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Raindrop (suggested by Brownie)


It all happened so fast... One second they were having such a fun time, laughing and smiling, then the next they were hanging upside down, bruised and bloody. No one ever thought this could really happen to them. No one ever thought it was that dangerous. No one ever thought all but one would die that day.

Lisa sat on her bed, staring out her open window at the field of tall grasses and wild flowers outside, just beyond the small backyard. Her hand stayed near her chest, fingers absentmindedly spinning her necklace charm back and forth. She didn't even turn when the door to her bedroom opened and her mother poked her head in.

"Dinner's ready, if you want any," the taller woman said with a soft, gentle tone. She knew very well what today was, and she felt for her daughter.

"No," Lisa answered in a quiet mutter, her fingers still playing with the necklace, no also lacing the cord temporarily between her fingers only to pull them away and do it again. All the while her green eyes stared out the window at the tall weeds swaying lazily in the breeze, rain starting to fall with droplets splattering the window.

Her mother sighed and walked in, shutting the door behind her. She walked over to the bed and sat beside her daughter, hands in her lap. "It's been a year already," she uttered, trying to be careful not to trigger her daughter of that traumatic day. "I know it hurts, dear."

"It wasn't supposed to happen," Lisa muttered, her head bowing and sending golden blonde locks down like the curtain of a play that had just ended.

"No one ever means for these things to happen. It wasn't your fault, or your any of friends'. The other guy wasn't paying attention when he hit you. Don't blame yourself."

"I don't," the girl muttered, her fingers never leaving the necklace. "I just miss them." Her voice sounded so void of emotion, despite her words. She had grown numb to the pain by now, the pain of losing her three closest friends all in one day - in seconds.

Her mother was silent for a moment, then noticed her wrist moving from behind the curtain of hair; she knew what she was doing. "They're always with you. Don't forget that." She leaned over and gave her depressed daughter a hug, holding her in the warmth of her embrace for several seconds before letting go and standing up. "Come down to eat whenever you feel like it." With that, the woman left.

Lisa sighed a shaky sigh, her body straining to hold back tears. She lifted up the necklace, holding the charm up in front of the window, rain now bashing the window behind it. It was raining that day, too. How ironic that this raindrop charm was her birthday present that day.



Murderer (suggested by petewentztheemogod)


Sirens blared behind me, and the sound of the police yelling echoed through the trees as I ran. My heart pounded against my ribs, blood rushing into my ears until it drowned almost everything else out. My lungs already screamed for me to stop, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

The uneven ground made it hard to run, my feet stumbling at each bump and nearly tripping over roots. Twigs snapped loudly underfoot; sometimes it seemed that the blood in my ears died down enough for the snap to sound like a sonic boom, or maybe I was just so scared of being caught.

I ran and ran, splashing through streams, and dodging between trees until I finally came to a river. I hauled at back, almost plunging into the cool waters involuntarily because of my speed before the sudden stop. Turning back, I still heard them behind me, and they had dogs now. I looked back to the river, its strong current raging just a few feet below me. They were getting closer, I had no choice. I jumped, holding me nose and shutting my eyes tight.

The water came as a shock while it surged around me and engulfed my whole body like I was nothing. It was colder than expected, and I froze, muscles tense until I realized it was tossing me about like a sock in a washing machine, spinning me around and around violently.

I stretched out my arms and kicked my legs, praying that I was swimming for the surface. Thankfully, my head soon broke the water tension and I was able to gasp in a breath of air before I was pulled under again. The same process was repeated several times before I was able to grab a tree root which was overhanging the small embankment on the other side, way downstream. I hauled myself out of the water, muscles raging and aching like heck.

Collapsing on the bank, I huffed, inhaling and exhaling large gulps of fresh air with some sputtering coughs mixed in. I rolled onto my back and looked up at the breaking sky between the looming tree's leaves.

Who would have thought this would all happen to me? I tried so hard to be a good man. I helped old women with their groceries, I was always so polite, I saved people's lives by performing surgeries! But now, the blood on my clothes wasn't from a typical surgery.

I frowned and sat up, still panting, but I had to keep going. My whole body shook with fear - and perhaps exhaustion - as I pulled off the previously blue shirt, which now was stained with red, and tossed it into the water. I did the same with my pants as well, leaving me in only my boxer shorts and soaked shoes.

Turning away from the river, I walked through the forest, deeper into the trees. I could never go back to my home, or family, or job. I could never continue the life I was living as successful and happy surgeon, all because he had to break into my house. I didn't mean for it to happen. My finger slipped, and then he was on the floor in a puddle of blood, crimson splattered everywhere else, too. He was only a kid, 16 at the most, but he threatened my either year old daughter and she screamed. Her pink room wasn't so pink after that.

