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’. 🙂  

Better

She truly believed that she was better than all of us. Her arrogance simply grated on everybody’s nerves. Funny how she chose to surround herself with those she deemed less than herself. Yet put her with people she looked upon as successful and wealthy, and she was out of her depth. And then she’d come running back to us.

I’ll never forget a statement she once made: “I can get any man I want” is what she said. I was in complete disbelief. Yes, she was smartly dressed and attractive, but I knew many men who would have shooed her away.

I saw her last week, for the first time in 10 years. I had to do a double-take. All I could think was how much of a state she looked. All I could see was the same woman, wearing the same style of clothes with the same style of hair. But there was one huge difference: she was unkempt. Her once sleek hair was now a mass of unwashed, knotted strands. Her clothes no longer suited her age and her ‘boyfriend’, I presume, looked even worse.

I do wonder if she still thinks she can have any man she wants. Knowing her, she probably does. As I sit there I see her looking at me. I glance up and she quickly looks away. She knows I’m doing well.  Her lack of verbal means I no longer belong in her circle, the one that made her feel better about herself.

Of course, I can live with that. But I would have still talked to her.

 

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Hello! The prompt for today is ‘Better’. Check out the Daily Post here and see what others have been writing!  

 

Knackered

Genre: Humour/Humor & That’s Life

 

Knackered

 

Knackered…. What does it even mean?

I am probably the definition of Knackered. Broken. Tired. Over the hill.
I think I have been around too long.

You do get worse for wear as you get older. Until you get there though, your teenaged feelings of invincibility slowly gets replaced with that unavoidable fact – that you did get old, just like those you once looked up to. Those that seemed to be born middle-aged. And of course, they were right, in many ways: It’s all downhill.

I’m not being pessimistic, I am telling it how it is – You Will Age: your body gets the hardest hit.
I can’t play tennis like I used to. Shit, I can’t even run for a bus like I did 5 years back. However, I may be knackered, but I sure as hell don’t have the mental maturity of a ** year old: Well, maybe in certain areas.

Young & Old. Half and half. 50% one way, 50% the other.

So, what can I do to improve the 50% that is old and tired?
How can I shift the percentages in favour of the young aspects of my personality and being?
How do I stop my body getting worse?

Life’s millions of questions.
And hindsight. What a beautiful thing, though incredibly unhelpful.

I think everyone is searching for the fountain of youth – one of life’s greatest quests shovelling up no successes to speak of.

And Anti-Ageing: How the heck can you ‘Un-Age’? I ask myself.
It doesn’t exist. Never has and never will. It’s a wasted effort. So save yourself a few quid.

I’m now well passed my sell-by-date. The time in your life, when as a teen you never thought would happen to you and come, does. Oh dear. Here it is.

Anyway. I’m knackered and I’m off to bed. What else can I say? I’ve reached middle-agedness.
I’ll get up a bit later today.

🙂

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Daily Post Prompt – ‘Knackered’. 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!

 

Autumn Life

124 10 October 4th 2015

Autumn Life

 

Autumn: cooler weather finally here. The horrid heat of summer finally gone.

The richness of colours: Golds, Auburns, Reds, Browns; all giving the days a new perspective as the Greens have faded out.

Landscapes changing, trees shredding, flowers falling: A new phase. The cool breeze, a sun shining less brightly, skies getting darker, days getting shorter.

Every living thing changing and preparing.

Animals and birds preparing for the winter months. Stocking up on food before the frost. Migrating to warmer shores. The long-haired Cats getting back their fluffy, thick winter coats.

Temperature shifts, flus and colds erupting all around. The itch of Hayfever now at bay.

Fireplaces heating and lighting a room, listening to its crackles, fully immersed watching its flames – hypnotised.

I like this time of year….. And you???! 🙂

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This weeks ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’ . A very apt piccy!  Visit by Clicking Here

A Ruthless Race 

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A Ruthless Race

Don’t you know that we watch you?

Your buildings, museums, cathedrals, pillars, posts; we are part of them; spying, observing, looking… judging.

We’ve watched you millennia after millennia, and do you know what we see? A pathetic race of beings that only seem to be evolving to themselves when in fact you are as barbaric as the day you were formed.

You have not changed.

War, famine, hunger, poverty / Abundance, opulence, possessions, wealth. Half your world is starving and the rest complain that their steaks aren’t cooked right. Many have no clean water to drink yet many have lavish fountains in their squares, hotels, gardens and spa’s.

We are judging, we are deciding what to do with mankind and our decision will be final. Life, as you have believed, is not in your hands, It is in ours. And I strongly suggest you wake up, open your eyes and see. For it is your blindness that will ultimately be the demise of what it is to be human.

And that day is coming.

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This piccy prompt is from Angela Goff’s weekly ‘VisDare’. The photo’s are super freaky and super awesome! Visit VisDare by Clicking Here