Now you finish the story… No compty’s please! Let’s see what you got! 😉
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Posted in Midnight Madness, Uncategorized
Tagged #midnightmadness, black, candlelight, dark, dusty, flicker, illuminated, library, light, night, postaday, Prompt, room, Story, writing
Yesterday started out a little bit rough for this little girl. She hit the window of our house flying about a million miles an hour, trying to escape another young lady who was offended by her presence.
After she smacked the window, she dove for the ground; with her aggressive girlfriend following, and the boyfriend trailing close behind. Little girl cowered against the fence as the young lady attempted to maul her to death. Jealousy will do that I guess. The boyfriend tried to intervene, but got a mouthful and a slap in the face. So he decided it was best to stay as far up in the trees as he possibly could.
After watching the brutal slaying from afar, I just couldn’t stay away any longer; I knew I had to intervene myself. Upon reaching the fence where the fight was going on, young lady squawked at me and took off, and poor little girl let me pick her up and carry her inside. She was completely calm and begged me to help her. I cleaned her wounds the best I could and finished with some healing ointment. She smiled at me as I readied a nice comfy bed for her and winked at me as I closed the door.
Later that evening, I went to check on her and she told me she was ready to go home. I carried her to the front door and we said our goodbyes. She promised to come visit me once and awhile and sing more of her sweet songs to me. I in turn, promised to have plenty of birdseed on hand for when she visits next. It turned out to be a great day after all.
The Daily Post Photo Challenge – Against the Odds
Posted in Short Stories, Uncategorized
Tagged Against the Odds, animals, assisting, birds, brutality, cardinals, fighting, healing, helping, jealousy, life, nature, Prompt, rescue, The Daily Post Photo Challenge
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.
Posted in Short Stories
Tagged conflict, creative writing, determination, disability, fiction, hero, pain, Prompt, quote, routine, short story, stress, suffering, survivor, writing
Amazingly, we survived without a scratch. Bigger problems were sure to come our way, but we knew at this very moment that we had at least survived this first strike. Chris and I had been anticipating this for a very long time. Destruction was occurring everywhere and so we were fairly sure that our time would come. Everyone was scared to death and even worse, nobody really knew the reason why all of this was happening. For a while, Chris and I thought we might be spared the horrific events which had been occurring all over the world. Grateful as we were, we eventually realized that even we could not escape the power of a force such as this. Had we realized in the beginning just how grave the situation would be, I am sure that we would have come up with a better plan. I always knew life was going to be short, but after this, I wasn’t even sure that we were going to be able to live through another day. Just before dawn, we felt the earth tremble. King strikers, (aka Stealth Bombers) were rocketing through our airspace as if they were determined to destroy everything in their path. Lightweight aircraft followed close behind, monitoring ground movement and searching for signs of life. Much to our surprise, we were not seen, and we were able to find shelter in old abandoned warehouse on the far side of town. Nobody had expected such a turn of events. Over the course of a year, the world had changed from one of beauty and hope to ugliness and chaos. People were literally running for their lives, not knowing if they would even survive another day. Questions continued to arise as to how this whole turn of events started in the first place. Remnants of cars and old battered building materials littered the streets. Sadly, there were no signs of life in the area that we had taken shelter in. Torn by the urge to run for our lives, or instead sit and hold tight in hopes that we might be rescued, we sat holding on tightly to one another in an embrace so strong that neither one of us could hardly breathe. Unlike the rest of the world, we had been lucky, the bombing strikes had never come this far until today. Violent shivers shook me to my bones and my teeth would not stop chattering. Without a word, both of us looked at each other and knew that today, could surely be our last one together. Xenia, was the name of the bomber that had destroyed most of the nearby towns. Yesterday we had heard a potential rumor that the Xenia had been spotted flying in our direction. Zapped of our hope, we knew the end was near.
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Tagged alphabet, challenge, creative writing, Prompt, short story, stealth bombers, writing
