Writing Wednesday – 21 June 2017

Writing Wednesday – 21 June 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The word… Dreams.

(The following is a short piece of fiction inspired by my work in progress, Dreamweaver.)

Time has gone by

The dream I stepped into could not be described as the usual scene. It was a chaotic swirl of colours that I am sure were being used to distract the dreamer. Well, maybe not distract, but to completely disorientate and confuse. Different images would flash up that I am sure were relevant to the dreamer.

Images of children being abused, images of someone crying at a party, somebody standing watching a wedding, a man growing old alone. I understood none of it, but then I was not the dreamer in question.

Usually, the dreamer was easy to spot because of their golden aura. However, in this particular instance, I was struggling to find anybody at all. For some reason, my palms felt sweaty and I wipe them on my shirt as I gazed about.

Eventually, I found a young man with tears streaking his face. He looked up as I approached and it radiated his sadness. “I am going to grow old alone,” he muttered.

Suddenly the images made sense. It was supposed to be showing him and everything that was going to go wrong in his life. I held out my hands. “You are all right, this is just a dream and I here to take you from it. My name is Marcus, take my hands and I will get you out. I am sure none of this is going to happen. The dream has been made to try and break you. You are better than that I am sure.”

The child, who could only be about 12, reached to take my hand. “My name is Warren.”

I smiled at him as I began to beat my wings and knock the dream apart. I was satisfied that I would have set him on the right path for the future.

Looking back now, this certainly wasn’t the case. I should have left him broken.

Writing Wednesday: Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Writing Wednesday: Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The word… Technology.

Artificial intelligence

While they were running the college professor turned to his student. “I told you not to try and build artificial intelligence. Have you learnt nothing in your time here?”

The student almost stopped, but the loud crash behind her meant that He Kept running next to the professor. “I have paid attention to everything you said. It was due to this that I thought I would be able to do things differently. You know so it wouldn’t go bad.”

The professor shook his head in disbelief. “There is not a way for it not to go bad. You would have created it to be like us, right? Well, there is your problem. Inherently, we are all power hungry and will always prey on a thing that is weaker than us. The thing is, safer artificial intelligence would not be intelligent. We are talking about things that were before any kind of knowledge about technology. This is why I said never to try it.”

Another crash sounded behind them before the student reluctantly took a remote from her pocket. When the button was pushed there was an explosion as her creation was destroyed. “Sorry,” she remarked as she skidded to a halt.

He put a tentacle on her shoulder. “I suggest you go back and reread the history of the fate of people from earth. We are supposed to be the evolved species. Start behaving like it, youngling.”

Writing Wednesday – 17 May 2017

Writing Wednesday – 17 May 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The word… Starlight.

The Moon’s glow

The girl just stood and stared when the man in front of her became a creature as the moon began to filter through the clouds. She knew that she should have been scared, but somehow, she wasn’t. The man had not just been any man, but he had, in fact, been the love of her life. She briefly looked up at the stars for she returned her eyes to the creature growling in front of her.

She hoped that standing still and remaining with eye contact was the safest option. It was hopeful that the part of her love remained. Hopefully, he would recognise her and no harm would come.

When he said, he needed to show something, this will be the last thing that she was expecting. Until five minutes ago, she would have told you that werewolves were works of fiction and nothing more. There was just no way that she would have believed that this was his big secret.

Unfortunately for her, this head or when part of his plan. You see, he was bored with her and needed to get himself a new toy. The best way to destroy your past was to eradicate it. The man inside the wolf was smiling as he attacked. He thanked the stars that the plan had worked perfectly.

Writing Wednesday – 10 May 2017

Writing Wednesday – 10 May 2017

It is about time that I did a writing Wednesday again.

So, this is where I am going to write a short story based on the word that has come up somewhere during my day. Everybody is free to join in and can do this either by leaving a comment or give me a ping back to your work. I look forward to reading any 🙂

What word am I using for inspiration this week? The word… Underground.

