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Hidden Mesage: #StoryADay May; Day Twenty-Four

The Prompt:

  • Write a story with a hidden message.

  • Fair Warning: Potentially NSFW; language and suggestive themes.

“Escape from this Hell”

I’m grounded again. Grounded – and for what? Having a good time? Really – who the hell am I hurting? No one. It’s not even like Mom is ever here. Oh, no! She’s a hell of a lot more into having her own good time – and there’s no one who will ground her. Even though she’s abandoned me – or would that be negLect?

Or is it both?

Does it even matter? Parents do just whatever the hell they want to. Dear dead Daddy just walked off like I was nothing to him – had to make a new tropical model daughter. And Mom’s off fucking anyone she can – but I’m not supposed to want anyone, or anything.

There’s no place for ME here! And yet, here I am, stuck here where there’s only space, but none really for me, except what I’ve made in my own room – and what I said in big letters. I’m putting this in the wine bottle as soon as I get it emptied – so, if you find this, please – read carefully, and notice my capital effort at escape from this hell.

Marilyn Morgan

What is Marilyn trying to say?

Will anyone receive her message?

If they do, will they understand?

Why exactly is she grounded?

Any guesses?

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Hidden Mesage: #StoryADay May; Day Twenty-Four

The Prompt:

  • Write a story with a hidden message.

Standard disclaimer. I don’t own them, I don’t profit from them, but they insist on telling me their stories, so I’m sharing them with you.

Prompt Words:

kitndavj:

  • Aerobics

  • Photophobia

  • diatomaceous

  • stockholm

  • rhombus

  • Stonefish

  • Red Coral

  • Triangle, Rectangle, Circle, Oval, Square (childrens’ song- my 4yo loves it).

  • Spinifex

  • Stratigraphy

  • Mitral Valve Prolapse (in honour of actress who played Liz Cutler on the show)

  • Epoxy

  • Resin

And now I offer you:

Topics of Consideration

From Soval, Ambassador to T’Pol, Scientific Attache, on extended Terran exploration:

Topics of consideration for future independent research (adapted shape suggests a
triangle for motion):

  • Terran epoxy and resin production (circle arranged to intersect the triangle, indicates diversity).

  • Photophobia in nocturnal species.

  • Marine animals: red coral and stonefish (approximate a rhombus signifying multiple perspectives).

  • Mitral valve prolapse and aerobic activity (oval of approval).

  • Spinifex grasses and stratigraghy of Terra (square indicating authority of the High Command).

  • Diatomaceous earth (rectangle to indicate authority stretched to accommodate alternative approaches and explorations).

  • Stockholm Syndrome in Terran captives (a contextual suggestion of self-liberation).

Why is Soval coding this meesage?

What would happen if the High Command discovered it?

Will T’Pol understand his intent?’

And what is that intent, precisely?

Any guesses?

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The Pros and Cons of Staying Here for #StoryADay May; Day Twenty-Three

The Prompt:

  • Write a story in the form of a list.

The Pros and Cons of Staying Here:

Pros:

  • (I guess I’ll come back to this…can’t think of a single one right now…)

Cons:

  • The baby is already a lost cause; it’s going to die, and there’s nothing anyone can do to change that, because people need brains to live, and this baby doesn’t have one (I need to stop crying about this; it doesn’t seem to bother Marilyn at all, even when I can get her to talk about being pregnant, which is almost never, even though her belly is getting huge).

  • I’m not helping Marilyn get off drugs (even rehab can’t do that, apparently, so how the hell would I be able to, when I’m virtually a stranger to her?)

Pros:

  • (I’ve still got nothing. Need to try harder, but – )

Cons:

  • I’m already trying as hard as I can, and it’s not working (I feel old and used-up, and I only turned sixteen five months ago! If I stay here much longer, I’m going to be an old woman inside by the time everything’s said and done – if it ever even is. What will she be like, after this baby is born, and dies?)

  • I fucking hate this house (I feel like it’s sucking away my life and my soul, and maybe like it’s already turned Marilyn into a husk of a human. There’s things she’s not telling me about growing up here, I’m sure of that. She’s been poisoned, somehow, more than by the drugs, I mean…)

Pros:

  • (Nope – nothing yet. There’s got to be something, hasn’t there?)

