Challenge #7

The challenge for this week is Haunted House! We look forward to any fan submissions we get, and we hope you are looking forward to our stuff as well! See you on Wednesday!

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As the snow crunched under her feet she reached for her buzzing cell phone. It was the heartbeat vibration so she knew it was Cherry. She flipped open the screen to a bold LOL. It was the third one from her, must be a bad night. They'd been texting for hours now, which was their usual when one of them (usually Cherry) needed to vent. Alice's cell buzzed again alerting her to another Cherry text." You know I love you right" Alice looked at the screen for a second before typing out "of course I do. Just like you know I love you" she didn't like this not one bit something was definitely not right with Cherry. The next time the phone buzzed she knew she was right and her stomach plunged to her feet. Alice clutched her phone and ran. She ran as fast as she could the twenty six blocks to Cherry's front door. She didn't even bother to knock just ran in and down the hall to Cherry's door which again she went right through. She burst into tears the moment she saw her on the floor. Her bare arms and legs were covered in blood. Alice slid to her and knocking the razor out of her hand cradled her against her chest. Looking frantically around the room she found a few socks and quickly tied them around the cuts that were bleeding the most. "What the hell!" Alice sobbed. Cherry looked up and with her last bit of effort mouthed "I'm sorry babe". Her head fell back as the last sparkle of light left her eyes. "NO!!!!" Alice screamed through her sobs as she shook Cherry's now lifeless body. The police entered the room a few seconds later. Apparently someone saw her rush in then heard the screams and called the cops. It took three of them to get Alice away from the body. She felt numb almost as if she was the one not living anymore. A few hours later after the coroner had come and the police had everything taken care of. "Excuse me miss, is this yours?" She glanced to see her cell phone in his outstretched hand. She must have dropped in as she ran in. She nodded and reached to take it. Her hands where blood stained and as she took the phone she jolted outside and threw up over the side of the balcony. The snow began to fall again and she could hear people in the distance. As cheers of a happy new year rang out Cherry's last message burned brightly on the screen "sometimes love isn't enough".

-DS

Snow White

            Isabel drove through the night with the snow falling like powdered sugar through a colander. The radio was playing something the sounded like Silent Night, but with the static it sounded like a ghost trying to talk its way through to the other side. Isabel was bundled up, red knit scarf wrapped around her face and a ratty green wool jacket buttoned all the way up to her neck and down to her knees. Her brown wool stockings and brown knee high boots doing their best to keep her legs warm since she didn’t think she would need to wrap her legs in a blanket as she drove. She thought the heater would have lasted a little longer than half a mile on her three mile drive.

            Her brother had gotten out of prison and had made Christmas quite the to-do once he had walked into the door of their mom’s cottage. It was always rare when he was around, and when he was it was like spotting Waldo after looking for twenty god damned minutes. Something special had to be done to mark the occasion and it was always something big. Of course Isabel was pissed about this. She was the good one, she thought she should get some freaking praise. But all she got was a, ‘you two broke up again?! God, Issie! Get your shit together and just marry him! No one else is gonna live with your bull crap.”

            Even her brother laughed at Isabel’s misfortune. It wasn’t like it happened all the time. And it’s not like it was always the same guy, just always the same ending. Her mom and brother didn’t even bother asking who she was dating, just told her to marry the guy before he figured out she was a loser. And she felt like a loser too.

            Isabel had been working five years at a thrift store in Winnemucca and couldn’t seem to find a job anywhere else. She even looked out of the city and out of the state and couldn’t find shit to do. She loved her job, she did, but she didn’t love the looks people gave her and the things people said about her. It wasn’t all bad stuff, just stuff that made you feel down and want more out of life. Things that made you think that you could be doing something greater if the right chance came along.

            Driving through the snow, Isabel wondered if it would be a good idea to even go back home. She could just drive for miles until she ran out of gas and live on the road. She could go on an adventure and see what life could give her. And as she zoned out, dreaming of being a land pirate and driving through the forty-eight states, a tall white beast raced in front of her car and was hit. Isabel’s head smashed against the steering wheel and her foot kicked for the break and her car flew up and over the creature. Her brown’s meeting its blue’s for a millisecond before the car landed on its back and her head cracked against the ceiling of the car.

