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[thewrittentales]

Ashling Meehan-Fanning captures the essence of morning in poetic form with 'Morning Phone Calls'—a free verse that rings with the melodies of dawn. 🌅 Submissions open at Written Tales. Follow & subscribe for verses that awaken the soul! https://writtentales.substack.com/p/morning-phone-calls

[thecatchatwriters]

A new story is up!! The second story based on our prompt “It was only the wind.” This one is by Rebekah Palmer, and SO different from Jessica’s take on it, which I absolutely adore. I will post the third story (mine) soon!! I hope you all enjoy this story!! Please comment, and share!! We TRULY appreciate it SO MUCH!! 

[think-through-pen]

Love, You Saved Me!

It was raining when I met you.

You threw your jacket on my shoulders,

and a warmth I had never known filled me,

thrilled me with flickers of joy and peace.

I was in a trance.

.

Your eyes did not look like a prince's

but they were honest and caring.

When my soul was hanging by two fingernails,

and I could neither pull myself up

nor move for fear of falling off.

Sweat filled my shoes and a vulture

circled me, as if waiting to see my body,

splattered, squashed and bloody.

I could not cry for help, for my throat had run

dry, barren;

as if a bunch of husk was stuck in my throat.

.

You pulled me up and kissed my blood-soaked fingers.

Your gaze made my heart bloom a rose

in its core; the one which I still look after.

You hugged me, wrapping me in your arms;

the dryness left, the husk dissolved,

and I spoke what I had been trying to speak:

"I love you! You save me every time."

Your comments really help me. (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

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[sereneserendipityselcouth-blog]

The Ring in the cup

His knees shivered as he walked through the cold and dark streets of 1965. It was silent, and the only noise you could ever hear was the sound of the rain, Pouring over wherever it would land on. Frightened, he gritted his teeth as he reached for a cigarette in his pocket. Scared of what could be, he tried to keep his cool as he laid his back on an old lamppost. He stared at the blank scenery of the road where traces of violence and stains of blood were clearer than his sweat running through his temples. In the walls, in every corner, in each door, in every windowsill, it was there. The rain poured harder as he waited while his hat was soaked up by his thoughts instead of the rain. His coat didn’t do any good too. Suddenly, the bell rang. It was his cue. The final decision was made; He needed to get out of there, as fast as he could. The once lonely walk became a marathon for his life. Loud footsteps were heard just around the corner. He ran, He needed to get out of there. He wanted to change it. He begged and wished for mercy, but he was not allowed. He’s not one of the noblemen in town, he doesn’t have any money left to pay it all off. He can’t risk the life of his beloved just for his freedom, He just can’t. But, just as he’s about to go away, he stopped in front of an old vintage teacup store. Beautiful teacups were displayed and aligned in front of a broken window. He smiled as he picked a teacup. Then, all of a sudden… BANG! A loud noise coming from a gun shot one of the teacups and broke it into pieces. The man fell on the floor, he was lucky he’s not yet dead. He ran away and left the store but the gunshots from those armed men continued and it became a bloody fight for survival. The next day, the owner of the teacup store was dumbfounded as she saw the remains of her once beautiful shop that was now designed with wreckage and blood. Almost half of the ceramic teacups in her store were damaged and destroyed. She was frustrated and mad for what happened to her store as she took a broom and began sweeping the floors. A teacup, which was shimmering in the early morning sunlight, caught her eye. It was still in great shape and she was delighted to save one. But, as she raised the teacup in her hands, She suddenly felt odd. She felt as if there was something strange inside the cup. A ring. She cried and fell to floor, for she knew the owner of the ring and her heart was torn apart. She kept the ring closer to her heart as she wept. And wept. And wept. Her thoughts began to overpower her but one idea stood out the most. She got up and left everything except for the ring in her hand. While she walked to the distant sun, she repeated 2 words over and over again: Revenge and justice.