Cons:

  • Marilyn is often abusive, destructive, sometimes even violent (Need to ask Mom to send some money to cover the security deposit if I can’t get the walls scrubbed clean where she wrote on them, and my wrists are sore where she grabbed me yesterday, and I’m afraid she’s going to keep escalating…)

  • She’s secretive, and I know she’s hiding drugs, and fucking guys every chance she gets in order to score more (she’ll take anything, and screw anyone, it seems, as long as she can score her next fix. She takes so many drugs, it’s maybe a wonder she’s still alive at all…and she might not be, at any moment, and then I’ll have to deal with a pregnant corpse, and I have no idea if I can handle that and I need to stop thinking this way and find something positive, damn it, so I can go to sleep, because there’s no telling when the next explosion is coming and think positive damn it -)

Pros:

  • (Damn it – I need to think of something – anything! – that makes all this worthwhile for anyone involved…but what, when there doesn’t seem to be one good thing about any of this?)

Cons:

  • Marilyn blames me for everything that’s wrong in her life (well, maybe not that, or not exactly that. More like she blames my existence, or my mom and our dad, even though Mom didn’t know he was married and already had a child, and she didn’t expect to get pregnant the very first time she had sex, and, well, I really can’t say a damned thing to exonerate a father I’ve never known, except that I know Mom has good taste, and he must have talked a very good game…)

  • I don’t think I’m strong enough to handle this (and I know that Marilyn isn’t. She’s unhinged, lost in her damage, and no one can help her, not even the professionals, so how the hell am I supposed to help her? And yet…she does need help, needs someone, needs love maybe more than anyone I’ve ever met in my life – wait, maybe that’s it…)

Pros:

  • She needs me (and maybe I need her, too…)

Will Ophelia be able to think of anything to add to the pro list?

What about the cons?

Is this one pro enough to keep her here?

Any guesses?

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Research List: #StoryADay May; Day Twenty-Three

The Prompt:

  • Write a story in the form of a list.

Standard disclaimer. I don’t own them, I don’t profit from them, but they insist on telling me their stories, so I’m sharing them with you.

Prompt Words from kitndavj:

  • The words make up the list, today.

And now I offer you…

Research List: Words and Imagery from the Mind of a Human Male Called Trip; Pending Inquiry into the Nature of the Unexplained Telepathic Contact Which Precipitated My Sensing of These Disordered and Seemingly Random Thoughts (With Notation of Extraneous Information, When Available).

  • Auburn

  • Heather

  • Sheetbend

  • Truckie’s Hitch

  • Cadmium Yellow

  • Over-clock

  • Crash Test Dummy

  • Boot

  • Strewth

  • Drop Bear

  • Afterburner

  • Bubble Witch

  • Fan fiction

  • Angry Dome

  • Gherkin

  • Clydesdale

  • Annuity

  • Bandsaw

  • DeLorian

  • Wire Rope Sling

  • Greenstick fracture

  • Sexting

  • Essence of Catafray

  • Gruen

  • Couch Jumping

  • TARDIS

  • Stepford Wife

  • Scooter

  • Hoverboard

  • Red Panda

  • Gecko

  • cricket (apparently a game of some nature; not the Terran insect of the same nomenclature)

  • brony

  • Babbage & Lovelace

  • underpants gnomes

  • Lego

  • Lady Gaga

  • panda

  • wombat

  • horse on a spaceship

  • Pianola

  • Chlorination

  • Triceratops (an extinct species)

  • Oak

  • Polymer

  • platypus (human nomenclature is illogical in the extreme, if these species designations are any indication).

Why is T’Pol intent on researching these words and phrases?

What does she hope to gain by this?

Will her research be productive?

Any guesses?

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“Space Smells Like Cinnamon” for #StoryADay May; Day Twenty-Two

The Prompt:

  • Write a story (set in your novel’s world) that makes sensation a priority. Use all five senses.

“Space Smells Like Cinnamon”

“Space smells like cinnamon.”

Was that her own voice, sounding so hollow and space-emptied? So small in the vastness and the endless cold?

But why would that matter? Whether she said it or someone else did – maybe her couch, but then she is her couch, and her couch is her, and, together, they are the sum of the universe – it’s still true.

Space smells like cinnamon. So she says it again, and again, until all those sibilant “s” sounds get spikily pierced and punched by the sharp “p” and “k”. The other sounds – the “l”, “m”, and “n” are the salve that soothes the soreness, and the vowels are gentle breezes – carrying the smell of cinnamon.

“Space smells like cinnamon. Space smells like cinnamon. Space smells like cinnamon.”

This is the entire truth of the universe – and she would know. She is the universe – well, she and the couch. Together, they are everything, everything, everything. They are cinnamon-scented space, and the feel of the words – their taste, which is cinnamon and cold vast emptiness.

But they’re only mostly empty, contained in a skin of stars numbingly cold and penetrated by the points the sharp sounds had poked into them – those are their stars, the fires burning forever and forever and forever on their skin, because they are infinite.

Infinite, endless.

They touch everything, and nothing. They are everything, and they are a vacuum. They hold everything, and feel nothing at all.

All.

Everything.

Nothing.

No one.