But it all wasn't fair. It wasn't supposed t happen. Who would have thought he'd pick my house, my daughter's room, to rob first? Who would have thought my finger would have slipped? Who would have thought I'd be so scared that I'd run as my neighbors called the police? Who would have thought I'd be labeled a murderer?



Spinning (suggested by StarryDreamer)


Everything was a blur as the force pulled me from my safety, but I clung tightly to the metal pipe in my hands. Soon, I had my legs and arms wrapped around it, holding on for dear life. Everything around me was a mix of blurred colors, mostly greens and blues. Only my younger brother - younger by a year - who was with me on this horrible journey was clearly visible and not like water color splashed on a canvas.

I looked to him, still gripping the metal rod as tight as I could. "Please make it stop," I begged him, my stomach churning; I felt like I was going to be sick and throw up. In fact, I was going to throw up soon. I just knew that I would if this didn't stop.

"I can't," my brother said back with a small frown, he, too, clinging to a metal pole.

My heart pounded hard against my chest; I was so scared. How could this happen to a little girl like me? I was only eight, and it felt like I was going to die if I let go of this pole, the one thing keeping me safe as an invisible force gripped me in its nasty claws, tugging at my little red dress and long, brown hair.

Finally, I noticed the force start to weaken, and hope filled my little body that it might be over, but it just happened again, growing strong before it weakened enough for my brother and I to escape. The force was relentless, and the contents of my stomach were so close to seeing the light outside.

I began to cry, tears streaming down my face but quickly pulled away by the force, creating oddly bent trickles of moisture. I cred loudly, screaming as the world spun around me until it suddenly slowed at a drastic pace, then finally stopped.

Instantly, I threw myself away from the death trap and vomited in the grass, my head still spinning and eyes desperately trying to catch up with the world. I frowned at the one who caused this all with tears still streaming down my face. "I'm telling mom!" I yelled. That was the last day I went with my older brother to the playground.

Raindrop

Raindrop



It all happened so fast... One second they were having such a fun time, laughing and smiling, then the next they were hanging upside down, bruised and bloody. No one ever thought this could really happen to them. No one ever thought it was that dangerous. No one ever thought all but one would die that day.


Lisa sat on her bed, staring out her open window at the field of tall grasses and wild flowers outside, just beyond the small backyard. Her hand stayed near her chest, fingers absentmindedly spinning her necklace charm back and forth. She didn't even turn when the door to her bedroom opened and her mother poked her head in.


"Dinner's ready, if you want any," the taller woman said with a soft, gentle tone. She knew very well what today was, and she felt for her daughter.


"No," Lisa answered in a quiet mutter, her fingers still playing with the necklace, no also lacing the cord temporarily between her fingers only to pull them away and do it again. All the while her green eyes stared out the window at the tall weeds swaying lazily in the breeze, rain starting to fall with droplets splattering the window.


Her mother sighed and walked in, shutting the door behind her. She walked over to the bed and sat beside her daughter, hands in her lap. "It's been a year already," she uttered, trying to be careful not to trigger her daughter of that traumatic day. "I know it hurts, dear."


"It wasn't supposed to happen," Lisa muttered, her head bowing and sending golden blonde locks down like the curtain of a play that had just ended.


"No one ever means for these things to happen. It wasn't your fault, or your any of friends'. The other guy wasn't paying attention when he hit you. Don't blame yourself."


"I don't," the girl muttered, her fingers never leaving the necklace. "I just miss them." Her voice sounded so void of emotion, despite her words. She had grown numb to the pain by now, the pain of losing her three closest friends all in one day - in seconds.


Her mother was silent for a moment, then noticed her wrist moving from behind the curtain of hair; she knew what she was doing. "They're always with you. Don't forget that." She leaned over and gave her depressed daughter a hug, holding her in the warmth of her embrace for several seconds before letting go and standing up. "Come down to eat whenever you feel like it." With that, the woman left.


Lisa sighed a shaky sigh, her body straining to hold back tears. She lifted up the necklace, holding the charm up in front of the window, rain now bashing the window behind it. It was raining that day, too. How ironic that this raindrop charm was her birthday present that day.

Umm... what about spinning or twirl?

Please tell me what you guys think, too ^^ I want to know if my writing is any good since I'm practicing.

Phoenix

Pusheen.

Frigid

Pheonix


"Don't worry, you'll find another job soon. They don't know what a mistake they just made." The words of my girlfriend penetrated my thoughts of horror and grief.

I looked up at her, her green eyes looking at me softly with agonizing sympathy. I didn't need sympathy. I knew she cared and only wanted to help, but this was just too devastating for me. Nothing she could do would make me feel better.

