Writers Block

The thing is,it was all last minute. The empty document on my laptop was where a few 1000 words were supposed to lie and they had only have to be there for one more week. 

So I up and left my usual writing place and traveled to Ireland. I had been a few times but it's beauty just seemed to relax me almost immediately.

With only my laptop a small bag of clothes and essentials I wandered the streets taking them in as I searched for a place to stay. In between searching and discovering I found a small B&B which upon inquiry gave me their last room. 

The woman who handed me the key, tall and curvy, long brown hair and blue eyes was very gentle. Her hand was cold to touch but the contact only lasted seconds. 

The room was average for what you payed for and had a great view as the room was in the loft so it got a great view from the windows installed to give the room natural light.

Almost instantly upon opening my laptop and the document, beautyou poured out of me and traveled through my fingers across the keyboard and up onto the scrrent and before I take a break after 2 hours of uncontrollable but amazing writing, I hit 6000 words. 

I head down to pay for some sort of a meal to fill me, last me for a while as I write but I only find the woman who had handed me my key and escorted me to my room. She noticed me immediately and flashed a quick smile before a blush hit her face and she looked away.

"I was wondering where best to get some food from" I say confidently as I close the distance between the desk and me. She smiles as she looks up and stutters as she opens her mouth to speak.

"George is in the back, he can cover me, I'll show you." She smiles and I nod as it was for the best. She leaves the room for a minute or so before escorting me out of the B&B and down a series of roads.

Out the corner of my eye I catch her watching me, absorbing my form and even when I look at her in conversation she watches me contently. 

"Do you like what you see?" I finally smile to her as we sit down at a small restaurant she had recommended.

"It is not every day someone so breathtaking walks into a shabby B&B" she smiles handing over the menu before looking to her own. She was not embarrassed by her words, she meant them it was written all over her.

She herself was breathtaking, her skin pale and flawless as her dark hair hugged her neck ànd collarbone. Every now and then she would flare her nostrils which made me laugh inside.

The truth is she was as breathtaking as she claimed me to be.

Over food we discussed ourselves, our lives and hobbies and how we got to where we were. She watched with content as I told her my story and I watched her with admiration as she told hers. 

I settle the bill against her wishes of going halves and we begin walking back, but much slower now. Our arms swung as we walked, brushing eachothers gebtly from time to time. I hadn't got any idea on how I felt about her, she was beautiful and kind and intriguing, funny and intelligent but did that spell love?.

As we walked further and further we fell into silence but smiled when we locked eyes from time to time. She stumbled on a cobble which had risen from its place. She reached out to grab me as I instinctively grabbed ahold of her arm to stop her from falling. She blushed then, embarrassed by the near fall she had had. 

"You good?" I smile to her as she seems to flex her toes in her shoes.

"Yes thasks." She smiles and I loosen my grip on her arm and let her move more freely. It had left her with a slight limp as she walked but with each stepid we worked with it. Her grip moved down my upper arm, now on my forearm. Soon enough I had gotten the momo and pulled my arm out of her grip before taking her hand.

"You could have just said." I smirk as she blushes again as she nods.

"I guess I could have." She smiles 

"This was deffinetly what I needed to write my book." I think to myself. And in 15 minutes we turn onto the B&B road back to my new sanctuary. 

Home Sweet Home

I had spent months living in a damp smelling rat and cockroach infested apartment only a few miles from my childoodle home. But I was no fed up of the lack of hot water, wasting money on pest controllers because the rats and cockroadches only came back days later.

I had seen an advertisement in the newspaper of a 100% better apartment cheaper than this rat hole and closer to my family home. I dial up the number and ask for a viewing. Luckily it had only been advertised today and so barely anyone had asked to view. She had an opening in her schedule at 12 am which was only 30 minutes. It would take me 25 minutes to get there so I lock up and begin walking.

By the time I got there, the estate agent was already there, I quickly introduced myself and begun exploring the luxurious place. In the front room however there was a large hole in the wall. I peer inside to see more damage and only then do I notice that there is an arm in the darkness. I try to forget about for the rest of the tour but I find it hard.

"I'll take it." I smile to her.

"Okay that's wonderful." She replies

Paperwork was filed and keys were given. She was due to come back in when days time to hand over my official keys and rent payment calendar. She smiles as she walks off but all I can think about is the body in the wall.

No matter who it was or who did it, it was staying in the wall they will remain nameless and they will become nothing.

Thanks to my father's teachings, I patch up the wall and settle into my new appartment the next day. No matter what people say, cockroaches and rats were worse than the corpse behind the wall that was easy to forget about.

A Beautiful Voice

I open the envelope, gently sliding my forefinger between the seal. I pull out the folded bill and put the envelope behind it as I read.

