“Ow!! Ow, ow, Shit, Ow!”
Beckett shook out his throbbing hand, the fingers pulsing and he could already see the bruise coming up on the knuckles that had made contact.
Meanwhile, his former best friend he’d hit was standing in front of him, staring at him, total deadpan look on his face.
“Why do you look completely unaffected.”
Damien shrugged, “I’m not completely human anymore. Remember that next time you want to punch me in the face.”
“What do you mean, you’re not human anymore. You sure look it to me. Except the unaffected by being punched in the face and breaking my fist with your face parts.”
“I said completely human. And don’t try to fool me, you made me this way.”
Beckett didn’t bother hiding the baffled look on his face, “What do you mean, I made you that way? I haven’t seen you in three years! You just up and vanished that summer after high school!”
“After you abandoned me! We were supposed to take a gap year, head out that summer and you never freaking showed!”
“My Mother got sick, I told you we needed to wait a few weeks. But when I showed up to the meeting place, you never showed! I learned later you were long gone!”
“What do you mean, you told me you needed to wait? I never got any message. I sent you a message telling I was leaving since you’d decided to back out.”
“I never got that message. What do you mean, you never got my message. You sent me a reply telling me it was fine!”
“That wasn’t me since I never got your first message.”
Beckett could see in Damien’s brown eyes he was telling the truth.
“Who interfered then, and why? And I still don’t understand how I made you ‘not completely human.'”
Before Damien could respond, another person entered the room.
They raised a gun towards Beckett, “Sorry, but you know too much.”
As the gun fired, Beckett braced himself for the hit as there wasn’t time to dodge.
But the next thing he knew, his back was slamming to the floor, head hitting moments later as Damien slammed into him. The two consecutive hits caused him to black out.
When Beckett came to, he was slung over Damien’s shoulder, bouncing and jostling as Damien kept running through the forest Beckett remembered coming through before he’d been knocked out and woke up with Damien earlier.
“Wh-Where are we?”
“I don’t know.”
That’s all for now. I may write more for Beckett and Damien later. After all, Where are they going? What happened to Damien that a punch no longer affects him, he’s faster than a bullet and can carry Beckett like he’s a sack of flour?
‘Til Next Time, Friends!
“You just broke protocol number five-twenty!”
“Seriously?! We’re trying to cheat death and you’re worried about protocol?!”
“Well, pardon me for trying to keep us out of jail if we survive this!”
Anya paused to catch her breath and jabbed her finger in her friend Melanie’s face, “No if! Only when! If you let yourself think in terms of ‘IF’, we won’t survive. And who cares about jail right now!”
Before the other brunette woman could comment, they both stopped breathing when they heard footsteps coming down the hall they’d just come from.
Without speaking, it was agreed that they needed to keep moving.
Protocols or no protocols, the main mission right now was to survive and get their prize out of these walls. If they didn’t get this paperwork to their higher-ups, there would be thousands of people who paid the price.
They waited until the footsteps had faded, Anya peering out once it was quiet for a few moments. Seeing nothing, she dashed down the hall, Melanie on her heels.
Anya kept her eyes peeled for any signs of whoever the footsteps had belonged to or one of their buddies. There was nothing. It was as if they’d vanished into thin air.
Finally, the door to their freedom came into sight. Melanie hesitated long enough to put a little distance between her and Anya, worried about how easy this escape had suddenly become.
That paranoia saved her life.
Anya ran full-tilt towards the door, never seeing the ax wielded by one of the guards they’d been avoiding come around the corner of the last hall before the door. Her head was removed from her shoulders before she had a chance to realize her death was imminent.
Melanie, who was, fortunately, carrying the paperwork in the first place with her protocol obsession, dodged under the ax. She kept running, slamming into the door, praying it wasn’t locked.
Someone up above was looking out for her as she burst out the door, narrowly avoided falling down the stairs leading down from it, and bolted for the dilapidated fence that surrounded a deceiving broken down laboratory. She vanished into the woods surrounding the lab producing the gas currently poisoning hundreds of her fellow humans.
Melanie didn’t let herself stop to think about what had happened to Anya, what must’ve happened to the others, what could happen to her, she focused her mind and adrenaline on making sure their mission didn’t fail.
Only once she’d managed to make it back to headquarters and pass over the paperwork detailing the poison and antidote did she let herself break down. Five had gone into the lab, only one had come out.
Things will get back to normal around here, I promise. It’s all in a flux, as I’m sure many of you are experiencing yourselves, due to Covid-19.
