CREATIVE WRITING CHALLENGE!

[JANE EYRE]

Okay, so, since I've been having muse issues I've been doing a lot of little blurbs and poems to get my creative juices flowing. SO! I am proposing a Creative Writing Challenge. Every time your muse(s) decides to be difficult, post something unrelated to RC here that was/is written in an attempt to regain control over the rebellious muse.

***Also, to make it fun, any gifs that are related to how you're feeling are welcome!




I'll go ahead and begin with a poem I wrote today after trying to do a short story, hating the short story, but liking the first paragraph, so I turned said paragraph into this poem

Earthbound

There was light, so little
Stretching to fill the darkened room.
Not quite.
Softening his usually sharp, unforgiving features,
Melting them into
Appealing lines, handsome angles
Pleasant irregularities.
Eyes, pale and cold, spark
And are beacons
They shine, real color
Bright blue in a sea of amber
All else, skin and hair,
Even with the gold spun into its brown,
Sienna shades.
And his skin
What was, by the bright light of day
Untouchable
Now ethereal
The sheen of sweat left over from
Hours of laboring in the heat
Painting his skin
Eyes travel, lazy, following
The tiny beads
Over his high forehead,
Down his aquiline nose, high cheek bones
Down the muscled column of his neck
Disappearing into the collar of his shirt
He, a man, like any other,
Ceased being human
Known, in the darkened room
An abstract sits in place
Ineffable
Too beautiful for this world
And its truths

Feeling really bad about scraping a novel idea I've been nursing for almost a year :

[ÉPONINE THÉNARDIER]

Wanted

Anthony Reizner has ruined my life.

I was supposed to compete for Miss South Carolina next year! I have been the Ultimate Grand Supreme Crown Winner at almost every pageant in the state since I was twelve. I've been competing since I was eighteen months old. My daddy gave me my own room in our house to display all of my crowns. Thousands of dollars spent, hundreds of dresses worn, scores of routines memorized. Weeks of skipping dinner. Dozens of meals emptied into the toilet. Effing liposuction at age sixteen!

Anthony Reizner and that little pink plus sign have made it all for nothing.

I should have known better. I should have known not to be taken in by him. I saw how he had taken his girlfriend, Mel, and changed her from a vibrant, confident new girl to a pitiful plaything covered in bruises. I had never been friends with Mel, but I kind of envied her when she first came here from New York. She seemed not to care what everyone thought about her, even though her step-dad was the hockey coach and her stepbrother was one of the star players. She helped me in biology. Honestly, if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have the grades I needed to compete in pageants. She had this wacky fear of fire and wanted nowhere near the Bunsen burner, but that was okay. I was a bit jealous when she got Tony's attention at the Ice Ball and he started to date her. She wasn't even especially pretty. Just normal.

When he came to me and asked me if I wanted a night out, I should have known to say no. Mel was gone at some camp somewhere. He told me that he'd fallen out of love with her, and that he had realized that I was the one he'd wanted all along. I believed him. It felt so ... amazing, to be wanted for once. I was being wanted for more than just the money I would win or the crowns I would earn. I thought he wanted me for more than just my looks, more than just my body. I was wrong. He took me out, and we had a great time. I didn't think about the fact that I was out with another girl's boyfriend. Then, he took me home. It was just kissing at first, just making out. I told myself that there was a line I wouldn't cross, but he pushed my boundaries so expertly that I gave in and gave him everything.

The next morning, he wasn't even there. He left me some clothes that he had left for Mel. They didn't fit. I was much taller than Mel. He left me the keys to his car and a note that told me thanks and to drive myself home. I did. I went home and I sat on the floor in the crown room. It was all so sparkly and bright, something that I no longer felt myself to be. Life went on. Mel came back and broke up with Tony. I don't know if she knew about his affair with me or not. Tony came back and asked if I wanted to be his new girlfriend. I'd already given him my body. Why not my heart?

In August, I started to feel sick. I missed my period. And I knew. The little pink plus sign was only confirmation.

My life was ruined.