            Two days went by before anyone came across Isabel’s car. The road she had taken was one that normal people would never take during a snow storm if they valued their lives. The snow covered most of the car, covering the tracks that the creature had left when it carried the ragdoll of a woman back to its den. The police, of course, after looking at the amount of blood in the car and seeing the way the door was ripped open declared that Isabel had died from a wild animal attack. But they won’t know the truth. They won’t know that she is now something greater.

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Challenge: write a story based on Winter
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Challenge #6

This week the challenge is Winter! We will be writing about this season, and you can do something for this week too for Fan Friday! Thanks to Dani, who submitted for the Fall Challenge! See you all Wednesday!

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 Autumn Autumn

"Hey, don't leave me ok. I can't do this without you. I love you." she faintly heard his voice plead as the rhythm of the machine beside her suddenly shot up. The last thing she saw before her world went black was his grey eyes and a single tear streaming down his face. The light in her world turned on faintly and the memory of the first time they met rolled in like a movie reel.

"Fall and Autumn one in the same,this poem will not get me fame," she watched as the stranger on the stage began. She could always tell the newbies. "But i love this season, and here is the reason. The leaves that crunch and the treats you munch," Ellie looked around at the club and saw a few listeners smiling while others rolled their eyes at the simplistic poem. ‘Supercilious bastards’ she thought to herself and turned her attention back to the tall dark-headed man on the stage. He paused a second to push his Clark Kent looking glasses up his nose. "The cuddly nights, the orange and yellow sights. But the part I cherish the most, and the cause of this toast. Is as sweet as the coo of a dove and it being with the ones you love." He tipped his head then quickly scurried off the stage to a group of people in the audience who were now clapping and whistling merrily. Ellie smiled when he happen to look over at her then watched as his friends corralled him over to the bar. As performer after performer went on she could feel herself being watched. "Ellie Duncan?" she heard her name and turned quickly to find the man from before standing next to her. "Um you don't know me but I’m Cassidy O'Kelley’s brother Dimitri." he pointed over his shoulder at a blonde at the bar that she recognized as her old college roommate Cassidy.

"I always thought she was joking about your name. Please sit down, it’s nice to meet you." she gestured Cassidy to come over as well but the leggy girl just shook her head and winked. Still up to your matchmaking ways Ellie said to her telepathically before returning her attention to the man now seated in front of her. After some small talk and ordering them both a drink she asked "So was tonight your first reading?" he blushed slightly and took a swig of his whiskey sour.

"Yeah my sister and a bunch of her friends are convinced that I haven't lived fully enough and with the whole end of the world thing they dragged me out here to make me live I guess. And while I'm not sure the end of the world stuff is true I fear they may have a point about my lack of an exciting life." He shrugged. A few more drinks in and the two were laughing and talking like they'd known each other for years. Suddenly Dimitri's hand found its way to Ellie's and it didn't occur to her to mind. "You wanna get out of here?" he asked. After a moment of contemplation she smiled and nodded. A look of shock crossed his face.

"I decided I need to live a little too."

"Hey sweetheart! Oh thank god." Slowly her eyes fluttered open and the feeling flooded back. Her whole body hurt, from her head to her toes. Dimitri stood beside the bed holding her hand just as he had been doing when she went out. He leaned over and kissed her gently. "I got someone who wants to meet you and he's been waiting a week."  He smiled brightly as he went to the other side of the room to a tall plastic bassinet and bent to pick up a blue bundle.

"Hey Caleb this is your mommy." he cooed down at the baby as he place him in Ellie's waiting arms. Her heart filled with joy and love as she held her baby boy for the first time. A tear fell from her eyes as she looked from the baby to Dimitri.

"Thank you for coming to that bar and thank you even more for still being there the next morning. But most of all thank you for being with me every day after that especially after we found out about this little Autumn flower. I love you Dimitri." he kissed her again and then their son before whispering.

"Well the best things happen in Autumn."

-DS

Lights Out

            “I don’t like it here, Mum,” Sally said to her mother as she clenched her mother’s cold hand in her own tiny ones. “It’s cold and no one is moving.” Her mother, Anya, looked out into the forest with glossy eyes. Fall had come, and with it, The Dying. Her daughter didn’t understand what this meant, she was too young to know. It would be years before she understood this tradition, of staring at The Dying as they pass. Years before she understood why they were breathing in their essences and life forces. Why they were singling out the ones who were close to being fully dead, as they were, and watching over them until they joined their ranks.

