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Lock your windows — Kaylaisweird’s response

Friday, April 2nd, 2010

This response to our writing prompt was written by Kaylaisweird, one of our recently joined members.  Enjoy her somewhat spooky response!

The taste inside my mouth is an empty one.

Shallow, flavorless, nothing.

I try to recall all of the different times that this has happened, and only come up with two. The last occasion was when my father had this syndrome that made his entire left side of his body go numb; and I just watched in terror while the paramedics tried to stop the convulsing.

I remember it distantly, much so like a hazy dream that once burned alive with clarity and now is settled into a pile of dust and coals.

This time it is nothing like that. Everything is vivid and filled with color. I’ve been staring at the same crack in the cement for over an hour and I don’t believe that I’ve even blinked once. My mother was carried away, under a sheet on a stretcher. The blood on my hands is a deep, sticky brown that closely resembles mud and I don’t think it will ever come out from beneath my fingernails.

I hope…that someday, somewhere…someone will give that bastard a taste of his own medicine. The police told me that it looked like it was just a typical break-in that didn’t go as planned.

I know that they’re just doing their jobs, but if you want my opinion…I would keep a gun by your bedside and lock all your windows.

Distant Thunder — Nate Notorious’s response

Sunday, March 7th, 2010

Nate Notorious is one of our young, early members who is back after a long hiatus.  He began his return with this writing prompt response!

I watched as we drifted closer, We were on a boat drifting with no way to steer , drifting directly into a storm. This storm was no ordinary storm. This was a powerful thunderstorm, the most threatening storm I have ever seen. In fact the reason we lost our ores was running from what seemed to belightning chasing us. Desperately hoping to see another boat. A rescue. A retched feeling in our guts, the feeling of hopelessness , being lost and knowing you are going to die and theirs nothing you can do about it.

What seemed like days passed, (you couldn’t tell what time it was because the storm clouds hadn’t let up) as we drifted into a wavy pool of despair. We were almost in the storm, fighting if large waves using our hands to steer. We kept at it for hours until our hands turned purple from the icy water. There were 2 of us on the boat, Walter (me) and Micheal (his friends just call him mick). We finally entered the worst part of the storm when we realized that there was an island inside the storm that we hadn’t seen due to the abundant fog.

We drifted onto the shore, it seemed to be deserted. We anchored on the shore and ran into the land, suddenly the sky seemed to clear and we saw a village in the distance. We ran to where we could see the village and it appeared to not be a village, but a city. Crawling now we collapsed from exaustion. “only 300 feet” said mick. A few men came up to us and asked what had happened,we told them they carried us into the town. As we awoke from our daze, surprised to find that the town was real, we realized that something was different about us. We then realized that we had seemed to have aged 30 years. It didnt make sense, I yelled as a man walked into the room “is this some kind of trick!? Surprised the man said “What are you talking about!?”

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