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A Fate Of Memories: Brenda Arledge Poetry Prompt Response 16 and 17


Alyssa is an avid reader, writer, and coffee enthusiast. She loves sharing thoughts, ideas, and creative writings with the world.


Hello again. As many of you know by now, Brenda generously provides us with a weekly word to help spark creativity. Fate and Memories were the prompts for weeks 16 and 17. As I was perusing Thoreau for an upcoming project, I was hit with an idea: Grief disguised as anger.

I immediately wrote:

I found myself in the throes of anger, resentment. Why? Forever the burning question, why?

It took me years to identify the truth. It wasn't actually anger, but grief.

For the simplest, but most important things.

It also sparked a development in a story idea that's been floating around in my brain for quite some time.

While I love the lines above, they just don't connect with the story. Instead, I decided to expand on them, creating a prose of sorts.

I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you Brenda!


Part I.

I've always held this deep-seated belief: I was destined for so much more. A greatness, an extraordinary fate was mine. I just never imagined what it entailed.

What is success?


Wealth beyond measure?


I wanted all of these things, and truth be told, so much more. But none of them would ever be found here, where personal business and family history is known by an entire population.

Dreams of grandeur haunted me in every waking moment. Staring out the window, down a long stone driveway, I could only imagine myself in a car waving goodbye.

And when the moment came, it was nothing as I had planned. There were no heartfelt farewells, no celebration.

The war that had brimmed just under the surface for ages had at last surfaced with an atomic explosion.

A dizzying display with no clear right or wrong, how could one possibly choose a side? Lines were drawn, and the taste of freedom was too intoxicating to ignore.

Casualties be damned.


Part II.

I found myself in the throes of anger, resentment.


Forever the burning question, why?

Distractions present themselves when they're needed most and oh were they crooning their siren's song. Lifetimes of experience within a few short weeks, wrapped up and packaged with an alluring scarlet bow.

Declarations of love, soured with betrayal; flirting with the dark side; laying in the street under a blanket of stars, on the brink of leaving behind this world.

Anything to find that sweet numbness.


Part III.

Scary childhood stories paint monsters as other beings. It's not until you're much older that you realize the true horrific beings are human. But the most frightening of all is seeing one reflected in your own eyes.

What a pity, crumpled on the floor.


Death, looming around the corner, waiting for His chance. A worthy companion longing for my embrace, to crown me His eternal queen.

But before He could reach me, to plant His solemn kiss, footsteps echoed through the hall.

Maybe this world is cruel and unfair, heartless, filled with greed, but just as monsters exist, so too, do angels.

An unexpected Saint swooped in, wielding her power, her healing touch. And over a cigarette lifted me back into the light.


© 2021 Alyssa


Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on June 26, 2021:

You have described grief in quite a detail. Well presented.

Alyssa (author) from Ohio on June 26, 2021:

Thank you Brenda! Have a wonderful weekend!

Alyssa (author) from Ohio on June 26, 2021:

Thank you so much!

Alyssa (author) from Ohio on June 26, 2021:

I don't know if that's good.. or bad, but I'll take it. haha! Thank you John! Have a wonderful weekend!

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on June 25, 2021:


You are an exceptional writer.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on June 25, 2021:


You tell how many people use anger to hide their grief.

I've seen this happen firsthand.

It it easier for them to be angry, than to cry.

I love how you have broken this into parts.

We all have dreams about how we want our life to be.

It is so hard for some to achieve their goals.

It is true that in some populations, everyone knows everyone's business.

I see that alot in a small town.

When problems finally surface & explode...we often take flight.

No perfect way...nothing is as it was planned in our minds.

We jump for our freedom & don't worry about who we hurt.

We often find ourselves feeling resentment for the loss in our life.

We want the pain to go away as we remember the love that haunts us.

All the broken promises.

We want to quit. To give up because the pain is too hard to bear.

We make mistakes & find ourselves as a horrific monster who is now stands all alone.

Death is a worthy companion, for we feel like we don't deserve a second chance.

But at the last moment, an angel walks into our life giving us a new take on living.

We see the light & embrace it.

We beat deaths grip & stay alive to try again.

You've captured this excellently with your words.

Great write!

I'll post a link in the articles.

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on June 25, 2021:

Great response to the word prompts, and a beautiful, reflective piece of writing!

Part 3 is touching and so close to reality .

Thank you for sharing this! Have a great weekend!

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on June 25, 2021:

Wow! That’s about all I have to say Alyssa.

Alyssa (author) from Ohio on June 25, 2021:

Thanks Bill! Have a wonderful weekend!

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on June 25, 2021:

Evidently the muse returned because this is superb writing, but then I've always told you that you had serious game in writing.

Happy Weekend to you!

Alyssa (author) from Ohio on June 25, 2021:

Thank you so much Pamela!

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on June 25, 2021:

Alyssa, you are an excellent writer fiction, I am wondering where this story goes next. You had me hooked from the start, and I would love to read more. Thank you for sharing this story.

This is a very good story for Brenda's prompt.

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