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Your story or poem can be as long or as short as you want it to be. All four pieces below have to be used. Go wild.
The only thing is, you can’t kill your main character.
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Here are your story lines:
1. Subject of a medical experiment
2. Person with a devastating secret
3. If only what was said could be taken back
4. Particularly inconvenient phobia
After a long luke warm shower, Sarah wondered out to the little alley where the cars joined, setting on the steps watching endless miles of gravel go past. The comment the porter said rolled through her mind, ‘I’ve watched junkies act like this.’ Detoxing. He acted like one of her patients that was detoxing. What drug would affect a body like this one had? And for 12 years?
Orion really bothered her. Why had this affected her so? Time had allowed her to watch patience die but nothing compared to this. The youngest patient that she ever had to die was a three year old child. Though, she was sad that so young of a life was taken. She found consolation in the fact that the child hadn’t gotten too know life. Her heart bled for the parents. They gave life only to have it snatched away. But here was a life that needed to live. Outwardly he wanted to die; inwardly he struggled to live, as evident by the fight in her arms.
She didn’t feel a blanket being draped over her shoulders.
“You will catch your death sitting here.” The porter remarked kindly. He sat down beside of her.
“This wasn’t enclosed when I got on board.”
“No, they are retractable doors. They cut down on the noise.”
“Oh.”
“He’s still asleep.” The porter handed her a steaming mug. “Here.”
She held the warm mug in her trembling hands. “Hot chocolate,” she sipped.
“You don’t strike me as a coffee drinker.”
“Thank you.”
“You are most welcome.”
“What’s your name?”
“Josh.” There was a moment of silence between them. “No one has ever asked me my name before.”
“That is their loss.”
“I will gather your effects and have them cleaned.”
“There is no need for that.”
“It will be my pleasure.”
Josh smiled to himself. He looked up to see Orion standing in the door of the car, holding his finger over his mouth. Josh quietly got up. Orion took his seat.
Sarah was still lost. She leaned her head against the cold hard metal side of the train car.
“You will get your brains knocked out like that.”
“How do you feel?”
“Sore all over.”
The cup fell from her hands. She spun around standing up at the same time. “You scared the life out of me. I have never watched anyone in my care do that.” She was pointing into the car. The blanket was hanging from one shoulder, soaking up the liquid off the stairs. Anger flashed across her face, lingering in her eyes. “What was that? That scared the wits out of me. I have had patients die in my care before. I have had patients detox in my presents before. Nothing has affected me like that. What was that?” She screamed.
“That was me Sarah. That was me.”
“Well it scared me.”
“It scares me too.” He tried to smile, “you’re caring for me?”
“Whether you want me to or not; you’re ill and I’m a doctor. It’s what I do.”
He wouldn’t look at her. Couldn’t.
“You need rest,” she encouraged.
“Come with me.” His voice was pleading.
They went back inside the car. She covered him up, watching over him as he soon fell asleep.
I’ve listened to :
Back in the day, before apps, I tried on-line dating. I did meet someone and we dated for 3 years. It did not end well for a whole host of reasons. One being that he couldn’t deal with the fact I made more than he did. Now that I look back on that relationship, that was the least of our issues.
From that experience, I meet 4 men. Always in a public place that first time. For 3 of them that was the only time. From these, I swore off on-line dating.
My last relationship was 3 years long as well. It was a face to face meet. We worked (a side hustle) together. We tried to stay friends but that didn’t work well. For me.
I swore off relationships and I swore off love. But we humans aren’t designed that way.
A female co-worker of mine tells stories from her on-line dating experiences. They make me blush at the callousness of some of them. The standards set in media are alive and well.
Back to the face to face meeting someone? Next time you are out, look around you. Everyone is buried in their phones. Myself included. A person might as well hang a do not disturb sign around their neck. And if you do get to speak to someone, it’s almost like you’ve; a. smacked them in the face. Or b. you’re the creep of the century because you spoke to someone in public. 😳
I don’t do bars. They’ve just never appealed to me. I’m that weird person who thinks having a meal in a public setting is a social activity. Therefore, I don’t like eating alone.
What about church? Sue and Bill met a church. Yes, I’m a Christian and make no secret of that. Religion is just like politics, you have to be so very careful.
What about you? How did you meet your spouse? Have you tired on-line date? Got stories? 😉
I’d like to thank Nolcha FoxEditor Chewers by Masticadores, LatinosUSA and the team for publishing my review. Thank you 💕.
Sarah was drawn away from her book by the sound of gasping. She got up walking over to Orion. He was sweating profusely. From the bathroom, she retrieved a pan of water and a washcloth, kneeling beside of him, gently wiping his face.