[nv-rivera]

While many are heading #backtoschool this week, I wanted to offer up a prompt that will let you hang on to summer just a tiny bit longer. 🍦 enjoy! #happywriting #photopromptfriday #writingprompt #stopwritingalone #shortstoryprompt #flashfictionprompt https://www.instagram.com/p/CSPGaJ9rhgV/?utm_medium=tumblr

[divinelyorganized]

Shhhh...I have a secret. Do know this is a writer's prompt and fictional. Enjoy! #abuse, #acozylife, #acozylifestyle, #c4, #counseling, #gethelp, #Ihaveasecret, #linkparty, #shortstoryprompt

[introverted-n-anxious]

Carrying a tune.

People often ask me if I have trouble sleeping since my accident. 

To be honest, once I’m asleep, it’s all smooth sailing until the morning. It’s more the going to sleep that causes me issues. It’s gotten to the point that I deliberately delay the bedtime rituals for as long as possible. 

There will come a time at night when I know it would be sensible to go to bed. I even start negotiating with myself. “Come on, you love reading, you could read a book for half an hour..? Imagine how fresh you will feel in the morning!” But still I will find something to keep me up later. And later. 

I’m jealous of people who fall asleep within minutes. I can’t imagine how clear your mind would have to be for that to happen. Nighttime, in particular those moments when one is prepping to go to bed, is when my mind struggles the most. 

I will stand in front of the mirror and observe the grey shadows under my eyes and wonder how much worse they will look in the morning. It is around this time that I will often notice there is a song repeating itself continually in my mind. Sometimes it will be from a video I was just watching on the internet, and sometimes I won’t be able to put my finger on why the song entered my mind in the first place. But there it is nonetheless. 

Surely we’ve all had songs stuck in our head before, but I feel like this is something different. Nine times out of ten, it is 3 or 4 counts of a song. A bar of notes that repeats itself incessantly and I don’t seem to have any control over it. Equally annoying is when the tune contains lyrics because then it will be a handful of words that loop over and over again. 

It doesn’t matter if I know the full song or not, I seem to have no control over the fact that my brain has decided to pay full attention to just this one snippet. Once I notice it, the volume is turned up to full and I know it will be hours before it’s gone. Eventually, somehow, I always fall asleep. 

But that’s not to say the record doesn’t keep playing the moment I open my eyes. This is the part I find most bizarre. I will stand in front of that same bathroom mirror and while I’m brushing my teeth I will think, “Wait, isn’t this that song??”

Bedtime for the over thinker is a challenge to say the least. When the world is quiet and the tasks are complete, all that’s left is you and your own mind. This creates the perfect environment for overthinking. A clean slate that you can fill with any variety of poisonous thoughts. Heaven forbid my mind should have a moment of peace.

I came across this quote from Tim Burton, and I related to it immediately. My fondness for windmills was always based in aesthetics, and this quote caused me to wonder if subconsciously there is a deeper connection to the imagery.

My mind IS a windmill, I just wish I could pick what makes it spin. 

So yeah, sometimes I think about my accident and how things could have been and should have been different and these thoughts will likely haunt me forever. But for now, I just want to get this damn song out my head. 

**In case you’re wondering, the song that was stuck in my head last night was Death with Dignity by Sufjan Stevens. Specifically JUST the line, “Tired old mare, with the wind in your hair.”

Maybe it’s a sign. 

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Miscommunication

Summary: you left the bunker after overhearing a conversation with the Winchester brothers.

You’d left him. You had no choice. It was either to leave him high and dry or keep living this lie of feelings between the pair of you. Or so that’s what you had though would happen. You were convinced that you were no good for the man. You’d heard rumors of Dean hitting and quitting. He’d never have a real relationship with you.

But who were you trying to convince, yourself or everyone around you?

You’d left the bunker around midnight three night ago. You’d take your car and packed your clothes and other belongings into the trunk before driving to the nearest motel. Dean had blown up your phone, leaving voicemails and text messages. You wouldn’t answer him. You’d heard him loud and clear talking to Sam in the kitchen the night previous.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Sammy,” Dean had said as you leaned in the wall just outside the kitchen. You’d only come in there for a beer. “How long can I keep this secret from her? It’s been driving me nuts. The damn thing won’t leave my mind. How can I ask this of her?”