Space smells like cinnamon, and tastes like existence.

Marilyn sinks into the couch, and the universe, and wonders why she’s everything, and still feels so all alone.

What’s going on with Marilyn?

Is she going to be okay?

Where is Ophelia?

Any guesses?

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“Splendiforous Superlative Sublime Sensory Spectacular!” #StoryADay May; Day Twenty-Two

The Prompt:

  • Write a story (set in your novel’s world) that makes sensation a priority. Use all five senses.

Standard disclaimer. I don’t own them, I don’t profit from them, but they insist on telling me their stories, so I’m sharing them with you.

Prompt Words:

kitndavj:

  • potato

  • angelhair

  • orchid

  • Opiate

  • Matisse

  • Burgundy

  • Alliteration

  • Onomatopoeia

  • Violin

  • Flute

  • Silk

  • Mini m&m’s

  • Honeyeater

  • Hummingbird

  • Kingfisher

  • Cheesecake

And now I offer you…

“Splendiferous Superlative Sublime

Sensory Spectacular!”

“Mmm….smells amazing!”

“Pan-fried catfish, broccoli, garlic-mashed potatoes; shrimp scampi with angelhair pasta. Key lime cheesecake, with mini M&M’s for snacking. Sit down.”

“Where did you find a burgundy and pink orchid?”

“Matisse Nursery, back home. Short-sheeted the couch with silk sheets, too.”

“Aren’t you eating?”

“First, music. Violin and flute.”

“’The Honeyeater, the Hummingbird, and the Kingfisher’ – why?”

“It’s your Splendiferous Superlative Sublime Sensory Spectacular.”

“You and your alliteration. Why?”

“Operation Opiate. Forget your troubles in sensation, big brother. Boom!”

“And onomatopoeia, too? You’re pulling out all the stops, Lizzie.”

“Is it working?”

“There’s a reason I’m the engineer.”

Will Lizzie’s tactic work?

Can Trip enjoy her gestures?

Is this his last supper as a free man?

Any guesses?

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“Dave Morgan’s Tropical Bastard” for #StoryADay May; Day Twenty-One

The Prompt:

  • Write a story focusing on an aspect of society that matters to you/your story. How did society get to the place where this is important?

Fair Warning: This story deals with biases, and includes language and adult themes. NSFW or younger kids.

“Dave Morgan’s Tropical Bastard”:

“That’s Dave Morgan’s tropical bastard, isn’t it?”

The two women look right at Ophelia – they don’t even have the decency to pretend they’re not gossiping about her. Another reason to hate this pretentious gated community. Back home, no one ever mentioned or even cared that her father had never been in the picture, that he had a wife and daughter on the mainland, or that Ophelia’s mom had succumbed to his charms during a long hot Hawaiian night beneath a full moon.

That type of thing happens. Who would judge anyone else for having normal human desires, and sometimes getting swept away by them?

Back home, no one.

Here – here, it seems that everyone has an opinion, and thinks that her father had done wrong by his wife and daughter. That was something Ophelia could completely agree with – he’s made a promise to his wife, gotten her pregnant, and then gone off and fucked a very young girl. Listening to Mom talk about it, those weeks they spent together were almost magical – until she told him she thought she was pregnant, and then he’d begged off, using the wife and child back home as his ‘get out of jail free’ card, like it was all a game.

Still, her mother had mourned more the loss of the dream that he’d really loved her. Gram and Gramps had been thrilled to know they were going to have a grandbaby, and helped Mom take care of her, and lavished her with love always. They still call her Pearl, and tell everyone that she’s the smartest, most beautiful treasure anyone in their family ever found on the beach.

Back home, people understand that babies don’t pick the way they’re born, and sometimes people make mistakes that lead them to wonderful places.

But here, judging others and pointing out that judgment seems to be everything – a way for some to put themselves above others, as though everything is a game that earns points, and cutting her down earns a high score.

She hasn’t heard a single person express any compassion at all for the young Hawaiian girl who was impregnated by a man who never told her he was already married; a girl too young to think to ask the questions that would have exposed his lies before he ever exposed his penis.

She wonders if any of these people ever consider that, if her m0ther knew, at the age of sixteen, what questions to ask, Ophelia would never have been born – and she enjoys being alive, and tries to make positive differences in the lives of others…

And that that’s what had led her here, to help Marilyn – even though she isn’t any older than Mom was when she got pregnant, even though all these fine ladies in their fine clothes almost certainly have more available resources than she does, and all they do is turn up their noses at Cara and Joe Morgan’s junkie kid.

Some people have very backwards ideas about what matters.

How does Ophelia respond to the prejudicial comments?

Does she say what she’s thinking?

Does she ask for help helping Marilyn?

Any guesses?

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