I Shouldn’t Be Here….

I shouldn’t be here right now. What was once life… should have met with death. Yet, here I am, breathing in the air around me. Full of life.

Well, maybe not full of life, I can’t really say… but there is plenty of life left inside of me. Enough to keep me going each day it seems. — Even after the days should have stopped coming.

I don’t know why I’m still here. I’m not sure what I’m missing. I’m not so important that it makes sense for me to continue breathing while others have stopped. What am I missing?

I’m just a lone writer. So why have I been spared? How temporary is it? What happens next?

Should I fear death around every corner? I’m not certain I’m capable of that. I’ve never been one to fear the inevitable. Death takes us all. Or perhaps, should I feel on edge? Paranoid, even? — Do I dare hope that there is a lot of life left in me? — I feel that maybe that is what’s to be feared here. — The loss of hope…. If I should choose to let myself go to such a place.

I certainly won’t sit around and wait for the end, that much I know. Until it arrives, I’ll search to the ends of the Earth for the answers…. and then I’ll make the time to write them down for the world to read.

The life of the writer, whose life should have ended, but instead.. it began again. — If life is refusing to give up on me… then I will join with it in the fight against death. — & I won’t stop until I’ve found the answers.

Writing Challenge:

At birth, everyone has the date they will die tattooed on their arm. — You were supposed to die yesterday.

-Heather! 🙂

What Will It Be?

Writing Challenge: If you were forced to spend the rest of your life in a library, a museum, or a zoo, which one would you choose and why?

Easiest decision ever. Library.

I don’t even really have to think about that one.

I love museums, I’m a huge history buff. The zoo is a really cool place, I enjoy going.  Library’s though… those are amazing.

While at the library, I can easily read books about history, animals, and anything else that my heart desires. And boy does my heart desire books, Lol.

There is not a place that I can’t go while at the library. Anywhere, anything… it’s up for grabs.

I can go back in time, I can go to the future, or I can simply stay in the present & spend time experiencing millions of amazing & diverse moments.

I can go to so many different lands of imagination… from stories that take place in completely fictional worlds, realms, and universes to stories that are grounded in today’s reality.

Books hold more than just mere words strung together to form sentences, paragraphs, and pages. — They are full of life and character. You can go so many places, experience so many wonders, and enjoy every moment of it. — There’s nothing like it. — Simply put, there is nothing like getting lost in a book. — It is it’s very own perfection.

I am always baffled when someone says they don’t like reading. I’m thinking to myself, how in the world could you not? Lol!
So….  the library it is for me! 🙂

Red Warning Lights…

Red warning lights flashed on the dashboard. I wasn’t sure what they meant. So many were going off at the same time that I found it to be rather overwhelming. Which isn’t saying much considering how often I find myself feeling overwhelmed these days. — I did the only thing that made sense at the time. I got out of the car, walked a couple of miles down the road, looked for any sign of civilization, and then when I didn’t find any I turned around & went back to my car.

So there I sat. In my car, on a deserted road, with no cell phone coverage. — Just what I needed.

As that thought crossed my mind I finally saw a black car come into view over the hill-top behind me. Relief swept through me. About time.

As the car pulled up alongside me, a woman rolled the passenger window down, she and the man with her looked to be in their mid-fifties.

“Any way we could be of help to you sweetie?”she asked warmly. She seemed kind. Almost like Nell, my old next door neighbor. The kindest lady I’d ever met to date. That’s who she reminded me of. Nell.

“Actually, yeah, do you guys know how far I am from the next town?” I asked, taking the chance that they might be from around here or at least know where here is exactly.

The lady smiled real big & her face lite up. “Oh yeah, about 12 miles from here. We actually live not far from the main red light in town. We’d be happy to give you a lift if you need it. There aren’t many houses between here & there.”

“It wouldn’t be out of our way and we’d hate to leave you stranded,” her companion added, “we have daughters & I’d want someone to share the same kindness with them.”

I hesitated for a moment, maybe two, or it could have been ten. I contemplated the risks. These people could be psycho. I’ve seen the movies, heard the stories, watched the news. It’s not that far-fetched.

I weighted my options, asked a question or two more (mostly about their daughters & the kind of town that was up ahead,) It really wasn’t a hard decision considering.

“Sure! I’d really appreciate it and it beats being stranded here over night.” Because I really had to face it, the sun would be going down soon. Who knows what kind of person could happen upon me if I camp out in my car.

“Great!” she said brightly. As her husband got out of the car & opened the door for me, I grabbed a few of my things from my car & got in.

It was the last thing they ever did. — Just like it was with Nell all those years ago, proof that kindness can get you killed.

— Writing Challenge: Start a sentence with “Red warning lights flashed on the dashboard.” —

I am almost proud of this story. I was so excited when I typed the last few lines. — However I feel that fading…

Was it predictable? I don’t know. Was it the ending everyone saw coming? I don’t know. — I didn’t see it coming until I got to the last two lines & wrote it! — So hopefully neither did anyone else. 🙂

-heather!

There Were Three of Them…

There were three of them.

She knew it, but she couldn’t prove it. There were three of them there that night. She only heard two voices… but she knew the third man was there. — Because she knew him & she knew it was a meeting he wouldn’t miss. — She could feel it in the air.

Three days later and now two men are dead… and she can’t prove the third one is responsible… because she can’t prove he was there. Now she has to decide… does she tell someone what she knows? Or should she just keep quiet? Because just like two men are dead & his presence can’t be proven… she would be next, and no one would be able to prove it was him.

But she knows he was there.

She knows there were three of them.

—–  Write a story that starts with the line, “There were three of them.” —–

Haha… I tried! This is my second attempt at a little writing challenge fun. — It is a little tougher than I thought it’d be, Lol.

If this story makes absolutely no sense to you…. at least give me some credit for starting AND finishing it with, “there were three of them.” Lol. 🙂

-Heather!