            Anya held a thin branch like finger to her lips, hushing her child. There were a few other children there, clinging to their parents robes. Some elder siblings made fun of the younger siblings, making the wind howl. Soon, The Dying would come and pass through this place, as they did every year for their rituals. Every creature had a ritual to perform, whether they realized it or not.

            Hanging lights, making a feast one day of the year, exchanging gifts like flowers or sweets to loved ones, shedding the blood of virgins, having mass orgies, fattening oneself to sleep through troubling times, these are all rituals that creatures have. Some of these are no longer kept, some have been replaced, but each creature has a ritual, something they do every year on the same day. And this is our ritual.

            “Mum, it’s cold,” Sally rasped out through her fingers.

            “I know, dove. It will get colder soon enough. Just wait, it won’t be long now.”

            A few minutes later, lights were swaying in front of them. Up and down, side to side, they were some new fangled invention that The Dying had come up with to keep the darkness at bay. Sally tightened her grip on her mother’s hand, held her breath, and closed her eyes. And as The Dying passed, Sally felt warmth. Anya felt it too, but she did not close her eyes or hold her breath. Anya breathed in and watched The Dying pass. She could see them glow, fainter than their lights because they were not healthy newborns. Only The Dying newborns are as bright as the sun on a summer’s day.

            But not these ones. These ones were close to their ends. These ones could drop under the right conditions. But it’s not the job of Anya and her kin. As The Dying pass, Anya and her kin look for the ones who are as dim as the stars in the polluted night sky. They are hard to find because The Dying travel in packs. Some come two at a time, but most are in groups of five or more. Sally’s hand tightens on Anya’s, and the little girl shakes her mother’s hand in the direction of two dim lights in the distance.

            “Cold?” Nathan asked Linda as he lifted her over a tree stump.

            “I’m fine, daddy.” Linda said as she took her father’s gloved hand in her small mitten clad ones. Linda had just gotten out of the hospital after getting hit by a drunk driver three months ago. Her mother didn’t make it and her father looked like a shadow of who he once was. He used to be a burly carpenter, now he looked like the limbs on the trees around them. She was young, about ten, turning eleven in May, and she knew her dad was pushing himself.

            It was a tradition, every year to go through Willow Woods on Halloween. It’s where her dad had scared her mom so much that she hit him with a tree branch. That’s how they first met. It’s where her dad proposed to her mom. But before she said yes, instead of kissing him, she punched him and broke his nose. Linda’s mom was the strong one, Nathan knew that, he knew he had to try and be strong for his daughter now. He knew he had to try. But he felt like such a failure.

            Linda wasn’t supposed to leave the hospital. The doctors told Nathan that there was no chance for her to survive without a liver transplant. Nathan didn’t know anyone who could donate, he kept waiting for a day when someone would walk through the doors and say that one had arrived, but it never came. Nathan knew he was compatible, for fun, him and Nora got tested to see who could have what donated to who. They even made plans for occasions like this, and they laughed about it, not thinking it would ever really happen.

            And here they were. Nathan hadn’t told Linda yet, didn’t want to worry her. He didn’t even tell her that her liver was shutting down. The docs said she had about five or six months, unless her condition worsened. He asked how much of his liver they would need, they said just a bit. But then he added up the costs, him and Linda just couldn’t afford it. He had some money saved, Nora’s parents took care of Nora’s funeral, he knew they would take care of Linda too. He just wanted his baby to live. That was all.

            After The Dying left, Anya and her kin set out to find those whom they had set their sights on. They would follow them all year, help them come to terms with what has happened to them, help them find a place of their own in this world of ghosts. Sally was sad when she watched The Dying die. She finally understood her purpose when she spoke to the little one, Linda. That girl was very brave, she was glad that no one was suffering because of her anymore. Nathan, on the other hand, was in a lot of pain until Nora spoke to him.

            Nora had become part of the Earth Tribe. She was indeed strong, held the Tree Tribes in place, helped the Water Tribes find their ways around the world, and she did what she could against the Wind Tribes that tore at the ground in rage. The Dying were now dead, ready to take their places among the spirits. Their lights were out, and with the lights gone, the spirits left to wander the world again.