Without anymore delay, here is this week’s short tale.
Sunny stood stock still, staring at the scene of destruction, blue eyes wide in shock. She wasn’t alone.
When she’d left the school library the night before, it’d been the usual quiet room, occasional page turning, pen scratching, not many students with it being so late as she’d left just shortly before closing, thanks to the stupid paper she’d had due today.
Now, however, it was the completely opposite. Books were tumbled all over the floor, no one sure if any were ripped but certain spines had been broken. Bookshelves fallen over leaning on one another or were in pieces. Key boards were dangling from the computer station, mice mysteriously missing, computers screens either snow-screened or completely smashed. The resource desk had been turned upside down, computer smashed and paperwork surrounding it on the floor. All of the inspirational posters had either been defaced or were ripped off, leaving only the pinned corners as evidence they’d been there. Spray painted across the back wall of the library, ruining the recently painted mural was the words, ‘Give Up, Nerds & Losers!!’
No one had any idea who could do something like this. Even the known bullies wouldn’t be so cruel as all the students depended on the library and the slackers wouldn’t interfere with the nerds and geeks doing their homework for them.
It wasn’t long before it was all over school, classmates who’d been able to see the library before it had been closed off from them sharing pictures they’d snapped on their phones.
Only one person had an idea of who might’ve done this. Without anyone noticing, not that many of her classmates knew she existed; Lizzie slipped down to the basement of the school.
It didn’t take her much effort to find her only friend where she knew she’d be. When they weren’t in class, Emma could be counted on to be found down here. Students weren’t normally allowed down here but Emma was tight with the janitorial staff of the school who let her in anywhere she wanted.
Emma was lounging on her couch she’d gotten from who knows where, Emma had a odd ability to do things most couldn’t, and Lizzie sat on the not-matching chair, studying her friend.
She eventually returned the stare, “What?”
“Why did you do that?”
Lizzie was puzzled, of course Emma would know what she was talking about but what spite was she referring to.
“Spite for who?”
Emma waved her hand lazily towards above them, “All of them.”
“Who’s they? What did they do to you? I know you don’t have any other friends but I thought you didn’t care since you weren’t planning on hanging around here after high school anyway?”
“They is our entire class and no, I don’t care about their treatment of me. But I do care about their treatment of you.”
“Didn’t you just tell me about Miss So Popular Sunny making fun of you for always studying yesterday?”
“Well, yes, bu-”
“And didn’t Bella and her friends just push you around in the bathroom yesterday, soaking your new sweater and ruining it?”
“And don’t tell me that bruise on your cheek last week came from running into a door. We both know it came from Daniels and his friends throwing that stupid soccer ball around and not caring that they hit you.”
Lizzie winced, “Well, yes. But why the library?”
“Everyone depends on it. Without it, none of them will have any idea of how to do their homework or study, even the nerds. IT’s like none of them have ever heard of the public library. ‘Sides, the library is just the start.”
“Oh, yeah. Just wait…”
“What if they catch you? Everyone’s going to be watching like eagles.”
“No worries. Everything else is already set up. It’ll just take time for it all to be discovered. There’s no way for them to link it to either of us. And if they do, I’ll take the rap. I don’t care if I get my G.E.D. instead of a diploma. You’re on track to become valedictorian and leave them in the dust. In a week, none of them will be able to touch you but they shouldn’t get off Scot-free for their treatment of you all these years.”
Knowing how stubborn Emma could be; after all, it was why they were friends as Emma had refused to give up making a friend out of Lizzie four years previous. Lizzie knew there was no way she could convince Emma to give up on her sudden revenge scheme.
“Well, it’s time for class. Shall we?”
Emma rolled to her feet, grabbing her backpack even as Lizzie stood, primly dusting off her jeans and shirt, “I suppose.”
-Fin (For Now)
Well, that’s all for now. I may write more on Emma and Lizzie, maybe some more of what Emma has planned. No doubt, Sunny, Bella and Daniels are about to get their comeuppance. But hopefully, none that would come back to bite Emma or Lizzie.
‘Til Next Time, Friends!
