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Give it a Whirl Day 13


Today's style prompt

Describe sad

100 words or a 1 graphic story. Who's got this?


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Jan. 14th, 2018 06:10 pm (UTC)
just a bit from what I'm writing now...gonna play with a few of these emotions in the scope of a dream...

it will have a fandom eventually, but at the moment, it could be anyone's dream ;)

He dreamed of heaviness, of crushing weight upon his chest, smothering him, a great rending that, in its burden threatened to rend his spirit from his body, his heart from his head, his self from everything in the universe that had once grounded him. A warm wet tickle that no matter how he wiped at his cheeks, his eyes, the edges of his jaws, he could not be rid of. The warmth turned cold as it seeped through his skin, sank into his muscles, and coiled around his bones disabling any ability, any desire, to move and escape from it. It remained, continuing, until he thought he would drown in it with not another soul there to draw him from its depths, dry him, warm him. It would be so much easier to give in…
Jan. 14th, 2018 07:40 pm (UTC)

This seemed fitting wording for that sort of dead zone feeling that hits in the midst of sadness: disabling any ability, any desire, to move and escape from it
Jan. 14th, 2018 08:27 pm (UTC)
Thanks :)
Jan. 14th, 2018 07:47 pm (UTC)
That is an excellent way of describing the prompt. Well done! ;-)
Jan. 15th, 2018 06:07 pm (UTC)
That is very accurate, well done!
Jan. 15th, 2018 06:45 pm (UTC)
thanks :)
Jan. 15th, 2018 06:48 pm (UTC)
Thanks :)
Jan. 14th, 2018 09:19 pm (UTC)
The actual sad takes a moment, but 253 words. This is from my NaNo novel from 2015 that I'm still playing with:

“I’m SIX YEARS OLD!” Maxine shouted.

My voice dropped to a whisper. “I know, baby. Happy Birthday.”

“I’m not a baby. I’m six. Do you like my hat?” she said, gesturing to a knit cap decorated with pink snowflakes and a pink pom-pom on top.

“I love it.”

“I’m going to wear it today to the skating party. You’re coming skating, aren’t you, daddy?”

“Daddy has to work, remember?” Lilah said, evenly. It was the lie we’d settled on when the idea for a day of skating with three of Maxine’s friends came up.

Maxine’s face fell. “Oh. Okay.”

I helped her zip up her jacket, plastering a smile on my face to hide the tears that threatened to fall at any second. “You go and have a good time with Emily and Sasha and Elizabeth, okay? And tell me all about it when you get home.”

“Okay, daddy,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek.

“We’ll be back around three,” said Lilah.

As the door closed behind them, I wondered how many more things I was going to miss in my daughter’s life. Skating parties, school plays, softball games. Would she resent me for it, I wondered. Would she resent me for making the decision to have her in my life even if it meant having a limited part of hers? What if she had kids? Would it be Maxine making up the lies, “Grandpa’s not feeling well”?

I slumped back against the door and I wept.
Jan. 15th, 2018 04:08 pm (UTC)
This is horrible and beautiful! Very well done!
Jan. 15th, 2018 06:09 pm (UTC)
Aw, sometimes it really sucks being a parent. Nicely done!
Jan. 15th, 2018 06:36 pm (UTC)
Um... sorry for posting, editing, and deleting. Haha. I uploaded to the wrong damn site. *sighs*

(Suddenly, I have Mark Chesnutt's song, "It Sure is Monday", running through my head...)

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Jan. 15th, 2018 07:42 pm (UTC)
Lovely work!
Jan. 15th, 2018 07:47 pm (UTC)
Thanks! She's an unwilling model, but she's lovely. Hah.
Jan. 22nd, 2018 07:34 am (UTC)
Rey's Escape (281 words) by ChokolatteJedi
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Rey (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Community: 1-million-words, Spoilers, Childhood, Pre-Canon
Summary: Many years ago, Rey escaped into the desert
Jan. 24th, 2018 02:21 am (UTC)
Part 5 of the containing saga. Part 1: Day 7 No Dialogue, Part 2: Day 4 Third Person, Part 3: Day 2 First Person, Part 4 A&B Day 11 All Senses

He stood on the porch and watched as the rain poured down. Normally he wasn’t afraid of the rain, but today it was just coming down too hard for him to venture out. Not with his leg really bothering him from the rehab appointment he’d been to. In some ways those walks along the beach had been his lifeline. Even though the scenery was the same, the beach wasn’t and it was that change that kept him going, pushing further when his leg throbbed and all he wanted to do was sit down and curl up in a ball because he might never be able to do the things he once did.

Now he sat, watching the rain and the wave crashing on the beach beyond. The overwhelming sense of aloneness his companion as he wished for better weather. He hated feeling like this. He never use to be a person to dwell on his sadness. He always found a bright side to everything. There was no bright side today. No new things to discover on the beach. No chance of seeing her as he passed her house as if she was watching for him. Nothing but driving rain and his own depressive company. Not even the call from his brother had been able to stave off the sadness he felt.

He just wished for something, but he didn’t know what that something was.
Jan. 24th, 2018 09:24 pm (UTC)
Beautiful work!
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