Red and Gold

He woke up in a forest with leaves of red and gold. The ground was wet beneath him, making his clothes damp and cold. He shivered and sat up looking around. This place was unfamiliar to him; he had no clue where he was. He rubbed his head trying to remember. That’s when fear began to set in. Harder and harder he thought until he realized he didn't even know his name. What was it? Micheal? No, that wasn't right. Sean? No, that wasn't it either. He began to panic, each breath coming faster than the last. He didn't even know his own name. He stood up quickly, which turned out to be a mistake. His head throbbed and he screamed out in pain. Holding his palm to his head, he slowly looked around the forest. Besides all the trees that surrounded him, it was empty. The only sound was his breath, coming in hitched gasps now. The throbbing began to subside and he slowly began to wander through the forest.  The trees were so bright in color, they exploded in his mind like fireworks.  The color was all he could see as he wandered. The already fallen leaves crunched beneath his feet as he walked. He took a deep breath. It smelled fresh, like nothing had ever touched here. He stopped and  stared up the cold grey sky. It had no answers for him; the trees had no answers for him. No one had answers for him. He was wet and cold and confused and he had no clue what to do. A red leaf descended from the trees.  It landed softly on the ground and He walked over to it. He looked up at the tree it had fallen from. It was a big tree and many of the leaves still clung to their branches. Another leaf began to fall, and he outstretched his arm to catch it. The leaf fell right into his palm. He  felt a  slight tingling on his skin where the leaf had landed. Then the tingling became more intense, until it was burned his skin.  He tried to shake the leaf away, but it clung tightly to his skin. The leaf began to absorb into his hand, tiny bits of light shined all around the shape of the leaf. He was too stunned to scream. Soon the leaf disappeared completely into his hand. He knew his name. His name was August Alexander Adams. It was like a long forgotten memory triggered by smell. The leaf had told him who he was, he was sure of it. He looked down at his palm. His skin looked like it had before, no trace of the leaf at all.  His eyes wandered up into the large tree with its many leaf. “Thank you.” He whispered. Another leaf began its decent and he ran to catch it. It fell to floor before he could grab it. All the leaves on the ground looked similar and he couldn't tell which one had fallen from the tree. He sighed and sat down beneath the tree.  It had the answers for him and all he had to do was  sit and wait for another leaf to fall. 

Challenge #5

This weeks challenge is to write a story based off of the Fall Season. I don't think we will be getting any fan submissions, since we haven't gotten any the past two weeks, and that's okay.

We love you guys anyways and we love writing. If we do not receive any submissions for Fan Fridays, we will most likely just post a vlog about the week, tell you what inspired us, or something.

See you all Wednesday with our stories, they will most likely be posted midnight, at the latest.

Ocean Blue, Ocean Black

He stared out at the Ocean. It moved, it swayed,and he stared at it eyes unblinking. It called to him, in a way he had never known before. 
The sun burned down, making his skin feel hot. He stood up, walking toward the water, the sand moving underneath his feet. With each step he felt something inside him, a pull towards the ocean and all the things it held. 
He got closer and closer, and finally his legs were in the water. It felt so good, he kept walking into the ocean because it told him to. "Caleb." The sea breeze whispered in his ear. "Come to us Caleb." It said. So he did.

"Caleb? CALEB?!" His mother screamed, jumping up and running. She didn't see her baby boy get up, she didn't see him make his way towards the ocean. He was so far away from her. 


The hands were long and bony, they were black as the night. They grabbed him and pulled him under. His mother screamed and screamed. "CALEB!!!" But she was too late. The black bony hands had taken him deep under the water. Farther and farther down until Caleb couldn't see the bright burning sun any longer. 
He could feel his lungs wanting to explode, he could feel his body giving up. Finally, he closed his eyes. He was at peace.



Caleb woke up to sound of the Kayla banging on the door. He rubbed his eyes, the dream playing over and over in his mind. It was always the same, every year on his birthday he'd have the dream. 
"Caleb, come on your gonna be late for your own party!" Kayla ran in and  jumped onto his bed, shaking it. "I'm coming, I'm coming." He laughed. She ran from his room, giggling down the hallway. He followed her, shutting the door behind him, he hadn't even realized his hands were shaking. 
He hated this month, He hated Summer. He looked out the window and far in the distance he could see the ocean. It swayed as it had in his dream. He turned away, continuing down the hallway. He hated the Ocean 
most of all. 

