Dichotomy of a Boy – Daily Picsperation Post

Here is my first Daily Picsperation post based on the following two pictures

If you haven’t gone to the DP site, you really should.  Every day, an amazing author will write a story based around one or two photo prompts.  Follow the blog to get your hands on some great reads.

Dichotomy of a Boy

Jax’s appearance was rough and forbidding. When he was young, he rebelled against his strict upbringing by littering his skin with artful designs and rings meant to serve as a warning for others to keep away. Yet this pretty girl with tawny hair and plump lips didn’t shy away. Instead she twisted and snuck inside the walled fortress of his heart, splintering it and allowing the sun and warmth of her love to commandeer it.

Every day her presence acted like a soothing balm, pulling him further and further from his defiant youth, easing him into the adult he never imagined he could be. Jax had planned for months, creating the perfect fairytale setting, a bed strung high up in a tree where only the birds would be able to serenade his proposal to the woman who changed him irrevocably.

When his love asked where they were headed with only a large backpack between them, he kept silent. Hoping the visual would show her how much she meant to him instead. He wasn’t much for romance, but when he’d read one of her creative writing pieces, he couldn’t shake the beautiful imagery held within and vowed to create a real live masterpiece that would stand up to her fictional one.

Beneath the canopy of hundred year oaks, her steps faltered when she saw the lanterns casting a dim glow, lighting their path.

“What is this?” she asked, but continued walking not waiting for his reply.

She stopped beneath a rope ladder, peering up at a large object that she couldn’t quite make out from the ground. Jax nodded his head towards the ladder, urging her to climb.

Following close behind, Jax waited patiently, hoping he would hear her gasp or mutter some expletive when she saw the antique bed waiting for her perched among the limbs. He wasn’t disappointed when she screeched loudly and clamored onto the quilt covered mattress smiling with glee.

“This is my story!” she cried, “How in the world did you do this?”

Never one for taking a compliment, Jax only shrugged and climbed onto the bed beside her. “It was your dream world. I wanted you to be able to live it, even if it was for just one night.”

They contentedly sat together, opened up a bottle of champagne and drank to their love. And once Jax had finally asked her to love him forever, they drank to their future.

#MotivationMonday, #TuesdayTales and #55WordChallenge – Flash Fiction posts

Hello my lovelies.

It’s hump day, and in honor of being a world-class procrastinator today, I’m posting a couple of my flash fiction pieces.

Here is my Motivation Monday piece:

Prompt: “They Call Her Princess” – must be first line of the story.

Delusions of Grandeur

They call her princess to her face, knowing she won’t accept anything less from her royal subjects. She allows them to cater to her every whim, bringing her food, drink and even escort her to the showers, where she is bathed beneath a cascade of hot spring warmed water.

She gets lonely in her ivory tower, with only her attendants to converse with, but it is better than no one at all. She dreams of gilded castles and jewels of every hue. Yet what she doesn’t know is that every week her mother comes to her room and asks those watching over her how she’s doing.

“Her delusions are worse this week. We’ll need to adjust her medication again,” the doctor whispers behind the iron door confining the princess to her padded cell.

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Here is my Tuesday Tales piece

Prompt:  Distinguished and this photo – 100 words or lessgoogle search

His bright gold glasses weren’t the only thing that distinguished ‘Pa Joe from others at the Oakwood Nursing Home. His youthful spirit and still agile reflexes were tools he used to cheer up the other patients who were frailer than he was. His love of bluegrass and blonde busty nurses were also widely known throughout the center. The day he broke his hip twirling the young candy striper was the beginning of the end for Joe. His inner-light dimmed after that and even his favorite nurse’s flirtations couldn’t bring back his joy. Movement was his life, without it, he withered.

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Here’s today’s post for the 55 Word Challenge

Prompt: 

55 words or less

A Widow No More

The biting wind should have chilled her, yet her singular focus kept her from feeling much other than relief. The year was finally over. Her first mission was to throw out all the black from her wardrobe. This time tomorrow she would be wearing deep crimson and not pretending to mourn the man she murdered.

Flash Fiction – Week of June 18th

I figured I’d wait and post all my flash fiction pieces together this week.  Since most are pretty short (100 words or less) it seemed better than multiple posts each week.   ( #TuesdayTales, #55WordChallenge, #FlashFactoryFriday)

I just posted my Flash Factory Friday piece.

FFF prompts:  Condundrum, Weary and System (50-350 words)

I also decided to use this picture as inspiration.  Enjoy!

The System

Stefan’s tall, gangly body looked awkward sitting on the tiny bed in his new room.  The lumpy mattress at least had a clean white sheet pulled taut into military style corners.    Janice, the woman who’d picked him up, seemed pleasant enough, but they all usually did until he was read the riot act about what was expected of him. He’d long grown weary of being stuck in the foster system, moving from one place to another, all in the name of finding him a decent place to live and grow up.  Unfortunately, many made him feel more like an indentured servant than a child deserving of love and affection.

Pondering his situation, Stefan realized this would likely be the last family he’d be forced to live with.  His eighteenth birthday was quickly approaching and with no family to support him, he knew his future didn’t look particularly prosperous.  He was a good student, but not so exceptional he’d been able to get a scholarship or grant for college.  He’d written countless of essays and letters trying to get one single chance of being more than just another street kid, begging the world to rescue him.

No.  Stefan wanted to rescue himself.

A single knock echoed through the unadorned room and his new foster father nudged the door open wide.