“I’m so cold.” He shivered.
“You might be running a fever.”
The door creaked as the porter pushed on it. “Sorry. I just came to see if you needed anything.”
“Do you have any ice?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Will you bring me some?”
“At once.”
When he returned with the ice, Orion started shaking and groaning. The porter bent over near them pouring the ice in the pan.
“Will you bring me some more?”
Orion could no longer conceal his gasping.
“At once.”
The porter returned with more ice. “Is he going to throw up now?” The porter asked with great concern.
“Not yet.”
“I know this is not my place and forgive me for speaking out of turn but I have watched junkies on the street act like that.”
“As have I,” She thought that was strange, junkies indeed. “Go,” she encouraged. “I know the prince would be unhappy if you were in here when he is at his sickest. And thank you.” Her voice was kind and thoughtful.
“Will you be okay?”
“Yes, I will call if I need you.”
“I will be right outside the door.”
Orion had calmed down for the moment. She wiped his face again. He moaned.
The train jerked into motion. The sudden jolt knocked her backwards. As she caught herself, he violently raised up, just sitting on the seat. His eyes rolled backwards in their sockets. He pitched forward falling to the floor, on top of her. To her, he sounded like a cat trying to dislodge a hairball. She was too shocked to move. Suddenly, he threw up all over her. It was one small piece of chicken, two drinks of water and a stomach full of acid.
She got back to her knees, grabbing the blanket from around him to cover herself. She slid her left hand on his abdomen. Not only could she feel him quiver, but she could count all of his ribs. With each quivering motion, he hissed. The quivers turned into convulsions. He would conceal the groans best he could. They became so rapid that he could no longer hide his pain. She put her right hand on his shoulder.
He screamed.
“Orion?”
He tried to raise up, instead fell. His head fell on her chest. He continued to gag. She took her arm and slid it across his chest. The speed of the convulsions quickened. His head wobbled backwards. She got a good look at his face. It was rittled with pain. His mouth was an open vortex filled with inhuman noises.
He tried to speak but couldn’t. A scream escaped from him as the convulsions enveloped his entire body. His breath caught in his lungs; they burned.
In an instant he passed out. His lifeless body fell like a sack of clay in her arms.
“Orion,” she tried to shake him.
She couldn’t move him and panic struck her, crying out for help. The porter burst through the door.
“Help me. I can’t move him.”
With his help, they put Orion back on the seat and covered him up.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” She tried to smile. “A little wet.”
The porter lifted the window, “are you close to him?” She asked.
“No one is close to him my lady except his son; why ask?”
“I was going to ask you to help me clean him up.”
“I will help you.”
“If he gets upset over your assistance, direct his attention toward me.”
“I would not presume to do so.”
It took them the better part of an hour to clean up Orion’s mess.
My cousin and I have become accountability partners. Thanks to the help of Mr. Apple and being able to share information; we can see when we’ve completed workouts. She seems to be an early riser. While I grab spans of time where I can. I promised to keep doing the 3.1 miles per day until she gets to where she feels like she has more energy, then I will increase. This is helping keep my move goals on the straight and narrow.
One day; as I’m doing a 15 minute walk, I climbed and descended 3 flights of stairs. This has left lingering effects on my knees. Won’t be doing that again.
This whole process has really been a journey. Learning what works best for my body. Your journey will not look like mine. And it shouldn’t. Each of us are unique individuals. You might be training for a marathon. I’m not. You might want to be slim and trim. Right now, my goal is health. Avoiding those illnesses that I know run in my family. If I loose some weight in the process, yeah.
As far as food; with the holidays any food alterations are a challenging. If you have been following my weight loss journey, you already know I LOVE SUGAR. I will say that since I’ve been eating more protein, those cravings aren’t as bad. But the holidays bring out the treats. Gingerbread, cakes, cookies, pies, cheesecake 🤤. Oh and maybe a birthday cake or 2. 😂
It’s no secret that I’m a boredom eater. Getting rid of that knee jerk reaction of raiding the pantry when I’m bored is overwhelming. It kinda happened by accident, the protonix I’m now taking, you are supposed to wait an hour after you take it to eat. Taking it when I first get home from work, puts a damper on snacking before dinner.
Even before the protonix, I’ve been craving tortilla chips. Granny always said when you’re craving something there’s an ingredient in it your body needs. I figured it was just the salt; however, other salty snacks don’t cut it. Once a week, I will drink an LMNT. I don’t work out enough to where more than 1 a week feels warranted. But I can sure put a hurt on a bag of tortillas.