It Started with Sweat

            Whenever I pictured the world ending, I pictured the entire world knowing about it. The President of the Untied States of America would tell us that an asteroid was heading to Earth, or that we were going to war, or maybe we would just hear an alarm or something to tell us we were all about to die. But I didn’t expect this.

            Three friends and I decided to go to my Aunt’s cabin in Tahoe for the Summer. We were all finished with college and were about to start our lives as full grown adults with jobs, mortgages and kids. But first we had to have one last hurrah as stupid kids. We were isolated. Some think that would be an advantage to an end of the world scenario. They’d be wrong.

            It started with sweat. We didn’t notice how bad we were sweating because it was summertime, who would think you could sweat too much during summer? No one. The more we showered, the more we swam in the lake, the worse it got. The more we drank the more parched we were. The more we moved the more we felt as though our hearts would explode.

            After awhile we didn’t even move. We were soaked in sweat and our skin was sunken in and we looked like something out of that Salvador Dali painting, Persistence of Memory. I was the last to go. Marty went first, June and Sally were next. I think they went at the same time, I wasn’t really paying attention. I was staring at the sky outside. Everything looked so peaceful.

            If this wasn’t the end of the world, I’m sure some men in hazmat suits would find us. They would blame it on something that got in the water. The water that we drank from, swam in, bathed in. They would find something in the ocean, something in the sea, something somewhere to tell the tale. That’s if this isn’t the end of the world, but I’m pretty sure it is. Shit like this doesn’t just happen. 

Challenge #4

This week's challenge is to write a story based off of Summer! Just like last week's challenge we will be writing a story based off of the season.

If you like this challenge please write a story for it. You may also do some art, play some music, whatever gets your creative juices flowing! Please submit for Fan Friday!

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Challenge: Write a story about the Spring.
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The Forest Flower

Challenge: Story based off spring

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She wiggled her toes in wet grass and she could feel it. There, underneath the earth something was growing.  A flower, a tree, a bush. Something was growing here. She knew that spring was on it's way. Spring was the season of hope, a season for new beginnings. She smiled, thinking this was the year. This was the year the Faerie King would pick her. She was of age, and she had the earth magic within her. He had to pick her.

"Why would the Faerie king pick you? You're not as pretty as all the other girls." Fauna would taunt her. "Because, I have something the other girls don't." Flora said. "Oh and what's that?" Asked Fauna. Flora respounded "Earth Magic." Her sister gasped, her eyes wide. "But that can't be. No one has Earth Magic. Not me, Not Mother or Father and Certaintly not you." Fauna barked. Flora's eyebrow's knitted together in anger. "But I do! You'll see, next spring there in the yard a Giant Pine tree will be born. I know this because I have earth magic!" She pointed to the yard. Her sister only laughed at her. "Oh Flora you stupid fool, Pine Tree's don't grow in this area!"

Flora smiled, remembering  the day when the Pine Tree was almost a foot tall and Fauna fainted right underneath it.