It had been a list of all I had bought that month using my bank card. I tend to remember using ny card and how much for, but the pricing for one of the items was wrong. I knew because the reciept that lay in my purse told me so, but I had been charged and extra £57.

I look the bill over finding an 11 digit number which was listed as a contact number. I dial it and wait patiently, after a few seconds the line buzzes and then comes to life.

"Hello, my name is Clara, how can I help you?" She asks, her vioce was angelic.

Slightly distracted by her voice I don't answer right away and it causes her to ask again which slaps me to attention.

"Hello Clara my name is Jennifer and I've just looked over the bill I recieved today, I compared one purchase to the reciept and I've been charged and extra £57." I explain and she types away gently.

She asks for my details and types them in and asks for all of the information about the charge. She seems a happy and bubbly person over the phone but I wonder what shes like face to face.

The conversation had begun to come to its conclusion, she had to now contact those who charged me and enforce a refund of £57 which I was happy to hear.

"Well Jennifer, you'll be contacted about your refund and hopefully that will go smoothly."  She chimes, her words bouncing off the walls of my head.

"Thank you Clara." I smile biting onto my finger
"Actually," I cut up quick before she can hang up.

"I wondered if you'd like to go out for a meal sometime?" I ask, the line buzzes but she doesn't reply straight away. The phone comes alive again as she mumbles

"I will call you in 10 minutes, but yes." She replies and I feel the relief wash over me. The call ends then and I wait paitently for her call. I minute over the given time my phone rings with an unsaved number.

"Jen?" She chines
"Clara" I beam.

We spend 15 minutes on the phone talking of when, where and what time. Luckily she lived half an hour from me so picking her up wouldn't be too bad.

When the day came, it all fell into place. I drove to her getting there 5 minutes early and when she opened the door to my nervous but happy face she enveloped me in a hug.

"Jen?" She mumbled through the embrace to confirm my identity. It was safe to say her voice was beautiful and angelic and her looks enforced that idea.

The date was smooth and although I thought we were just friends for the time being, her hand fitted into mine well enough to say we were made for eachother. We ate and I payed, ignoring Clara's call of halves. We then walked down the streets to the beautiful park hand in hand where on an old bench did we confess.

"I know I havent known you for long, but I feel there is something here." She sniles gesturing between us. I gladly feel the same and I tell her so.

We spoke of ourselves and pur lives, our jobs and pass times. By the time we made it back to my car the time was well past 11. I drove carefully and when we reached her home I opened the door for her and escorted her to her door. She unlocked it first before stepping in to address me.

"Its been a wonderful night" she smiles.

"It has indeed." My smile is uncontained and when we make eye contact she lets out a small giggle.

"I hope to see you again." It was not a question from her but a statement. I nod in response and in her doorway she pulls me closer to her before pressing her lips to mine, gentle and slow is how she kisses.

Once parted I bid her goodnight and she did the same, allowing me to kiss her this time which left me only wanting more as I drove home. I could still smell her perfume in my car and it was making me giddy, like a small child and their first crush.

Cat Got Your Tongue?

It begun the same as it always did.

I roll out of bed at 6am, knocking over the buzzing alarm clock on my way and by the time I've gathered my things for my morning shower, it has stopped buzzing. I wash quickly and leave my hair slightly wet as it would dry as I made my breakfast. 2 pieces of toast as per usual and they're well buttered, as usual. They're consumed within 7 minutes and I clean up after myself, the house begun to wake up then, around 6:45 when the sun was beginning to rise, heating the house slightly causing it to creak and crackle.

I brush my teeth, scrubbing my tongue as hard as I could before using minty mouth wash for effect and then I left the house, climbed into my car and made the quiet journey to my workplace 34 minutes away. I pull up and wave to a colleague who has pulled up just before me and was collecting his things. he waved back, a gracious smile on his lips.

I carefully work across the car park after locking my car and then walk through the large doors which I barely manage. Michelle, our receptionist looks up to greet me as I walk forth ready to sign the sheet on the desk like we always would.

"Morning." I smile, except for the work never left my lips, it stayed sealed behind my lips, stitched to my throat. I try again this time wiping the look of mild concern off of my face.
"Morning." I smile again, and like the last time nothing came out. Michelle looks to me, her eyes glazed with concern and guilt.

she quickly looks around before looking back to me, then she pulled out a piece of paper from the near by printer and with a fake smile wrote something down. She smiled and slid it towards me.

"Smile, they're watching, none of us can talk, we need to act like normal." she smiles and as she had written I smile back at her and mouth a thank you for the note and made it out like the note passing would happen each day.

As I walk from the desk I turn around and wave at her tucking the note into my pocket, goose bumps rising on my skin.

Prompt #15

She pulls the knife from her chest, thin red blood pouring our from the wound, I expect to look to her face and find fear, but no. She's smiling.

