the secret child
They can't look in, I can't have friends, they must never know of my life. I will always be alone, always be watching out the window, always hiding from the Ren that search. The curtains are closed, the baby blue gates always blocking the view of beautiful gray buildings. I haven't been outside since I was a child, since I was 6. I still remember the sky, a blue masterpiece with sections erased by white clouds.
Now I only see the sky in my books. The cage of my existence haunts me, closing in, breaking my soul, my heart. Crushing who I am, who I was. I know I have to be patient. But- WHY is it this way? WHY can I not break free, WHY did they do this WHY- Do I hear footprints? NO. They aren't Carl's. NO. It's not time to eat anyway. NO. It isn't the testers. NO. They took my blood yesterday. NO. It's the Ren. NO.
I run to the door, the blue door, blue like the wallpaper. It's hidden. I go through, I'm in the dark, I breathe. I hate the dark, but I hate the Ren more. Mom says they are evil monsters who kill good children. That's why I'm hidden, hidden away. I have to stay hidden. Carl says that they feed on the blood of children and that they hate the color blue. They wear red all the time. They have scary powers, like shapeshifting, and they hate all children who are like me, who are hurt and need to get tested every month. I'm silent, and I hear them look through my stuff as I cry. They say things in a completely foreign language, they are loud, they are evil. I hear them open the door but they can't take me, take me away from Mom or Carl, or the doctors. They can't! I can't go! I'm all alone.
Mom said, Carl said so I know it's true.
If you are taken by the Ren, you will never be found again.
I Was Made for Loving You!
Valentine's Day is coming up. That means I got a few Valentines themed challenges for everyone.
I didn't go to crazy with my themed challenges this time around, mainly because I just thought of this challenge half an hour ago. Regardless, I have eight new challenges for everyone to try out.
All challenges will end on February 28. Enter one, enter two, or enter in all of these fantastic and lovely theme challenges. If you have any questions about these challenges or what I may be looking for in these challenges, please feel free to send a message and ask me any time. And, of course, don't forget to tag me.
POETRY
Title: Love Poem
Description: Write a poem to your significant other. If you're single, write a poem to someone you are infatuated with.
Word Count: 15-250
Link: www.theprose.com/challenge/13676
ROMANCE/EROTICA
Title: Erotic Prose
Description: If this is your thing, write something erotic. Poetry or story. Any style or format welcome.
Word Count: No limit
Link: www.theprose.com/challenge/13675
NONFICTION
Title: Valentine's Day
Description: What's something you like to do on Valentine's Day, either with someone or by yourself?
Word Count: No limit
Link: www.theprose.com/challenge/13674
REVIEWS
Title: I Love This Movie
Description: What's your favorite romance film you enjoy watching on Valentine's Day? If you got more than one favorite, list them out.
Word Count: 15-300
Link: www.theprose.com/challenge/13673
LGBT
Title: Love is Love
Description: Write a poem or short story involving an LGBT couple.
Word Count: 15-2000
Link: www.theprose.com/challenge/13672
SCIENCE FICTION
Title: Love Across the Stars
Description: Write a short story or poem about a long-distance relationship across different planets or galaxies.
Word Count: 15-2000
Link: www.theprose.com/challenge/13671
HORROR
Title: My Bloody Valentine
Description: Write a short horror story set on Valentine's Day.
Word Count: 15-1500
Link: www.theprose.com/challenge/13670
COMEDY
Title: For All the Single Folks
Description: Being single can suck sometimes, but it doesn't have to be that way. Write a funny poem or story about being single on Valentine's Day.
Word Count: 15-500
Link: www.theprose.com/challenge/13669
#themechallenges #love #romance #ValentinesDay #fun #writing
This Happened Yesterday
“What was the funniest thing that happened today?”
The question looked out of my new journal. I didn’t know, so I sat pondering for a while. Then I leaned over my shoulder and asked to nobody in particular: “Hey, what was the funniest thing that happened today?” My brothers were washing the dishes. The youngest, drying a plate with a warm red towel, instantly shouted “This one!” and immediately afterwards the sink made a funny noise and a LOT of dishwater glugged up the drain, like extra gross backwash. I don’t think that was planned, but everybody laughed. So that’s what I put in my journal: when I asked and the sink glugged.
Planted, Placeholder.
The pustules of flower arrangements bloomed
like unwanted pimples all over her second-floor
apartment. All bargain bin floral patterns
on pillows and a pistachio colored carpet
serving as some form of greenery.
Long gone were her days of prancing around
her mothers Pollock-like garden of potted plants,
pebbled paths, and wildflowers.
A place that still made sense
when you could look at the big picture.
Now at 27, the reality of things had penetrated
her bones and although she persisted that she
didn’t miss the outside, she knew the pain in her
body was like an unwanted party guest that she
had no choice but to host.
Life did not take pity on her, so she had to settle
for the peonies and painted daisies as interpreted
by some artist, who, like her,
would have their life’s work sold at half price.
Thrifted prizes to place around her overpriced loft.
It was her way of growing a garden from inside her prison.
It was this or taking the little green pills.
#poemoftheday #rhyming #rhyme #floralpoetry #sadpoem #depression #medicine #poet #femalepoet #alejandrabastids #mychemicalhoemance
End it all
Crying, I scratch "it isn't your fault" on a crumbled, tear soaked paper from an old school binder. Maybe if I had more time, things would have worked out? Maybe in another life, but this life is too much. I continued scrawling goodbyes on a page, then I remembered, no one is going to care to even read it. I'm ending it all for the good of the people.
Once the deed was done, the town held a memorial in his honor. The chess club he was in had a uniform made in his honor and retired his number. His obituary reached the whole community and brought families closer together. Mental health became the priority it should have been. The funeral was a celebration of life celebrated by classmates, family and friends, sharing their favorite moments and memories with him.
Though he wasn't with us, he made us realize the signs we missed when he was with us. We made a mistake, but we don't blame ourselves. We learn what goes through their mind and offer help and listen when they talk.
Madness
diving deeper
into twisted minds.
the truest horror
lies buried
in the psyche,
as the worst monsters
can be freed
from our ribcage
with the slightest touch.
an illustration
of the descent
into madness
told
through the thin lens
of fiction.
spiraling
into the dark
because reading
about other people's madness
is easier
than facing
my own.