Her dress was made from the leaves of several ivy plants and she attached all kinds of beautiful flowers across the bodice. She used the red berries as lip color and ran to the river to see her reflection. Her hair fell down to her waist and was a knotted wavy mess. She frowned, there was no way she would ever control her hair. She tried braiding it back, but that only seemed to make it worse. In the end she gave up and left it down in it's messy state, adding a lily to lessen the look of it. The sun began to set in the distance and Flora began to run. The giddiness of excitement filled within her as she ran through the forest. He would pick her, she knew he would. When she finally reached the Giant Tree of Wisdom, it was surrounded by candles. Many girls much prettier than Flora waited in front of it. Their dress were made from cotton and silk with gold stitched into sleeves. Flora looked down at her own dress and crossed her arms out of Humiliation. The leaves on the trees began to glow and Flora looked up at them with amazement. It was almost time! The girls around her began to whisper in excitement. They began to chant his name. "Oberon! Oberon! Oberon!" From behind the tree a light shone and out stepped the Faerie King himself. All the girls became silent. Flora stared in awe of the King. He was tall and Handsome and he glowed like the moon in a pond. He lifted his arm straight, pointing to a girl in the crowd. She gasped and walked toward the front,  her eyes wide and wondering. "Tell me girl, Why do you deserve to be my Queen?" He asked, his voice was deep and sweet like honey. The girl began to stutter "Be-Because I am Lillian Dormant and I am very skilled at Sewing." The girl stated. The King laughed. "I already have a queen who sews." The king bellowed. He waved his hand and the girl ran off crying. Many other girls ran off, most likely other girls whose great skill was to sew. He pointed to another girl in the crowd, Her skin was tan and her hair was dark. She walked pridefully up to the king. "Tell me Girl, Why do you deserve to be my Queen?" He asked. She smiled. "Good King, I will bear you many children for my Mother was very fertile and the Old Seer has predicted me to be very fertile too." She announced. The King was quiet for a minute, contemplating this. "Ah But what the Seer did not tell you is you will Bear me all Son's when all I need is Daughters." He said. Her upper lip curled up in anger and before she could even utter a retort , he waved his hand sending her away. Flora became nervous, Would the King simply feel that she had Earth Magic or would he ask her to prove it? He lifted his arm again, it moved across the crowd before it finally landed on Flora. Her heart began to beat very fast and she slowly walked through the crowd and up to the King. He seemed brighter up close and Flora had to strain to keep her eyes upon him. "Tell Me Girl, Why do you deserve to be my Queen?" He asked. Flora gathered all her confidence. "Great King, I Will be your Queen because I have the great gift of Earth Magic." The whole crowd seemed to stop breathing. The world seemed to stop, everything quiet. The Faerie King only stared down at her. He began to laugh, a deep laugh that seemed to echo off all the trees in the forest. "Tell me girl, how is it you believe to have earth magic when you can't even tell Poison Ivy from regular ivy?" He pointed to her dress. She looked down and on her skin a rash began to form. She was so distracted by all everything she hadn't even noticed the urge to scratch. But now it came full force and she dug her nails into her arm scratching. Before the King could even wave his hand, Flora ran off. Tears fell from her eyes as she ripped the Poisonous dress off her skin. She ran to the River and jumped in, the chill of the water cooled off her hot skin. She sat in the water for a long time, wishing the water would just take her away from this miserable place. Finally the cold of the water was too much for her to bear and she climbed out. Her wet hair clinged to her naked body as she walked over to a large boulder. She sat down, pulling her knees up to her chest. She shivered, wishing she knew where to find some cloth for covering or some twigs for a fire. Closing her eyes she thought of Fauna. "You were right Fauna, how could I ever believe that the Faerie King would pick me?" She thought, the tears falling from her eyes once more.

Suddenly she felt something heavy and warm wrap around her. She opened her eyes, startled. A blanket of wild flowers laid on top of her and she looked around trying to see where it came from. There in front of her was a boy wearing nothing but a loincloth made of leaves and sticks. His hair was a bright green color and his eyes glowed a bright blue just like the sky. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. "Who are you?" She asked. He smiled and said. "My name is Gwanwyn. But you can call me Wyn." He helped her stand up and she stared into his eyes. She could see flecks of gold in the blue and to her it looked like the sun about to rise. He leaned down and kissed her lips. It felt like she was running through the forest again, the breeze dancing around her. He tasted sweet and spicy like the earth. When he pulled his lips away from hers he asked her, "Would you like to be my Queen?" Flora smiled. Her earth Magic pounded inside her, telling her who he was. He was Spring itself. She grabbed one of the flowers from the blanket covering her. She placed it in the spot between his earlobe and hair. "My King." She said smiling. 

Challenge #3

The challenge for this week is to write a short story either taking place or based off of the Spring season! We shall post our stories on Wednesday, and any fan submissions shall be posted on Fan Friday! If you would like to submit to us, ask questions, or give us a challenge, please send us a message at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com! 

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The Tattoo

I woke up in a heavy sweat.  It was just a dream.  I was in combat in another country and I did not recognize anyone that surrounded me.  They all had guns pointed at me and they were yelling that I was a spy and I should die.  How did I get this in my head?  I have never been in combat nor have I ever been to this country. 

It all started because I decided to get a tattoo of a sailor on my shoulder, for my brother.  He is serving in Afghanistan and I wanted to have him closer to me.   Could it be that the tattoo was a channel to his soul?  Was I feeling what he was feeling?  Is he okay?  It felt so real.  I can still feel the sweat dripping from my forehead as I recall the dream. 

I have never thought much about telepathy, but here I am feeling afraid and seeing a country that I have never seen before.  It must be the thoughts of my brother.   Is there someone that I could alert that my brother is in trouble?  

