Writing Challenge A to Z – Fearless

Happy Friday, folks.  I hope you are all getting ready to enjoy the most out of yours.  I’ve been in a bit of a funk this week, both work and home have seemed to get the better of me, and my muse left the building.  I wrestled her to the ground today, and even though I didn’t feel like writing, knew I needed to write something, anything to get over that hump of frustration.

So I’m off to get a sassy new do, and pour myself a nice little cocktail when I get home to celebrate having made it through another week.  I wish you a lovely day and hope you enjoy it to the best of your abilities!   Cheers, Michela

 

Fearless-Kids

Truce

Darla looked down at the stack of dishes, wondering when her life had become about cleaning up after her two precocious children.  When Trevor and her decided to adopt, first Andre and then Anissa, she’d decided to quit her job and stay home with the kids.  After all, this is what they’d dreamt of, a family to call their own.  After years of trying, they’d finally decided if Darla couldn’t conceive on her own, they’d open up their home to a couple of children who could use loving parents.   

She sighed heavily, wiping her hands on the dishtowel next to the sink.  It had been a rough morning.  Andre and his sister had decided to start their day battling wills, and the aruging hadn’t stopped all morning.  Darla had finally sent them outside to play in the backyard, hoping they’d find something to entertain themselves individually so she could actually get something done other than refereeing another one of their arguments.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t heard any whining, crying or complaining for a while, which as any parent knows, silence usually means kids are up to no good.   Stepping out onto the patio, she looked around, wondering what the pair were up to.   Wandering towards the small playhouse they’d build in the far corner of the lot, she heard giggling.  Not just giggling, but belly laughter.

Tiptoeing around the corner of the house, her jaw dropped open.  There standing on a low hanging branch of the oak tree stood her two kids dressed up as superheroes.  They were jumping down off the branch and zooming around, swooping up toy trucks and action figures as if they were saving the day.  Each claiming to be braver than the other.   Not wanting to disturb the peace, she backed slowly away, allowing her happy children to continue their epic battle between good and evil.  She smile to herself as she went back to washing the dishes knowing that these kinds of days were the ones that made every other one worth it.

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Writing Challenge – A to Z: Epic

Here is my letter E entry for this challenge.  You’d be surprised how hard it is to find a great photo prompt to go with an adjective starting with E.   So, Epic it is.  I found this photo and it resonated with me and where I am in my life right now, wondering where all the time has gone and how I ended here instead of the path I’d always figured I’d end up on. Not that here is so bad, just different.

So here you go, enjoy!

epic

Just Press Pause

Shit, she was late for work– again.  It wasn’t like she had a poor work ethic, or was perpetually late to everything, but this job.  It sucked the life right out of her.  Emily had been working at the Simpson and Simpson law firm as their receptionist for the last month when their previous employee left for a new job.  After a month of fetching coffee for pompous jackholes, answering phones and filing enough folder to fill a warehouse, she was over it.  

She tapped her foot to Beyonce’s Formation, willing her train to arrive quicker than the five minutes the arrival board was displaying.  The platform was bustling, and she was jostled around to facing the pylon with the words, ‘Do Epic Shit’.  It was as if a lightening bolt struck her beside the head.  How could she have veered so far off course?  She’d come to New York, just like every other person from podunk Nowheresville, USA, looking for fame and fortune on Broadway.  She’d stopped auditioning a while back when she needed to take any job she could to pay rent.  A roof over her head, even a roach infested hole in the wall, seemed more important than living on the street for a dream.

Staring at those words, etched on the wall made her reconsider her whole perspective.  The subway rattled into the station.  Emily squeezed into a seat and pulled out her phone, binging up the Backstage website.   By the time she arrived at her station Emily had noted three shows she was planning on securing an audition for, right after she put in her notice to her current job from hell.  She’d find a waitressing or bartending gig somehow to pay the bills, but she couldn’t let her dreams pass her by without giving every last drop of blood in her soul into the endeavor.

Writing Challenge A to Z: Depressed

Hope you are all ready for the weekend.  Here’s my next little dribble of a story — the image based on the prompt: Depressed.

Enjoy!

depressed

Pressure

Sinking further beneath the bubbles, Audrey felt the stress of the day melt away.  Her life was spiraling out of control.  She wished it would all just melt away like she could close her eyes and slip beneath the water, never to surface again.  

It hadn’t always been this bleak, but between Audrey’s mother’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis and her company giving her a pink slip, it felt like a black cloud was following her around.  She’d just come home from visiting another assisted living possibility, this one even more expensive than the last one she’d visited yesterday.   The pressure of life was caving in on her, and she felt like she was drowning.  

She lit the cigarette she’d had hidden in her freezer since she’d quit six months ago, inhaling the smoke and feeling its immediate soothing effect.  She could hear her phone pinging in the other room, but sunk beneath the bubbles in an effort to tune out the world for just another few minutes.  To believe, she’d somehow be able to care for her mother in the best way possible. To hope, she might find a new job before her unemployment checks ran out or got evicted from her tiny apartment.   

For now, she enjoyed the serene silence, knowing chaos was just above the surface.