"Oh darling was that supposed to hurt?" she taunts throwing the knife down to the kitchen floor.

"What the?" I question, my words caught in my throat, the fear I had expected in her now burning my chest.

"Cant kill whats already dead." she smiles covering the metre that I had gained between us in a second flat, the force of her body knocking me to the floor.

She pins me down, a laugh of pure evil filling her mouth, her wound pours blood onto my blue top, with her movements it spreads elsewhere but I cant move, her left hand grips tightly to my throat and I'm barely breathing, my senses dull and then fades into black.

Its Not About Me

Caught in a wild storm of emotions
How can I escape this thing? I cant see a way out
Are there even ways out of things like this?
Rarely, they say. Today was not a rare day it seemed.
Let me out, is all I can scream
I can't breathe, I cant take this,
Exits exist if you create them, someone whispers. It's my voice but I didn't say a word of it.

I Can Hear You

Three months ago, I was involved in a terrible car accident, a drunk driver had been behind the wheel of a fast traveling pick up truck driving the wrong way up the road which I happened to be traveling up. By the time I swerved my car out of his path, he had hit his brakes a lot slower than he could have and spun his wheel the wrong direction, following me onto the grassy bank before ploughing into my side of the car. I've been in a coma ever since, but unknown to anyone, I can hear everything they say.  Everything.

The beeping of the machines, the constant whoosh of the machines as they pump the oxygen into my lungs had become the background noise now, every day I would receive visitors. Today was my Parents, my partner Jason and my work colleague Sarah's turn.

I heard them quietly walk into the room not saying a single word, someone placing a glass vase on the side table where so many others had done the exact same over the months.

"You've got to wake up soon baby doll." Jason says, the anger towards the drink driver in his voice, the genuine need for me to pull through, barely showed.

"They're exploring the possibility of shutting down your machines, you've been under too long." my mother sobs from my left side as my dad holds my left hand offering a reassuring squeeze. It broke my heart to hear all of it, I wanted to pull through, I've been trying a long hell of a time to pull through and to make it out of this damn coma but nothing worked. Jason's hand was cold on my right hand, he was always cold, I wish I could tell him to warm up before touching anyone.

"You've got this, you can pull through this." Sarah urges me on

"Thanks Sarah, I'm trying." I sarcastically think to myself.

The room falls silent for what seems like a long 3 hours but it had only been 20 minutes, everyone had sat down around me, like a sacred shrine. Everyone had ran out of things to say now, but I had a lot to say, like how Sarah and Jason had the balls to sit around pretending to care when two and a half months ago, they stood alone in the room once my sister and brother had left for tea before speaking about what they would do to each other when they were behind closed door later on.

Then my mind begun to run wild, the anger burning in me, boiling my blood, I wanted to pull through just to rip them both apart. My chest begun to burn now, my throat filled with pipes I begun to choke. The machines begun going haywire, the visitors sprang to their feet calling for the nurses who ran in to aid me. I was coming around, my anger had awoken me. If I had known this two months ago, I'd of been awake by now.

Wedding Crashers

Here I was, standing in the church I had always wished I would. The intricate details in the stone and glass that surrounded us was truly magnificent. The white dress wasn't much, itwas in fact a strapless dress, it fitted nicely to my body which I was thankful for it doing. At the hips it split into two fabrics, the same as the rest of the dress and then chiffon over the top. It reached my feet which stood bare because the thought of standing in heels was hell yet alone walking down the Isle.

Thankfully I met my husband go be on the other end in front of both of our families. Little was I to know that someone objected to our big day. A very old clingy ex. He burst through the doors sending a small gust of wind throughout. 

"I object" he screams at the top of his voice as he runs up the Isle,  the witnesses letting out sounds of shock and disappointment.

"It should be me." He pleads as he stands on my left as my to be husband holds my hand.

"I don't wish to marry him, please continue." I say trying to forget the intrusion of my big day. Yet it became incredibly hard as he begun tugging at my arm, trying to pull it free of the hand of the man I wanted to marry. 

"This should be me" he cried again, he was clearly beginning to choke back tears when I finally looked to him.

"You were a one week relationship when I was 16, nothing more than a rebound." I mutter, he looks hurt by the comment but it was the truth. 

He pleads again that it should be him but this time my partner turns to him clearly no longer willing to let me be pestered by this man 

"But it's not." He growls and with a smooth movement lands a heavy punch into my ex's nose. He stood shocked for a moment before clenching to his nose where blood begun to drip.

"Get him out of here." He says turning back to me, handing a red and slightly swollen hand back to me. Thankfully two of my lovely cousins took him under the arms and dragged him up the Isle and out of the church.

The ceremony continued just after they took their seats once more. Happily married we walk out of the church for photos, standing in the blood trail he had left on his way out.