I pick up the telephone and call the number that he had left in case I needed him.  A man answers “He’s on a mission and can’t be reached”.  I explained the dream that I had to this man.  He laughed. “That is an everyday experience over here.  You should not worry”.  I explained that I was feeling pain and it was getting worse. 

It was two days before I received the call.  My brother had been caught in an ambush and was severely wounded.  He would be coming home to a hospital here soon. 

The tattoo has brought me closer to my brother than I had expected.  His thoughts were my thoughts.  His pain was my pain.  There is no doubt in my mind that there are forces beyond our understanding.

-BJ

Close your Eyes and Make a Wish

Challenge: Make a story based on a tattoo.

Close your Eyes and Make a Wish

            It’s been twenty years. It looks like I have a long while to go, too. Which I suppose is a good thing, but thinking about the world I live in, it might not be. I mean, people are so worried about the time they have left that they don’t really worry about long term things. It’s always the small stuff like love, friendship, family, skydiving, and bungee jumping. No one really cares about the big stuff, like where they will be in five years. No one thinks that far ahead.

            I mean, why would we? Our life spans are shown right to us, every day, every hour, every waking moment actually. I once knew this guy, who had an uncle, who just spent his time watching his life go before his eyes. For some of us, it’s roses or daises. For others, like myself, it’s chrysanthemums or dandelions. Those of us with the longer life spans tend to look at the world and our relationships, while the others just try to do as much as they can while they can.

            I feel really bad for the kids born with tulips or some other flower or weed printed on their forearms. You know they won’t get to live long enough to enjoy what you enjoy because they are so close to death. Each year, a petal or whatever moves off of the plant itself and onto another area of your skin. It’s close by, like it’s just been blown off by the wind, or ripped off and tossed aside. That’s how you know how old you are, how much longer you have.

            Now, you might be wondering about suicides, car accidents, and freaks of nature. Those must surely not be taken into effect, right? Wrong. You have one tiny little thing left on your plant, you’re feeling fine and dandy, and then ‘BAM!’ A truck hits you while you’re in your car and that stupid little thing slides right off to another part of your skin. Some people take it as a sign of God. Great way to know there is one, having him show us when we are going to die. Thanks for the gift!

            But like I said, I have a long way to go. My dandelion tattoo’s wisps are freckling my skin with twenty seeds blown against my skin. What I find really funny about this, is that people used to blow on the damned things to make a wish. Just snuff the life out of something and pray for a miracle. While looking at the candle and flame in front of me, I wonder if snuffing out the life of the flame will make my wish come true. Sure, there isn’t anything I really need, but there is one thing that I want.

            Please, let my child have a life as long as mine or longer. Let me see a dandelion or a chrysanthemum when it’s born. Don’t let me know that I bore a child that won’t get a chance to live as long as me. Please. 

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Challenge: Make a story based on a tattoo
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Challenge #2

Morning everyone! Or Afternoon . . . Or evening . . . I don't know when you're reading this, but hi!

So, I just freaked out Feather with an idea for a challenge. I suggested the idea that we write a story based off of a tattoo. She flailed, ran in a small circle, and then made sweet love to my dining room wall. It was very entertaining.

So the challenge for this week is to write a story based off of a tattoo. The story will be uploaded this week on Wednesday! If you would like to join us for this challenge, e-mail us at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com! We will read them and choose one each that we enjoy for Fan Friday!

I'm super excited!

See you all later!

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Challenge: Choose a lyric from your favorite song and write a story out of it.

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The Challenge: Take a lyric from your favorite song and make a story out of it
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Island

