Vicious Spring - Chelsey

Vicious Spring




Use these words in a story: Include these words to write the story Vicious Spring.
Daisy, heat, tendril, meander, painful, stone, bubble, stalk, meat, swallow.

Vicious Spring

Written by Chelsey 

The changing of seasons will always be one that shows a love and hate relationship between the Gods. It is the changing of the guard as one would say. 

As the season starts, we can watch a bud start to form on the top of a flower and the tendril form of a vine, we see the good of the returning of life and we are happy. We see the bubble of the water as it melts from the ice. We look to the field and see the stalk push out of the ground, well on its way to form the petals of the daisy. Flowers that will fill the horizon with color. We feel the welcome heat from the sun as it rises to warm the earth and make way for all the new life. As the season begins anew, people begin to meander along the paths, instead of rushing for the nearest shelter to get out of the cold. In the spring, we start to see the frogs begin to climb on the stones to soak in the warmth that will give them the energy to begin the day. Soaking in all the wonder that is the new beginning known as spring, one can swallow all the painful thoughts, the hurt of a cold, hard, past. 

This new beginning, this returning of warmth and activity, it surrounds us like a warm meal. It is the meat and potatoes of our lives. It gives us the energy and strength to carry on through the good times and the bad. It brings us out of the dark and leads us to the light. 

The Gods, however, do not see this change like we do. The spring is about hard work and painful growth. The painful way that things must go in order to thrive. The daisy must push aside the stone to even have a glance at the sun. While the water bubbles from the ground, it is quickly swallowed back in, quicker due to the dry, thawing ground that aches for the moisture. The heat that is so desperately needed for life, reaches out in tendrils, teasing, not giving its full strength to the air or the ground. The corn stalks are made to push through weeds that grow quicker than the meat on their seeds. Weeds meander through the fields, choking out the crops that do not grow quickly enough. 

Spring is a time of happiness and renewal for the people of the world. But to the plants and animals of the world, it is a time of work. A time to take back and fight for the space to grow and flourish. This season may seem easy to us, but it is a time of war for the earth and its creatures.

Vicious Spring - Kelly

 
Use these words in a story: Include these words to write the story Vicious Spring.
Daisy, heat, tendril, meander, painful, stone, bubble, stalk, meat, swallow.

Vicious Spring

Written by Kelly

The spring was supposed to be beautiful, not painful. It was supposed to be a nice temperature, not this killer heat that made it feel like your face would melt off. Daisy looked up the stone path and took a deep breath. She could feel herself swallow, it felt as if her spit traveled all the way down to her stomach. The meander of the path was dark and creepy. Daisy slowly looked at her feet. She should be moving the other way, running as fast as she can. She willed her feet to work but it was as if the vine tendrils were holding her feet down. Then as if her brain finally connected her feet started moving. Faster and faster running down the path. Daisy happened to look to her left where a wolf was standing. It made her run faster. After a while she stopped to listen, she couldn’t hear the man that had stalked her into the forest in the first place. He had looked at her as if she were a piece of meat he could devour. She started running again, this path had to lead somewhere. She saw a river, the water was full of rapids but there was a house on the other side if she could just get across she could get help. Daisy took a step into the water it was freezing but she pushed through. The water was strong but she trudged on. She was halfway across when her foot slipped. Daisy fell, her head hit a rock. She would defiantly feel that later. She got back on her feet and slowly took a few more steps. There wasn’t much farther for her to go. Daisy stepped right into a hole she could feel her ankle snap, and she fell hitting her head again. This time she didn’t feel anything, her last breath bubbled to the surface.

Knowing Secrets - Chelsey

Here is our prompt today:

Fill in the blanks.

Fill in the blanks with one of the words here – or something else entirely! – and write the story. Use a different word and write a different story.

“Hey, take it easy.”

“Don’t tell me to take it easy! Would you be able to take it easy if your _______ was _______?

Mother, Boyfriend, evil, gorgeous, dead, missing, psychologist

 

Taking this to another level, I am adding that all people involved will have names that begin with the same letter. In this case, I was struck with the idea that they will all start with “M”

 Knowing Secrets

Written by Chelsey

“Hey, take it easy.”

“Don’t tell me to take it easy! Would you be able to take it easy if your psychologist was evil?”

“Well….. I don’t have a psychologist so…..”

“Oh, shut up.”

God that boy annoys me. How could that…. That…. Crazy, annoying, petulant, CHILD be the man that I love? Why do I love him so much when he is so darn annoying in times like this? Does he not understand WHY this is so overly concerning to me?

“Jeeze Marina, I think you are over-reacting on this one. Do you really think Dr. Mario is evil?” Markus says with an exacerbated sigh.

