#MidnightMadness – 5/11/2017

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“No matter the cost, the obstacles, the sacrifices, or the distance, love always finds a way.”  ~M


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Betrayed – Part 2

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The continuing story…  Part 1 can be found, here.

Weak and weary from her merciless ordeal, Scarlett mustered up enough strength to explore her whereabouts.  As exhausted as she felt, she knew she wouldn’t survive if she just stayed where she was.  Earlier that day, she had been carelessly tossed into the icy waters, by a man whom she thought she could trust.  He was someone she had swooned over, for the majority of her young adult life.  Eventually, she discovered a scandalous side of him, which in the end made her disposable.  She had never been a very strong swimmer, and the frigid waters nearly took her breath away.  After almost drowning from the undertow, she somehow managed to escape the forceful current, before it had a chance to overpower her completely.  The sandy beach was deserted, and from first glance, the island seemed to be uninhabited.  Although she had heard rumors of headhunters settling on islands like these, she tried to keep her mind focused on her current predicament, and not assume the worst.

To be continued… Part 3 can be found here.


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Betrayed – Part 1

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An ominous sky overshadowed her petite pale frame, as auburn strands of salty wet tresses held fast to her cold wet skin.  Her thin white cotton dress clung to her body and revealed her emaciated figure.  She sat motionless on the rocky precipice, with her scraped knees tucked up under her chin and her listless arms wrapped around her bruised legs.  She shivered as the waves descended upon her frail form and braced herself each time the saltwater flowed freely over her superficial wounds.  Determined not to shed a single tear for his benefit, she faced the onslaught of breakers, and let the raging sea carry away her disparaging thoughts.  She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had humiliated and crushed her unadulterated spirit.  Instead, she would make him pay dearly for his cruel behavior; only just as soon as she could find a way to escape the godforsaken island, where he had so nonchalantly discarded her, like a useless piece of rubbish.

To be continued… Part 2 can be found here.


*Bringing back a story that had fallen by the wayside.  Enjoy!

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Him vs. Her – The grime of life

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Where to begin… I really have no idea what to write about.  Everything I’d been considering earlier, sounded so much better as I was standing in the shower this morning.  However, I do think that this quote sort of sums things up for me today.  It’s too bad all of the muck in my life, couldn’t have somehow broken free and lost its way down that drain.  No matter what I do, the problems and issues I’m currently facing, just never seem to go away.  I suppose I feel that I have come to a place in my life, of complete discontent and unhappiness.  So much so, that I have been trying to find happiness in all the wrong places and have set myself up for failure during the process.  Backtracking is the hardest thing of all, because once we move forward, we can never seem to go back the same way we came.  True the saying goes… nothing ventured, nothing gained.  But then again, I think I’ve been testing the fire with my bare hands, and now I’m paying the price for that.  Life… does it ever get any easier?  Sigh…


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Writing Prompt: Hidden Conflict Discovered in Everyday Routine

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He looked over at his alarm clock and groaned; 5:00 a.m. was way too early for a regular person to be up, let alone someone who just happened to be missing both of his legs. He slowly propped himself up against his pillows and maneuvered his body so that he was facing the left side of the bed. An old tattered wheelchair sat just inches away. With a heavy sigh, he used his muscular arms to lift his entire body off of the bed. He hovered for a second over the wheelchair, being careful to center his body over the seat. With a grunt, and a few other choice words, he lowered himself into the chair and began the process of fastening the straps so that he wouldn’t accidentally fall out. Once he was strapped in, he reached for his artificial legs. They were heavy, and even though he had gained most of his strength back in his arms, he was still a bit clumsy when trying to attach them to what was left of his real legs. One at a time, he attached the artificial legs. First came the protective cloth which protected his legs from rubbing against the hard plastic base. Next came the numerous adjustments and straps to set everything into place so that he was sure he wouldn’t fall over once he attempted to stand. The clock read 6:00 a.m. He was finally ready to attempt to stand. He planted both artificial legs firmly into the carpet and grabbed the arms of his wheelchair with a firm grasp. The pain was intense at first. He held his breath to try to fight back the searing pain. His eyes began to water as he tried to stand. Once he was fully standing, he felt dizzy and fought the urge to slouch back down into his wheelchair. His determination did not waver though and he tried with all his might to take just one tiny step. This morning was not going to be easy though, because as he took that first step, the rest of his body seemed to have other plans for him. He immediately lost his balance and fell to the floor with a loud thud. Tears stung his eyes and he cussed under his breath. He laid on the floor for a while, trying to regain his strength. He heaved his heavy body off the floor using all the strength he could surmise and proceeded to grab for his wheelchair once again. It was now 7:00 a.m.