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!
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.
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.
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.
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