Beneath our feet

I don’t think anybody was going to forget the day that we all figured out what was going on. There had been sinkhole’s opening up almost everywhere, so was no real surprise to wake up on morning and find this had happened at the end of our very road. However, what was unusual where the apparent tremors that everyone was feeling that seemed to be vibrating from hole itself.

Nobody could resist the urge to go and try and look inside. We were all crowded round the rim when we realised that you could actually hear a scratching sound coming from within. We watched in fascination as the began to move towards the bottom. Everybody was excited to see what was going to emerge as nothing had come out of any of the sinkholes that had opened recently.

Mind you, what came out of the ground was certainly not something anyone was prepared for. When ground opened a claw emerged followed quickly by a head attached to a sinuous neck. It wasn’t until the whole thing had climbed out of the dirt that we recognised what it was. A dragon.

We had all thought they were a legend, but this one appeared to be very real as it watched everybody with glowing red eyes.

It seemed as if I was the only person with the common sense to run away. I heard a loud noise and turned round to see that a breath of fire had ignited everybody I called friends, family, neighbours, or just townsfolk.

Nobody else was able to tell the story of the Dragon, and that is when I realised things so probably come out every sinkhole. The earth was about to be taken over by these creatures, and I was the only one that was going to be able to warn people.

I ran.

Writing Wednesday – 19 April 2017

Writing Wednesday – 19 April 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The word… Leaving.

Ready to go

This was it. I was ready to go and start my new life elsewhere. Funny, even though I have always enjoyed travelling to other countries I assume that going home was a bit that I always loved even more than leaving. But, here I was, bag packed, and everything in boxes. This was going to be the last time that I ever walked away from the place that I once called home. From now on, my home was going to be somewhere else and I had mixed feelings about that.

Naturally, excitement was definitely one of the feelings. There was also a twinge of sadness as I thought about everything I was going to leave behind. However, my motto in life was that I would have no regrets. That would apply to this as well. Always looking forwards; never back.

Of all the things that would drive me to leave, I never expected it to be that I stopped liking the place I was in. I could not put my finger on what it was, but my home no longer felt like a place I wanted to be.

One last time, I closed the door, only this time when I locked it I left the keys behind by posting them through the letterbox.

I got in the car and started to drive away. I briefly wondered what my husband would think when he returned home to read my note. I hope that he would understand that I simply had to move on. It was my time, and I was ready to go.

Writing Wednesday – 5 April 2017

Writing Wednesday – 5 April 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The word… Time.

Never enough

Time is something that was always running out for me. I was always late. It became something that I was known for but it was never out of choice.

I always planned to be on time. Everything down to the last detail was all planned out. You know, which days I was going to work on an essay, how long it would take me to get to a place for a meeting, what clothes I was going to wear… Everything.

Things just never quite went to plan. Somebody would ring me up that would delay me leaving, traffic could be filling the road, the clothes I wanted would mysteriously disappear, my computer would forget to save a project, there would be a power cut… Anything.

It was almost like the world was conspiring against me. There was just never enough time for me to be on time or even early.

Writing Wednesday – 8 March 2017

Writing Wednesday – 8 March 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The word… Souls.

The end?

Driving along in my car everything just seemed like a normal day. Suddenly, something hit the car on the side and flipped it onto its roof. I fumbled with the seatbelt and then opened the door hoping that I would just roll out onto the road. Of course, this would be the simple solution and I should have known that something would have stopped that from working out.

I was about halfway out the car when the explosion happened. Everything was on fire, including me, and I heard myself screaming. It was agony. No point in lying to you, because I want this to be a warning. Do not let yourself catch on fire.

Probably sounds like common sense, right? Anyway, I am being serious. I would not wish that kind of pain on my worst enemy so just avoid it.

Inevitably, the pain was too much to bear and I passed out.

That, is my last memory of life. Now I am this spiritual body left wondering the world unclear about what was going to be the way forward. I was never a religious person so I had no belief about what happened to you when you died. To be perfectly honest, I did not really believe in the soul until I became a trapped being floating around existence.

I wonder if I would ever be able to find where to go next?