I almost scream at him but control my voice because we are in public instead of back at the apartment. “You were not there! I am SURE that Dr. Mario is evil. I just can’t prove at this second. Doing so would ruin everything! I mean, yeah, it would help things when it comes to HIM, but proving it would put our lives and everything we have worked for……” I leave the thought hanging.

“So the only proof you have would connect you to him and reveal yourself? Are you sure of that?” Markus looks at me with a quizzical look in his eyes that hides the passion for the subject of….. me.

“YES! Because the only reason that I know anything is because he was… shall we say ‘working’ and I was…. Arriving at that time. I saw him changing so he could blend into the crowd, just as he saw me changing so that I could step in to help” MAN! There are too many people around! I feel like I must speak in code!

“Marina. On a side note…. How the HECK do you change anyway? I just always assumed tha…..”
     “NOT THE POINT! MARKUS!” I say in a harsh whisper. “We do NOT need to go down that road. You know what happened last time! You made me ‘demonstrate’ and we ended up in bed all day and the bank got robbed down the street! How is THAT helpful to the town?”

Markus looks at me with a sly look and a pleased smile “Well it sure made ME feel happy and safe…” The look of lust in his eyes could be seen by NASA it was so clear!

“Going down the wrong road right now dear” I almost giggle. “BACK to the matter at hand. What am I going to do? I cannot keep seeing him every week! Especially since he knows who I am as well. I just CAN’T! And then what am I going to do? I don’t know of any other therapist taking in people right now…. At least not any that have a rep for not spilling the beans when they hear about what I do…”

“You could….. talk to me ya know…” Markus says quietly, a look of utter betrayal edging on his face.

“Oh, sweetie. I know I can. But however, you know….. you don’t have the schooling to help me work out all the in’s and out’s…. and I definitely can’t talk about YOU and our….. experiences.” I drop my voice to almost a whisper. “Some of which would just cause you to try to recreate them instead of helping understand anything.” I am rewarded with a wink from the crazy sex freak across the table from me.

“Ok… ok…. So let’s think about this.” Markus replies as he finally starts to take this seriously. “Are you in need of a new therapist RIGHT now? Or can we do some research and take some time?”

“While I am worried about going back to him, I am more worried about him knowing and deciding that my secret is a tool to use against me!” I look around, feeling shy suddenly.

And there is a good reason. Dr. Mario is crossing the street and his eyes have LOCKED with mine. I don’t see any sign of anger or malice though.

“Shit”

“Marina,” He says in a bright clear voice “I only will bother you for a moment.”

“Dr. Mario. Good to see you out of the office! May I buy you some coffee?” I push myself to smile and act as if this is normal for us as to not raise suspicion.

“No thank you.” Dr. Mario says with a small, lopsided grin. “I will make this short and sweet. As your therapist, I want you to know that everything you tell me is confidential. Even what happens OUTSIDE my office.” As his eyes dart around the small café, I quickly make eye contact with Markus as if to say that I am unsure how to proceed.

“Moving forward, I will let you know that as long as your biggest enemy is not the topic of conversation, I don’t see a problem continuing our arrangement. I won’t let our…… knowledge…. Effect your therapy. Unless you do not feel comfortable. I know you have your work and I have mine. Does this seem….. workable to you?”

               “Ummm…. Can I get back to you about that?” I am genuinely confused by all of this right now.

               “Of course. Please know, since we know more….. about each other, it will change our talks a little more, but if you can separate our work from personal, I will too. I will also give you the name of the therapist that is highly recommended by others with your…. Condition. If you wish to change your therapy fully to her, I will understand, but I wish for you to know that I can continue to help with your personal relationships. I take it this is Markus?” Dr. Mario says quickly as he turns to lock eyes with Markus.

               “Yes” I say in utter shock that we are having this conversation out in the middle of a public area. “This is my fiancé Markus.”

               “Markus, if at some point you feel that you would like to address your feelings and your pull toward being submissive toward”

               “ENOUGH!” I almost shout. “Not the place or the time. I will take all of this into consideration and will contact you before our next therapy session. Okay?” I don’t think I have ever felt like crawling into a hole as much as I do right now.
               “Alright. I look forward to seeing you next week. However, I will let you know that your coffee is going to get cold. I hear that Mental Spectre is headed to city hall today. Don’t worry. Manic Mentalist will not be there, but maybe you could call….. Martial Mistress to stop him? I could stay here with Markus and keep him company?” Dr. Mario says with a simple shake of his head. At that moment, a blast can be heard from downtown. “Ah, I see he is running early today. GO! While I may be on the dark side of things, even I need a day off. I won’t cause trouble today”

               “Markus? You know….” I start

               “Go Marina. I know. For some reason…. I feel safe right now with Dr. Mario. I’ll be alright”

               As I try to stand without seeming in a hurry to run, grabbing my bag from under the table all I can think is that having my greatest enemy as my therapist might not be so bad. Now, if I could just change this costume to not ride up at inappropriate moments…. Life could be good.