"Come on, why don't we go to the movies or something? That will cheer you up, won't it? I know you've been wanting to see that one horror film for some time, and it's finally in theaters," she suggested with a happy smile plastered on her face and enthusiasm swimming in her voice.

I shook my head. "Go ahead. I just want to stay here and think for a little while," I replied, not bothering to hide my sorrow. It's not like I could anyway, with my hands holding up my head as I slumped forward, barely even sitting on the bed anymore. I looked back down at the tan carpet floor.


My girlfriend sighed lightly and placed a hand on my back, rubbing just a little for the slightest bit of last-ditch-effort-comfort. "Alright. I'll be back in a little while. But don't beat yourself up over this. It really wasn't your fault, you know?" With that, and gentle kiss to my cheek, she left.

I waited until I heard the car exit the gravel driveway and the engine rumble down the road before lying down on the soft sheets, closing my eyes to explore my mind. Years I have worked there...ten years, to be exact, and they lay me off because of some downsizing. I did everything so well, though. i followed the rules and worked hard, and they let me of all people go. Why not that guy who always broke things? Why not the one who only swore at everyone, or that teenager who only played on his phone half the time instead of doing his work? Why me?

No answers came to my mind. I felt so broken and empty, like all of my effort was for nothing or lost in a sea of endless, forgotten thoughts. It hurt so much to be let go of so easily. If the job I was so dedicated to could get rid me with such ease, then what else could leave me in an instant? My girlfriend? I prayed that would never happen. I loved her more than anything, and without her, I don't know what I would do.

Her and thoughts of self-loathing were all I could think about until I heard the car pull into the driveway again. I must have been lying there for hours. Next came the door's lock clicking and then the rattle of keys and the subtle creak of the hinges. She stepped inside and came right into the bedroom.

I stared at the ceiling as she walked over and then peered down at me, her face and torso looming over me in my peripheral vision. Soon, she joined me in the bed and hugged me close. "I know it hurts, Mike, but you can't stay like this. It's been two days now. I want you to be happy, and I know you want to be happy, but for that to happen you have to realize that it wasn't your fault. You only worked there longer, so they had to pay you more. That's it. You need to come back from this now." She buried her face into my chest. "I hate to see you so upset."

When I gave no response, she sat up and looked me right in the eyes, getting in my face so her nose touched mine but only just. "You need to know how amazing you really are. You're a hard worker and you accomplish anything you set your mind to." She paused. "Do you know what a phoenix is?"

I simply looked at her blurred, close up face and gave a curt, small nod.

"Be a phoenix. They are reborn from their own ashes. Consider this situation your ashes, now be reborn. You have an infinite amount of opportunities out there to get another job, one that you're good at and that pays better. With your resume, too, it won't be hard for you to find something. What have you always dreamed of doing? Now you can do it. You have that chance, Mike. Take it. Be the phoenix and come back to life. Be the man I fell in love with - be happy and energetic and stop moping around. I love you, and I'll do whatever I can to help you come back to life."

I don't know if it was her words or simply because she said it, but I felt the corners of my lips curve into a tiny smile. Reaching up, I caressed her perfect face with my hand, her smooth skin warm against my hand as I brushed her golden locks back. "For you, I would do anything."

Pusheen


The night was cold as I snuggled up into my multiple layers of sheets for bed. Outside, the wind whipped hard and smacked fat raindrops against the window, causing that definitive pitter-patter sound. I found it rather soothing though the elements raged.

In my hands, my phone lit up the small space around me, keeping the darkness of the rest of my room at bay. Facebook glowed on my screen, and my thumb scrolled down the page. Nothing but boring stories of how to cook or random, dumb video posts or pointless status updates that nobody really cared about.

Suddenly, a message popped up on the screen. It was my good friend. "Hey, still up?" it read.

I typed back the simple reply of, "Yeah." Out of curiosity, I glanced over at my clock, even though I could have easily looked a bit further up my screen for the time. 11:23 read the illuminated, red numbers.

"Cool," she said back. "I have fun news!"

"What is it?"

"I made a Facebook sticker!"

"Awesome!" I replied. "What's it look like?"

She sent me a picture of a small, brown dog - a corgi - with a heart on its butt and the butt wiggling. I couldn't help but laugh a little. "It's called 'Biscuit in Love.'"

"Oh, like after your corgi," I said in response. The little virtual dog really was cute, though. It kind of made me want to make a sticker or two for my favorite social media, but what would I possibly use?

As if to answer my thoughts, my cat jumped up onto my bed. His fat, gray body made its way over to beside my face then curled up. A light bulb went off in my head and I typed back to my friend, "I have some fun news, too."