Sam sighed and you could just picture the man rolling his shoulders in discomfort. “I think you need to speak to her face to face. She deserves the truth, Dean. You won’t know anything until you ask her.”

But you didn’t want to hear the truth. Instead of hearing the rest of the conversation, you’d turned around and went back to the room you’d shared with Dean and packed your clothes in a bag before leaving. If you had stayed, you would have heard the rest of the conversation. The part of the conversation where Dean pulls out the velvet box and shows the ring to his brother.

Of course, you were long gone by that time. So you didn’t know anything. All you held were assumptions. It was the end of the week when Dean had finally stopped calling. But you never counted on Dean tracking your cell phone to this motel. You never counted on a heavy knock on your door. You never counted on the broad shoulders slumping down as big Apple green eyes stared back at you with sorrow sand relief.

“Dean?” You greeted, instantly stepping back to allow him entrance, muscle memory for all the times he’s been inside your room.

“Sam did a tracking spell,” he admitted as he sat on one of the beds in the room. “I had to make sure you weren’t on a suicide mission. you weren’t answering my calls or anything. I had to make absolute certain that you were okay after you’d left the bunker without saying anything to me or Sam.”

“I heard you and Sam in the kitchen talking,” you started to fidget with the silver chain around your neck. “You were going to break up with me; I figured it would have been easier if you didn’t say anything at all and break my heart twice.”

“What?” Dean’s neck audibly snapped at the force of him turning his attention away from the television and back to you. “No, I wasn’t.”

“Dean, don’t lie to me.” You frowned.

He reached into his chest pocket before pulling out a ring and showing it to you. “I was thinking about giving this to you.” Creasing your brows, you cocked your head to the side and took the ring from him. “It’s just a promise ring for now.”

He answered the question in your eyes. But you knew it was more than that. He would never become so vulnerable and buy a ring for anyone. You felt tears in your eyes as he stood up and walked over to you and took the ring out of your hand before slipping it on your finger.

“Come home, y/n, please?”

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[moo-cow-uk]

something i wrote mid mental breakdown :)

writing prompt from @shortstoryprompt​

[rawemotions7]

Trying is better than the Regret.

This is one of those topics I’ve been wanting to write so much. There are a lot of things I want to share, and I’ve got a very important message so I hope you read it till the end. 

To my readers I want you to know that life gives us this choice of doing something for the first time. It’s either a yes or a no. From me based on the lines above Trying would be a yes, like yes I would like to try to cook sometime, or try to play cricket sometime or these things I’ve never done before, I would like to try to do these things. And regret would be the opposite, it’s not like everybody regrets not trying but they wouldn’t exactly have the experience.

Why to Try?

This is a question we ask ourselves every day when it’s not our ,’ like why am I even trying to do this?’, ‘Would people like me if I did this?’, if I am stuck in this kind of a situation I like to go and give it a shot. Without actually trying I would know the end result of something, you would lack the experience to judge the activity. Sometimes there are risks combined with trying, but those decisions should be thought through. But I’m not suggesting that trying is risky, see I know this what’s tomorrow is unknown, then why are we building are lives today or shaping our lives the way we are for the unknown, why don’t we just cherish the moment and live today. Same is with trying why do we jump to conclusions without trying it, we don’t know how the experience is going to be, so instead of thinking about how it could go wrong might as well give it a shot. 

You cannot do anything about it without actually trying. I know I’ve been exaggerating upon the fact that you should try, only with the experience I’m saying this,’ I do regret not trying things when I had the opportunity’. The regret is the hardest to live with.

What is regret?

To quote the actual meaning of regret it is “a feeling of sadness or disappointment over failing to do something”, that’s the meaning but If we’re to put it in a simple manner it would be, ‘not trying’. Regret is the after feeling we get after we decide not to try because it crosses your mind what if I tried, and then you basically regret not trying. I say try, because even you feel it that may cause some kind of a problem after, you can at least have the experience to say so. For example, if you tried a new restaurant an you don’t like the food, so the next time you know where not to go, without trying you wouldn’t be able to.In a way trying gives us the experience.

