Writing Challenge - Days 16 & 17
To all who are reading this,
Today, we have two pieces of fiction from the Writing Challenge, since I was unable to post last night.
I had been to the cinema to see X:Men - Days of Future Past, which is a great addition to the franchise, with a brilliant cast who are perfect for the roles. I am crushing on the younger Charles, younger Eric, Wolverine (no matter what), Quicksilver, Hank McCoy, Blink and Mystique. Trask is a fabulous villain. And the urge to cosplay is building!
Anyway, after that mini review, here we go!
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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JUNE PROMPTS YOU TO... WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 16. - FEATHER
I know that nothing will hurt me. I know that I will survive anything that life throws at me. I know that I am protected, and will be kept safe from the dangers of the world.
A guardian angel watches over me.
I can hear you scoff now as you read this, dear readers. But I am protected by a guardian angel, and if you don't believe it, here's the proof. Yet you're still laughing at me.
I can hear your voices: "Beth, it's a feather. That's not proof. You could have taken that from a pillow or even from a duck. Hell, it could be from any bird that has flown over your house, or one that has been left behind if your cat has chased it away."
But it's an angel, I know it is. I've spoken to him.
He's a tall, handsome stranger. He stands in the shadows and watches over me as I sleep. He has long fair hair that falls in his face and his skin is unblemished. His eyes are of the most vivid blue that whenever I see him I feel like I am drowning. He wears a black leather trench coat that falls to the tops of his thick soled army boots. Jeans are clad on his long, muscled legs, whilst his equally black shirt falls open, showing a bare chest. The only thing that are white are his wings, which are as long as a two person leather reclining sofa.
He has stepped from the shadows and spoken only once. I never knew he was there until I was sixteen, and I woke from my slumber when a disturbance outside my window, near the dustbins. I climbed from bed, pulled open my curtains and a man fell through the window. There was no smash of glass, no noise of any kind. I fought a scream back, and tried to ask the man if he was okay.
He clutched my hand, and that was when I saw his eyes. I helped him up, and let him sit on my bed to rest. I bought him a glass of water, which he didn't drink at all. His voice when he spoke was soft and gentle.
"Thank you for your assistance. You have no need to fear. I will never hurt you."
That's when I knew he was a guardian angel. He must know that the bullying had finally reached its toll and I had cut into my wrist with a razor blade. He kissed my forehead, and stood up, spreading those magnificent wings. He drew them around himself, spun once and disappeared, leaving only a single feather behind.
He watches me still. I know he does. He could never hurt me. He loves me, you see.
JUNE PROMPTS YOU TO... WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 17. - SWIM
"Swim."
I heard his voice and fought against the bonds that restricted me. The cords binding my wrists behind my back, and around my ankles made things so difficult, but survival was key. I had to see him again. I had to. I thrashed as much as humanly possible against the bonds, and managed to get part of my hand free. I continued my harsh movements, until my hands were completely free. An air bubble escaped my mouth, and I knew I had to move quickly.
I kicked out, letting my hair stream beside me, making believe that I was a mermaid, and that I was not dying. I pumped my legs up and down, whilst I struck hard for the surface with my arms.
Finally, I broke the surface. Taking a deep breath, and treading water as best as I could, I struck for shore. The blood rushed in my ears and my head felt light, but as my arms slapped the surface, I hit sand. Trying to get a grip, I hauled myself upwards, until I could sit upright on the sand.
I had survived. My clothes clung to my body in curves I didn't know I had, and my hair was stuck to my face. My chest was tight, my head dizzy and I was slowly loosing circulation in my legs.
Far off down the beach was a wooden cabin, the trees behind it leading into a woodland area. I was far from home, and seeing him was becoming a much more difficult task. Finding a sharp shell, I cut through the cord on my ankles, and managed to stand on wobbly legs. I was like Bambi as I staggered along the beach, making deep footsteps. The cabin seemed to get further away, but my feet hit the planks of wood on the cabin's front steps.
I hauled myself upright and pushed open the door. White light flooded my eyes -
"She's stable. Let's get her into ICU."
"Will she be alright, doctor?"
"She's a fighter, your daughter. She'll come around properly in no time. Then we'll learn more about the accident."
COPYRIGHT - ZOE ADAMS (2014)
Currently reading: A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Heaven Or, How I Made Peace With The Paranormal and Stigmatized Zealots and Cynics in The Process by Corey Taylor
Today, we have two pieces of fiction from the Writing Challenge, since I was unable to post last night.
