#JustJoJan Day 7 & #LyricalFictonFriday – Indelible Marks

My world has changed.

All I see are the four walls surrounding me and they grow closer every second.  I shiver, and the loneliness and dread emanate from me in waves of dark shadows.  How did I get here?  Is there any way out?  As much as I long to escape, I’m unable to move.  My body is heavy and I sink into the ground.

I drift in and out, my eyes opening and closing in languid consistency.

Someone stands above me.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

His voice comes from far away and I try to answer, but my eyes close again. When they drift open, I’m alone.  Where am I?  How do I escape?

The thoughts swirl around my head, chasing each other across my drifting vision.  I reach out to catch them but my hand closes around nothing.

He’s back with the same question.

My mouth moves, but no sound comes out, so I shake my head.

“Do you remember what happened?

A bright light shatters my vision and I’m falling into darkness.


Someone is screaming.

I look in all directions and finally see some light coming in through a window.  The screaming voice is coming from a girl kneeling by the window, rocking back and forth. I move closer and realize the window is shattered and the glass covers the ground.  I’m closer now.  I see a piece of glass in her hand and she’s covered in blood.

“Hey, stop doing that!”  I reach forward to grab the glass.

She looks up at me and my world shatters.


My eyes open and I’m back in the room with the four walls.  I feel tears falling from my eyes, dripping down my neck.  I lift my arms to wipe them away and I finally see.  Bandages cover both my arms but my memory has returned.  Before the bandages covered them, I remember making each cut with precise dread; indelible marks that can never be forgotten.

When the man returns, I answer his question with resigned futility.

#LyricalFictionFriday is brought to us by Simply Marquessa. The lyric prompt she chose was: I’m living in an empty room, with all the windows smashed…” from the song Walking on Broken Glass by Annie Lennox.

Just Jot It January is hosted by Linda G. HillThe word prompt for today is “indelible” brought to us by Ruth at Image and Word.

#1MinFiction – Sammy’s First Christmas

I run in the house and make a bee-line for Mom.  She’s standing in the middle of the room and I almost knock her over in my enthusiasm.  She laughs, which encourages me to jump up and lap my tongue against her face.

“Sammy, down!”

I plop down and glance back up just to make sure she isn’t really mad.  It’s then I notice the smell.  It’s the woods, but it’s in the house.  I glance up at Mom and turn my head to the side, confused.

“What is it, Sammy?”

I start following the smell and finally find it.  What are the woods doing in the house?

“It’s the Christmas tree.  What do you think, girl?”

I sniff and continue moving closer and closer.  I try to resist, but honestly, the humans must know what happens in the woods.  My leg lifts.

“Sammy!  No!”

#1MinFiction is brought to us by Nortina at Lovely Curses.  Please feel free to click the link and join in the fun.

Admission time… this was not written in one minute.  I think I need more practice in order to do it, but I did try and will keep trying.

For other Sammy stories, click here.

#LyricalFictonFriday – Whisper My Name

Her parting words resonated through Blake’s head as he boarded his flight.  He was expecting hurt and pain and a lot of pleading, but that didn’t happen.  When he told her he was leaving, she’d sat in perfect silence, staring at her hands.  He bumbled through the words he’d rehearsed over and over again, repeating things he’d already said until he fell silent as well.

He’d realized then that he should have left in the middle of the night like all the rest.  He’d almost done it, but he’d changed his mind at the last minute.  He was hoping that everything they’d shared would be enough.

They’d sat in silence for what seemed like hours, until she finally lifted her head.  With one tear slowing trailing its way down her cheek, she whispered, “You won’t live long enough to regret this.”

Even though he should have expected it, he was still shocked.  “You will always have a place in my heart, Elsa, and I wish nothing but the best for you.  I’m truly sorry it had to end this way.”

The only response he’d received was a slight nod, but her eyes spoke volumes.  They glittered with unshed tears and a hardness that he’d seen plenty of times before, but never directed at him.

He felt some relief once he was settled on the plane.  He watched with anticipation as it lifted off the runway.  He should have felt free, but a chill slowly crept up his spine and he shivered.  He bent down and pulled a small blanket out of his pack.  He pulled it up over his shoulders and leaned his chair back.  He needed to try and get some sleep before landing.


It was cold and dark.  He tried to raise his hand, but the blanket was too heavy. He turned his head, trying to find a light, but there was only darkness.


He lurched from the sound and tried to move again, but it was no use.


It was closer now.  Sweat dripped down his face, but he was shivering from cold and fear.


The scream shattered the air and he felt something sharp and hard slam into his chest.  He tried to scream, but realized he couldn’t breathe.  His whole body lurched again, trying to breathe, to move, to live; but it was no use.  He was falling.


“Sir, are you okay?”

Someone was shaking him and he somehow managed to drag himself from the pit.  He slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.  Two seconds later, he was yelling from the pain.

“Sir, what happened?  Are you hurt?”

He yanked his shirt up to see where the pain was coming from.  His chest was black and blue.  “What the hell?”

“We’re going to be landing soon.  Are you alright?”

He looked up at the flight attendant and shook his head.  His thoughts were racing so fast, he couldn’t form words, and the pain was getting worse.  He closed his eyes to try and escape the terror.  Elsa’s face appeared in front of him, still whispering his name.

The tightness in his chest grew with each whisper until it finally exploded and he succumbed to the darkness.

#LyricalFictionFriday is brought to us by Simply Marquessa. The lyric prompt she chose was: I’m locked and loaded…completely focused…my mind is open…” from the song Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande.

I’m so excited to have a day off.  I’m even more excited that I actually wrote something, and I’m planning to be a whole lot more present on the blog from here on out.  I hope you’re ready! 🙂

Happy Friday everyone!