Friday, November 30, 2012
FAN FRIDAY SUBMISSION
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
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
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.
Taken Down For Editing
Challenge: Make a story based on a tattoo
Feather's Story has been taken down for editing
Saturday, November 24, 2012
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!
Friday, November 23, 2012
Taken Down For Editing
Challenge: Choose a lyric from your favorite song and write a story out of it.
Ink's version is down for editing
The Challenge: Take a lyric from your favorite song and make a story out of it
Picture Credit: http://being-me.deviantart.com/
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?"
Picture Credit: http://being-me.deviantart.com/
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?"
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