I had been to the cinema to see X:Men - Days of Future Past, which is a great addition to the franchise, with a brilliant cast who are perfect for the roles. I am crushing on the younger Charles, younger Eric, Wolverine (no matter what), Quicksilver, Hank McCoy, Blink and Mystique. Trask is a fabulous villain. And the urge to cosplay is building!
Anyway, after that mini review, here we go!
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
---
JUNE PROMPTS YOU TO... WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 16. - FEATHER
I know that nothing will hurt me. I know that I will survive anything that life throws at me. I know that I am protected, and will be kept safe from the dangers of the world.
A guardian angel watches over me.
I can hear you scoff now as you read this, dear readers. But I am protected by a guardian angel, and if you don't believe it, here's the proof. Yet you're still laughing at me.
I can hear your voices: "Beth, it's a feather. That's not proof. You could have taken that from a pillow or even from a duck. Hell, it could be from any bird that has flown over your house, or one that has been left behind if your cat has chased it away."
But it's an angel, I know it is. I've spoken to him.
He's a tall, handsome stranger. He stands in the shadows and watches over me as I sleep. He has long fair hair that falls in his face and his skin is unblemished. His eyes are of the most vivid blue that whenever I see him I feel like I am drowning. He wears a black leather trench coat that falls to the tops of his thick soled army boots. Jeans are clad on his long, muscled legs, whilst his equally black shirt falls open, showing a bare chest. The only thing that are white are his wings, which are as long as a two person leather reclining sofa.
He has stepped from the shadows and spoken only once. I never knew he was there until I was sixteen, and I woke from my slumber when a disturbance outside my window, near the dustbins. I climbed from bed, pulled open my curtains and a man fell through the window. There was no smash of glass, no noise of any kind. I fought a scream back, and tried to ask the man if he was okay.
He clutched my hand, and that was when I saw his eyes. I helped him up, and let him sit on my bed to rest. I bought him a glass of water, which he didn't drink at all. His voice when he spoke was soft and gentle.
"Thank you for your assistance. You have no need to fear. I will never hurt you."
That's when I knew he was a guardian angel. He must know that the bullying had finally reached its toll and I had cut into my wrist with a razor blade. He kissed my forehead, and stood up, spreading those magnificent wings. He drew them around himself, spun once and disappeared, leaving only a single feather behind.
He watches me still. I know he does. He could never hurt me. He loves me, you see.
JUNE PROMPTS YOU TO... WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 17. - SWIM
"Swim."
I heard his voice and fought against the bonds that restricted me. The cords binding my wrists behind my back, and around my ankles made things so difficult, but survival was key. I had to see him again. I had to. I thrashed as much as humanly possible against the bonds, and managed to get part of my hand free. I continued my harsh movements, until my hands were completely free. An air bubble escaped my mouth, and I knew I had to move quickly.
I kicked out, letting my hair stream beside me, making believe that I was a mermaid, and that I was not dying. I pumped my legs up and down, whilst I struck hard for the surface with my arms.
Finally, I broke the surface. Taking a deep breath, and treading water as best as I could, I struck for shore. The blood rushed in my ears and my head felt light, but as my arms slapped the surface, I hit sand. Trying to get a grip, I hauled myself upwards, until I could sit upright on the sand.
I had survived. My clothes clung to my body in curves I didn't know I had, and my hair was stuck to my face. My chest was tight, my head dizzy and I was slowly loosing circulation in my legs.
Far off down the beach was a wooden cabin, the trees behind it leading into a woodland area. I was far from home, and seeing him was becoming a much more difficult task. Finding a sharp shell, I cut through the cord on my ankles, and managed to stand on wobbly legs. I was like Bambi as I staggered along the beach, making deep footsteps. The cabin seemed to get further away, but my feet hit the planks of wood on the cabin's front steps.
I hauled myself upright and pushed open the door. White light flooded my eyes -
"She's stable. Let's get her into ICU."
"Will she be alright, doctor?"
"She's a fighter, your daughter. She'll come around properly in no time. Then we'll learn more about the accident."
COPYRIGHT - ZOE ADAMS (2014)
Currently reading: A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Heaven Or, How I Made Peace With The Paranormal and Stigmatized Zealots and Cynics in The Process by Corey Taylor
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