was a tragedy. Abused physically, emotionally and sexually. Her life was filled with depression, the earliest memory of feeling so unhappy she could remember, was when she was 6. The children in the playground made her even sadder. She envied them. The laughter, the playing and their freedom. She never knew these things.

And as she grew older she knew she wouldn’t have a good life.

And so it was in her late teens that she realised her life was too painful. Her boyfriend was unsupportive. He didn’t have a job. He was a thief and an addict. But she loved him. Well, she thought she did.

One night she realised this was not the life she wanted. But because of her childhood trauma, she knew there wasn’t a better life she could move on to. It was hopeless. So she decided to end her life.

After 2 weeks of preparation, she now had the cocktail of drugs she needed. Some from the Doctor’s and some she had bought. Her partner was scoring at the time, at someone’s home an hour away from theirs. She made up a lie and left her boyfriend there.

She got home and she swallowed every single pill.

She was in the intensive care unit, unconscious, for a week. Her parents visited daily. Her mum would talk to her non-stop. There was a part of her that could hear because tears would run down her face when her mum told her how much she was loved.

On her release from the mental health unit she was sectioned to, she saw her Psychiatrist the next day. She was angry. “Why the fuck did I wake up?! She yelled.

The biggest regret of her entire life was that she never died.

She came close to it again recently. But something had changed. She didn’t want to kill herself, she wanted a shot at happiness. And since that moment, her life got better.

She needed to and had to come that close again. Because it was in that moment she finally decided one way or the other: live or to die.

She chose to live.

 

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Today’s prompt is from The Daily Post and is the word ‘Bitter’. You can view the post by clicking here and to check out what everyone else has written using today’s Word Prompt! 🙂