 If J.K Rowling didn’t pitch other publishers when she got turned down, we wouldn’t have known anything about Harry Potter. The decision of not trying would leave you with a regret.

Why is it better to try?

I think it’s always best to try it makes your life simpler and a lot less of decisions you have to make, it leaves you with the experience, it leaves you with something you never expected, it leaves you changed. Referring to the part of the unknown tomorrow, Trying brings you things or results you don’t expect, there’s this thing about life you cannot know it all, if you think so then it’ll surprise you every day. Do your thing, try once, twice and on and on. But don’t give up. Someday you’ll be happy you did so.

Important message!!!!

In today’s world people make fun of other people to try something. Why do you think we fixate upon the decision to try something, it’s because we think about how the people around us would react. We crave that feedback, every human does, so instead of making fun try supporting them.

The inspiration to this blog was after the incident of various students abusing teachers during online classes or you know messing around with them, I think they’re doing a fabulous job trying to at least teach online not everybody is brave enough to do that. And not only teachers, if someone around you is trying to do something encourage them, motivate them. I guarantee you’ll feel very happy about it. During such times support each other and not only during this time but all the time support each other it’s a small world- Be happy and make others happy. 

By

 ~Mohammed Athar Rangila.

#writers @poetic

#shortstory @writersnoonereads @shortstoryprompt

[callalilly]

It's weird to watch children play on the same sand where lion's heart-blood was once spilled.

ME :))

[thewrittentales]

Jeff Burt takes us on a poetic descent in 'One Rung Down'—a verse that echoes the echoes of a life in transition. 🔄 Submissions open at Written Tales. Follow & subscribe for poetry that resonates with the rhythm of change! https://writtentales.substack.com/p/one-rung-down

[thecatchatwriters]

Our next prompt is a line of dialogue (mostly). And our first story up is by Jessica VanderWerff. The prompt we are working with is, "It was just the wind." Jessica's story is eerie and creepy and perfect for the Halloween season. Please enjoy and feel free to please comment!!

Trigger Warning: Abuse and Gore

[think-through-pen]

Dear Moon and Stars,

She invited me for a garden stroll,

for she loves flowers and autumn fall.

I could not but be glad

at this chance I had.

.

Off we went to her garden, vast and moony;

her smile was nought but so bloomy;

and as she plucked an apple for me,

I kissed her hand so gently;

she turned redder than the apple,

my cheeks wore red apparel.

.

A stirring calmness in her eyes

did more to me than surprise;

I held her hands and said to her:

'Your eyes make my heart astir,

your simple smile takes my breath away

and I cannot but yell all-day

how much I love you till the end of sky,

and share with Moon our what and why.

I love you with all my heartbeat!

You are my bitter and sweet.

I love you, my dearie!'

She hugged me and said softly,

'I love you too, honey!'

Lovely Tags: @most-ment @jordynhaiku @sunlovemoon @rsaveragewriting @yumiraaa @playssilly @a-moonlit-poet @shortstoryprompt @somebodyssongbird @selene-stories @musingofaninsignificantwriter @givethispromptatry @heywriters @vixen1012

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[divinelyorganized]

This is a fun and innovative link party. We were to use the prompt provided by the host, Dee, of Grammy's Grid, and write a short story. It's really stretched the imagination and I enjoyed it immensely. Check out my take on the prompt...A woman, sitting alone on a park bench, hears something that…

By the way, if you are a grandmother and blogger, why not join our team, The Blogging Grandmothers. If interested, leave a comment below. It's a great group of ladies who support and encourage each other while making our mark on the blogging world. #acozylife, #acozylifestyle, #c4, #ifonly, #linkparty, #shortstoryprompt

[paperdreams]

Prompts to inspire your imagination! #prompt #writingprompt #writing #shortstory #writinginspiration #emilylarkins #shortstoryprompt #shortstorystarter #storystarter https://ift.tt/3aggn3E