Barbed wire fence by Erin

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Barbed wire fences

Guards at defences

I am

caged in

more deaths at the bell

I'm living in hell

I don't even know what

day it is

I scream

I cry

I love

and I lie

but I'm trapped behind this

barbed wire fience

I long for the feel

of freedom and laughter

Green fields

and then after

sleeping in my own bed

But still I'm trapped

It's not long til I snap

But I'm trapped behind this

Barbed wire fence



"Going, Going, Gone" by Rachel

http://brokenheartsanonymous.files.wordpress.com/

Eaten up by illness,

To be diseased is one thing,

Slowly being consumed

by your demise is another.

I fear the mistakes I made dug my grave

but the price must be paid for my

fault.

misapprehension, misconception, miscalculation.

I'm in a state of abnormality,

a state of deadly affliction.

Will I ever escape my aberration?

All I know is-

-Peace, pleace has found me,

lying here, no longer ailed,

no longer pained, but free.

 

Everything Gone, by Erin

Writing prompt for our 3.8.13 meeting: http://writingprompts.tumblr.com/image/41756205331

The helmet on my head is heavy, but I can hardly feel it -- or anything, that for that matter. It feels as if my whole body has gone completely numb, and I am alone, alone on this bench, alone in my mind, alone on this planet.

The words the woman had spoken still reverberated around my head, even though it had been hours since I had talked with her and the committee. She hadn't been very pretty, whith her stiff, straw-like brown hair rolled up in a bun and her midnight-black glasses perched precariously on the edge of her nose.

She had been holding a clipboard, and tapping her pencil against it, so little clicking noises had filled the air.

Click.
Click.
Click.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Barton," she had said, staring at me with narrowed, dark brown eyes. "As much as we appreciate your -- erm... enthusiasm on the matter, you have not qualified to be an astronaut on Mission 1.07V6 to the moon."

I had said nothing, politely nodded, and exited the room as chills of horror swept throughout my whole body.

My entire childhood... gone.

Memories flashed through my mind -- me as a five year old boy, dancing throughout the house in my Halloween astronaut costume. Me as a twelve year old, steadily watching every documentary I could about space, astronatus, spaceships, anything. Posters of these subjects lined my bedroom.

One day, as an 18 year old, I had received a letter telling I had qualified for examination of Exploration 1.07V6. I had been so excited I had even garbed in an astronaut suit to wow the judges. And now, here I was on this bench, my head low, my spirits sinking.

My childhood: gone.
My dream: gone.
Everything: gone.
I place my face in my hands and sigh.
Gone.

Never and Always the End by Ben

photo by Mikko Lagerstetd

The world was straight. But it appeared to me to be moving in all directions across all dimnsions. I fell to my knees, gasping as I saw the words flash before my eyes, living and writhing. "The End." Everything went black.

And then I was back at the beginning. My head had cleared. That was the cruelest part. Every time I began the journey through my story, my story, I could remember every bit of agony and sorrow from the last time I completed my travels for the thriller I had written. I had tried to make the book end at the beginning and begin at the end. The End. The first words I had written. Somehow I was then pulled into a story my words wrote for me. An agonizing, bone-chilling thriller. The final chapters were worse that all the pain and suffering on all of planet Earth. Not that I would ever see it again. I knew the story would move forward, eventually to Chapter 23, but for now I sat down to sob into my arms. After all, it was part of the story.

The Cliff

picture by Saffron Blaze

Prompt: Write a story that begins or ends with "everything went black."

The 2,000 foot walk to the top was treacherous enough without having to jump back down. The mountain was more like a mural of 15 foot tall knives.  I should not have let my mom talk me into this. "It will relieve stress," she said. "It will be fun," she said. Ok, let's get this over with.  I couldn't walk back down to save my life. I tried to stall as long as I could; kicking rocks, drinking water, adjusting my parachute. I wasn't fooling anyone. I jumped. Everything went black.

Reality by Shilo

Prompt: Write a story that starts or ends with "everything went black."

My heart pounds as I try to grasp the reality of what just happened. The blood pools at my feet. But it's not mine. Just a few seconds earlier I had been running home from school. Who knew I would come home to this? I hear a door slam but don't register what it means; I'm too wrapped up in my misery. A sharp scraping noise next, and I'm snapped back to reality. I fall to my knees, but this time, the blood is mine. Then, everything went black.

A Hole in the Wall by Haley

photo from http://farmerwife.blogspot.com

Prompt: Write a story that includes a balloon, smoke, and a keyhole.

"That's our new house" says my dad. "We're finally here." I look up at the old mansion we will now be living in, with it's assortment of vining plants growing up the sides, brown lawns, dead trees, cracked paint, and broken windows.  "Yup, this certainly feels like home" I say, "I'm so glad I left all my friends in Washington to move here." "Now sweetie, I know you don't like but we had to move here for your dad's work. So you're just going to have to get used to this old place" says my mom. "Old is right" I reply, and with that I pick up a box and head for the door. I notice a deflated green balloon hanging from some bushes, why did we have to move to this dump? I head up to my room, put the box down and look around. It's a really big room with two chandeliers hanging at least twenty feet above my head, and a walk in closet as big as my old room. Then I see something so out of place I jump sky high. It's a little trail of smoke coming out of a tiny hole in the wall. No, not a hole, a keyhole. Then I see the outline of a door. Why is there smoke coming out of a keyhole? Why is there a door in my closet? I hear a small pop,the scuffling of many pairs of feet, then the smoke is gone. I look into the keyhole and am met with the strangest sight I have ever seen in a closet. There are what I can only describe as faeries but really they aren't because they are my height and taller. Not only that but there are several other creatures I don't have a name for and a forest as far as the eye can see. I lean forward and...the door falls open and I am dumped into a pond.

To be continued...