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Well… What’s that quote about best plans? “The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. No matter how carefully a project is planned, something may still go wrong with it.” Yeah, that pretty much happened to me this week. I had a full week of posts that I was going to put up, especially as I’m currently home due to the Covid-19 virus cutting down on my business as few people are traveling. However, Microsoft decided to update my Edge, which was my primary browser, WITHOUT asking me first and lost every single one of my favorites and saved bookmarks. As such, I’ve had to spend the last few days, off and on, restoring all of my favorites from my older computer to Chrome on my new computer that I use for everything and try to remember other favorites I’d saved in the two years since I got my new computer. With the favorites, went the site for this blog and Canva and all my resources so I had to restore those. Needless to say, I am not happy with Microsoft right now. I’ve changed back to Chrome, which is what I used on my old laptop as it’s a Vista while I was using Edge on my new laptop as it’s Windows 10. I stopped using my old laptop for anything but writing as the software was continually becoming outdated.
However, as I don’t have many pet sitting jobs right now, I’ll have time to be posting so look forward to that. I’ve got some planned that I will be writing.
But as I don’t have many pet-sitting jobs right now and my roommate is currently working from home as her job sent her and as many coworkers as they could to work at home rather than the offices, this is taking a little getting used to as we only have one office that we’re currently sharing. We’re finding our groove though. It’s just taking some time as her work demands a lot of phone calls while mine, outside of Paula’s Pet Paradise, requires a lot of moving around for me for the baking, crafting, writing, and the like.
Now, we’re get onto the writing prompts for this week that I’m sure is why you’re here. Friday, provided I get everything back together, I’ll have a travel post for you from my trip back in September. Yes, I know. It’s been ages since that trip but I hadn’t had time to sit down, download the pictures, organize them and write about it. Well, I certainly have the time now and since there’s little traveling going on, this will give us inspiration once Covid-19 passes and we’re leaving our homes once more. We will get past this, we just need to stick together, metaphorically speaking at least since social distancing is currently the thing, and power through just like we’ve survived other disasters.
Have fun! I added in an extra one to make up for lack of posts this week and for extra inspiration fitting the extra time a lot of us have.
Stay Safe and Stay Healthy!
‘Til Next Time!
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Hey, ya’ll! Sorry about my absence. The first week was a crazy week where I was doing a special job that required all of my attention for the first half and the second half, I arrived at a another job only to learn that I had no internet. (Who lives like that these days??) Last week went by in a blink before I realized it and this week, I’m not feeling the greatest. (No worries, no viruses here)
However, I promise next week will be back to normal. I have a special Tasty Tuesday and DIY Thursday planned.
Without further ado, here is this week’s Wednesday Writing Prompts.
I’d love to see what you do with some of these prompts. Please feel free to comment below or over at Simply Paradise & Haven’s Facebook community.
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Hey, ya’ll! Here are your weekly writing prompts, the last ones with a romantic theme. I don’t have long now but I will explain later the lack of posts this week.
Personally, I would take the first prompt from the point of view of a person who’s love is not returned. But I’d love to know how you see it.
‘Til Next Time!
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Here are your weekly writing prompts, still in the theme of romance.
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Silence fell over the group of friends.
Finally, Anna asked, “What did you ask again, Twyla?”
“I asked what is love? In your own perspective, what is love?”
Owen answered, “Painful but worth it.”
Lila responded, “A roller coaster ride.”
Michael hesitated but voiced, “never-ending.”
“An emotional minefield.”
Anna received several nods of consideration with her answer but it was Skye’s answer that cast silence over the friends once more.
“Love is a neurochemical con job.”
Skye could see wheels turning in Owen and Anna’s minds, Lila and Michael opened their mouths a couple of times, clearly trying to come up with a response.
Twyla blinked, looking at Skye’s deadpan face, clearly she meant what she said.
Michael finally asked, “A neurochemical con job? Uh, wanna explain that?”
“Love is all in the mind, making it a neurochemical process. It’s not real, despite what media wants you to believe. It’s something our minds fool us into believing so we’ll believe we’re happy depending on other people. Honestly, we’re all independent humans, just as humanity is. As such, it’s a con job, only instead of a person being the conman(woman); it’s our own brain.”
No one honestly knew how to respond to that but it was clear Skye truly believed her own words.
Anna finally mustered, “How do you explain the love between a mother and child, between friends?”
“That isn’t love. That’s affection that convinces a mother to care for a helpless child and the child shares the affection as the mother is caring for it. Friendship is simply a bond between packmates that support one another. Humans aren’t that far departed from animal-kind after all.”
Owen finally decided to change the subject before they ventured into anything more dangerous.
“Anyone want to see a movie?”
Now of course Skye’s perception of love isn’t my personal viewpoint on love. But it was quite interesting writing from the point of view of such an anti-love character. Kinda makes you wonder why she’s so anti-love, doesn’t it?
‘Til Next Time!
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I just wanted to drop in and wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day!
Have a good day, ya’ll!
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