When her ship crashed into the sand, his world changed forever. It was a loud sound that rippled through the water. The ocean moved around him chaotically, and he knew something was wrong. He swam, faster and faster until his head reached the surface. He could feel the warmth from the fire on his face. The glow from it encompassed the whole island and he swam closer to investigate. Bits of wood floated past him as he swam. All that was left of the ship was the mast, the sail slowing starting to burn. There was something on the island, a piece of wood from the ship. Laying on top of it was a girl. Her face pale and her arm cut open wide. He swam as close as he could, trying to see if she was still breathing. Her stomach moved slowly up and down and Leiland sighed with relief. A dark thought came to mind as he sat there watching her. He couldn't help her, and without his help he knew her face would only grow paler. He knew that her breathing would cease and she would be dead. But he couldn't leave the water. He wasn't a human with two legs who could stride onto the sand and save the day. He would die without the water, and she would die without his help. Frustrated, he began to spalsh the water around him. There was nothing he could do, nothing. The feeling sank into his stomach like a stone and he became sick. At last he tried to splash water onto her face, 'maybe' he thought 'maybe it will wake her.' But she lay there, her breathing becoming more shallow. Tears fell from his eyes and he yelled. "You need to wake up! PLEASE, PLEASE WAKE UP!" Finally he gave up, turning away from her. "I can't watch her die, I can't," he said weeping. That's when he knew what he had to do. He had to be brave, he had to save her. He would die trying to save her if that's what it meant. Turning back around he swam until water barely floated above his fin. He grabbed the sand, pushing himself up onto the shore. Crawling and grabbing at the sand as he was getting closer to being out of the water, and to her. His mouth suddenly became dry, and the air in his lungs was disappearing with every breath. He choked, trying to breath in all the air he could get. But he crawled on, until he finally reached her. Up close he could see that she was beautiful. More beatiful than any creature he had ever seen before. Her long dark hair fell in strands that  tangled all around her. But as he felt his last breath going away, he knew he could't save her. So he would die here, with this beautiful girl that he'd never met before. He kissed her lips, they tasted salty like the sea and sweet like a fruit he had never tasted before. The world went black as the air finally left his lungs.
Leiland awakes to the sound of wood crackling beneath a flame. He opens his eyes  to a world without water, and there staring at him iss the beautiful girl he could not save. "I must be in heaven," He said. The girl smiles and shakes her head in a gesture that says, "no." She streches out her hand and touches his arm, softly at first, then pinching him hard. He flinches away and grabs his arm. "Ow, what did you do that for?!" He asks. She laughs silently and writes in the sand: Not in heaven. He looked up at her, her eyes a dark blue with lashes that seem too long to be real. "Wait, so..I'm alive? You're alive?!" He asks, a smile forming on his lips. She smiles back and nods yes. Looking down he sees he has legs. Real human legs and he's wearing the half burnt sail as covering. At first he doesn't believe they're really his legs, but then he moves them. "How?" He asks her. She shrugs her shoulders and then kisses him. He's stunned at first, his eyes going wide. But he moves into the kiss. It feels like he's tasting fire, her breath is hot in his mouth. He kisses her back, wanting to taste more of the fire. They stay like that awhile, kissing and merging into eachother. Enjoying the fact that they are alive. When they finally pull away she tells him her name by writing it in the sand. Annette, her name iss Annette. She explains about how her ship crashed and how she lost her voice when she was thirteen. She did all of this with charades, and writing in the sand. He tells her all about his life below the ocean and how he found her.
They spent the next three days together, making a raft so that she could sail back home. Slowly they fell in love, and he told her he was going to sail away with her. They ate fish that he caught in the ocean and used pieces of the mast as wood for a fire. By the fourth day he noticed scales slowly spreading across his feet. He tried to hide it from her, but she knew their days together were numbered. By the fifth day the scales were nearly up  past his knees. They hurried to finish the raft, and by the sixth day they had finished. His scales went up to his torso and they knew that day was the last day they would spend together. He held her in arms, stroking her long dark hair. Whispering in her ear that he would follow her, where ever she would go, he would swim to the lengths of the oceans for her. When the sun began to set, and the clouds turned pink as a rose he told her it was time. She put all the supplies she needed on the raft and he helped her push it into the ocean. When he finally transformed he swam by her side, pushing the raft. "I love you." He said. She leaned down and kissed him. They didn't know it would be their last kiss. A wave suddenly came, pushing him from her, the raft almost tipping over. The current was too strong and he couldn't push his way back. Before he knew it she was half a mile away. "ANNETTE!" He screamed her name. "ANNETTE!" He tried to swim to her, but the waves pushed against him, sending him back near the island. He could barely see her, the raft floating away to the setting sun. He dived into ocean, trying to go under the waves, but it was no use. The waves were too strong for him. He emerged from the water and weeped. He had lost his only love.
Seven years later he still goes to Her Island. Every year he will visit Her island, hoping that he'll see that head full of long black hair. Hoping that he will see her standing there, the glow of the fire dancing across her face. But every year he sees only the palm trees and the sand. "All these years I've missed your warmth." He says, closing his eyes and thinking of her dark blue eyes. "Have you missed my warmth on your island?"