“You getting settled, son?” he asked, nodding towards the suitcase sitting by the dresser still waiting to be unpacked.

Stefan shrugged, waiting for the long list of rules and restrictions that came with every new family. Knowing it would only be a matter of time before he messed up and they sent him away.

“We seem to have a bit of a conundrum–” Jack pronounced, standing in front of his new son waiting for the boy to look up.

When Stefan finally glanced at Jack, he saw something that was precious and rare.

A smile.

“Janice wants to know if you’d rather have pizza or Chinese?”

Hearing the simple question, his heart surged with hope. Perhaps he’d finally found a home, a family and, most of all, a future.

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Here is my Honorable Mention entry to the 55 Word Challenge

Using this photo for inspiration:

A Witch Scorned

With the words chanted three times, the spell was cast.
Angelica could only wait in darkening wood, hoping her magic wouldn’t fail her this night.

For tonight, on the eve of the longest day, she planted the seed that would soon mature and fester until it had grown into the thing she most desired.

Revenge.

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And last, here is my entry for this week’s Tuesday Tales

The prompts was:  Exoteric

and the image: 

 The Truth Will Set You Free

Jenna sat on a low tree limb, watching a few men practice some fancy form of martial arts, framed by the orange glow of the setting sun. Her mind drifted back to the sweet, shy smile Ashley had hidden behind after revealing her secret. It was now Jenna’s turn to open up to the man she thought could make her happy.

But it was all a lie.

The branch shifted beneath Charlie’s weight and she blurted, “I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s me.”

“How exoteric of you,” he muttered, knowing they were through.

“Unfortunately, it’s also the truth. I’m gay.”

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Thanks for reading!  See you next week.

And don’t forget, Thursday, June 28th will be my first Picsperation post.

Daily Picsperation – contributing author

I just wanted to send a quick shout out to the newest blog that I will be a part of –Starting next Thursday, I’ll be posting stories bi-weekly for the Daily Picsperation blog.  The stories I’ll write will be based around one or two of the photo prompts that I’ve been given.   The blog opens next Monday with Jen DeSantis posting her first story.

I’d love it if you followed the blog and the amazing authors that will be contributing to this new endeavor.

Here’s a link to my page on the site.

See you next Thursday!!

Michela

Don’t Cry over Spilled Coffee #FlashFactoryFriday

This was my post for Flash Factory Friday

Prompt: saccharine, asphalt, simple

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Coffee

The typical muggy Atlanta heat slapped me in the face when I exited the over air-conditioned coffee shop. Taking a long sip from my iced latte, I cringed at the saccharine sweet flavor assaulting my tongue. I glanced at the cup, only now realizing that I’d grabbed someone named Diego’s.

Shit.

Spinning around, I ran into a broad chest that sent me flopping down onto the scorching hot asphalt. I jumped up, leaving the spilled drink on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, finally looking up at the handsome man frowning down at me, wearing a soggy, coffee stained shirt.

This just wasn’t my day.

I scanned around for something to mop up the mess, but could only shrug and offer to buy him a new drink.

“Well since you snagged my first one, I imagine it’s the least you can do.” He smirked, tugging open the door to usher us both back inside.

Following along behind him, I was mortified at how quickly I’d managed to embarrass myself in front of such a strikingly good-looking man. Granted, now that I thought about it, his shirt had clung to his muscular frame in a rather appealing way. Shaking away the thought, I apologized again, stepping up to the counter to reorder our drinks.

Waving me off, he replied, “Simple mistake. You can make it up to me by agreeing to go out to dinner with me instead though.”

Peering over my shoulder, I examined Diego’s dark brown eyes, long lashes, and tanned skin and figured, why not? Perhaps my day was looking up after all.

Obsession – HM for Wed #55wordchallenge

This is my Honorable Mention entry for this past Wednesday’s 55 Word Challenge.

Obsession

Lying beneath his weight, I waited until I heard his breath even out into deep sleep.

It was time to prove that his obsession with me was one sided. The love I might have had was long gone after months of harsh words and actions.

I grasped the knife, ready to do what was necessary.

#ThursThreads – Working Girl

My entry for this week’s Thursday Threads flash fiction challenge.

Prompt: “That didn’t take long.”

And the image I thought would go well with it.

Working Girl

It was her first night on the job and Ally’s nerves were on edge. Even though she’d been training for this assignment for weeks, the butterflies in her stomach just wouldn’t settle down.

“Ally, you ready,” she heard whispered in her ear as she took her place on the corner of Market and Union, a high traffic area known for prostitution.

“As I’ll ever be,” she muttered, trying to psych herself up.

She’d only been standing in her Lucite sky-high heels for a couple of minutes when a car slowed, its window descending at the same time.

“Hey pretty lady, you feel like some fun?”

Ally could barely make out the average man’s face, but the mere thought of what he was insinuating made her insides roll in disgust. “Sure hon, what’ve you got in mind?”

“Get in and we’ll chat,” the balding man offered, opening the door to allow her in.

“Fifty for a BJ and a hundred for a fuck,” Ally drawled, trying her best to sound bored with the entire exchange, even though her senses were on high alert.

“Fifty it is. Now get in so we can go somewhere a little more private.”

Stepping into his car, Ally smirked to herself while keeping her hand on the weapon strapped to her thigh.

“That didn’t take long,” her boss whispered into her earpiece, knowing the john would be arrested as soon as they turned the corner.

She really did love the adrenaline rush of undercover work.