Since the beginning of January, I’ve increased my move goal to 3.5 miles per day. 🥳
Paramount Global owns the Star Trek franchise. This is a piece of fan fiction based on Star Trek the Next Generation.
More dreaming
“Look at you,” Data had returned to his dream. They were walking out of the kitchen. She stopped him, moonlight was pouring through the window. This is amazing. She traced the curves of his back with her hands.
“What is amazing?”
“You. The way light reflects off of you. You remind me of a piece of pyrite
glittering in the sun.
“Pyrite, is that not fools gold.”
“Yes.”
“Why fools gold?”
“Because you sure fooled me.” She giggled.
Her touch set him on fire. He caught his breath as she caressed his Gluteus Maximus muscles, gently squeezing him into frenzy. He spun around unwrapping her top.
“Never need to hide these from me.” He trailed kisses all over her.
“Wouldn’t it take the fun out of it if they were in your face all the time?”
“May I have the opportunity to find out?” She gasped, losing her balance. He caught her with his knee. “I never get tired.”
“That is one way to find out what you can remember,” she hissed. He guided her to the floor exploring her exposed frame with his tireless mouth. “I didn’t,” she screamed, smacking the floor with the palm of her hand. “Think you knew what you were doing?”
“I learn fast.” He repositioned her. She moaned with delight. “We can do this until I remember.”
“What makes you think I don’t require rest?” She dug her nails into his back.
“Trying to bring blood are you?” He bit her neck.
“When I do, you will be the second one to know.” She screamed again, lying motionless on the floor.
“You feel like a limp noodle.”
“All thanks to you. The key is going to be if you remember any of this in the morning.” She panted.
“If I do not, may we do it again? I like it.” He scooped her up, smiling.
She mustard a giggle, “what if you do remember this?”
“I still want to do it again.” He carried her off to the bedroom. Just before they made it to the bed she slid out of his arms violently pushing him onto the bed.
“Where did that come from?”
She growled, biting his lower lip, “call it my second wind.” She put a knee on each side of his waist, “have you ever wondered what being a horse feels like?”
“Call me Trigger.”
“Gettie up horsy or I’m going to shoot you and put you out of your misery.”
“Oh,” he gasped.
“Next time I am going to get me a pair of spurs and a whip. Yippee Kie Yah!” The rhythmic bouncing of her breasts was hypnotizing him. His eyes rolled back in his head. “I love being a horse.” He hissed before he passed out.
She started laughing, “I never need rest.” She teasingly mocked, laying down next to him.
He rolled over putting has arm around her. “Hi ho Silver, away.”
“Oh, you are rotten.”
“I know. But you love me anyway.”
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”
“I like feeling loved.”
“There is more to it than just the physical aspects.”
“I understand that. I will take the good with the bad, my love.” He started sobbing. All he could feel right now was sorrow. “Help me.”
The chimes to his quarters went off as he watched the stars fly by. “Come.”
Captain Picard entered, “How is our patient doing?” Picard asked.
“She is doing better. I am impressed with her progress.
“How are you doing?”
“I have no words to describe how I feel.”
“Would you like to try?”
Data offered Picard a chair, they both sat down. “I keep remembering what we had. Every time it is a different memory. I am sure Dr. Soong had a good reason for what he did. I theorize if he had not hid those memories, the villagers would have wiped them clean when the Crystal Entity came. But I feel,” he put his hand over his heart, “I feel empty, angry, hurt, every time I look at her I want to break down into tears. This hurts.
Picard leaned forward in his chair, “Data, I don’t have any great words of wisdom to tell you. I can tell you what we are always told is that it will get better with time. In your case, I think that might be true.”
“I know she is going to get well. It is a matter of time. I cannot help but feel,” he paused wanting to use the right word, “regret over so much.”
I think my YouTube channel might finally be getting some traction. It started out as a way to get videos of Cheekie viewable for my blog. It would be too cool if I could have just uploaded my clips from my phone. Then none of this would have ever happened. It stayed at 16 subscribers forever. Recently, it has began to move.
Everything about this process has been a learning experience. And I’m still learning. From WordPress to its evolution to JetPack, voice memos on my phone to iMovies, this is just part of it.
I’ve also learned that a good editor is worth every penny they make. I can’t afford one. Writing is the easy part.
Someone asked me about closed captions. Using iMovie, the video has to be edited frame by frame. The best I can do for now is put the poem in the description. As my knowledge increases, it would be cool to be able to add captions. Not 100% sure this can be done with the limited equipment I have.
As a writer, do you feel like it’s a good idea to put our work on platforms like YouTube and TicToc?
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