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[IRENE ADLER]

The muse is making me angry .. but on a side note nice job the both of you.

[IRENE ADLER]

The murder

The winds ravaged the tent as lights flashed and roamed around the complex and he shot open his eyes, Muir beside him still sound asleep as he opened the tent and walked out to the night morning. He diverted his eyes towards the blue house on the hill guarded by two men. Their shapes always scurried back and forth, inside and out and around to check that no one would get close. His shirt placed on top of his chest as he took out his smokes and his vodka for his coffee. His hands raised a little towards his lips as he placed a smoke on them.

Several minutes later, he noticed a woman walking over towards him with a torch. A smile crossing his lips as he threw away the filter of the cigar and relaxed with his arms crossed waiting for her. “Open your mouth” he heard the woman say as he sighed and exposed his tongue. Her hands checking his mouth and teeth for irregularities, his mouth closing as she stepped away and towards the next person beside their tent.

“Morning already..” He heard Muir say and looked bellow to the ground and offered a cigar to the bald man in front of him. A very charming fellow, who like himself all those years ago when they first crossed paths with this group of nomadic travelers. They offered food and shelter, which was the best deal you could come by in the trashed world they were living in. The food was never great, and the traveling was a hassle but that stopped when they found a miracle.

They called it the machine, the last of its kind in the planet. They, the leaders of this troupe explained that the machine was used in the ages before the atomic chaos to record music and messages, to pass information to one person to another. Then a whole new purpose was given to it and they stayed dead locked in one place gathering enough food as possible, arms and stealing some supplies while other people arrived hearing about the machine and its miracle work of healing the soul.

The machine as it was called was said to carry the messages through generations. It was said with one time that you heard the recordings of generations pass people with ailments and disease got cured and learned the medicinal methods that the ancestors applied to heal the body. It was also said to carry messages through generations, heal the souls of people who were tainted and destroyed during the chaos, and make them grow to new blooms. But blooms never stayed the same; by what he had heard the messages made you obsess about the future.

The elders only let us the common folk one time a year to record a message, the pool of information gathered by all of us was to be used to teach the future children of the human race. The ones the elders said one day would be shaped to be the better race, and also molded without genes. Meaning intercourse with the least liked person on the camp, he had a girl in sight but she was unavailable for his plucking, another suitor was the matter of his trouble to woo the woman.

But another thing that he found curious was the rules in which the machine was to be used and not be used and how the camps laws where set with those rules. One of them was that the machine was not to be used by anyone, except the elders, doctors, and chemical engineers and biologist among them; it was also to be strictly forbidden any sexual or derogatory meanings among the camp. The information as well that they would share every year was only information that was lost and it was to teach something meaningful. The whole point of the rules was to be responsible citizens.

But getting back to the subject of his morning, he had a date with someone and he was not going to miss that appointment the girl would be furious if he did. He like any other man had his favorite things, and the woman whom he was meeting with knew very well this. His vodka flask and his cigars and clean clothing, those were the three main things he lived by and would always live by. Even before the chaos he lived by those things, old habits after all die hard. But duty called, he had a bit of a walk ahead of him and he should do it before the flags went up and the lines of people surrounded the food tents. His daily English breakfast would be waiting for him when he returned.

Picking another cigar from his mouth, he lighted it and started to puff on it. His eyes roamed around the tents as he saw the last few of the physicians walk around checking people and then walk away towards the train tracks and abandoned wagons. He started to walk away from the camp as he crossed the bordered fence of the woods, towards the train lines and in the middle of the two sections was where he would meet his date. The place was a safe haven for the both of them, it was dark enough in the night light to not be seen and it also had a circle of trees that they could go into if they were ever spotted.

The railroad helped them to connect to other countries and states, why they would move from state to state was a real mystery, but they had the upper hand at being the ones to control the railroads. The cars though where usually for the elders, functionaries and their families. His date was from that lot, so it helped that she was close enough to walk towards him. Pushing away the bushes that lined behind the circle of trees, he stepped inside and sat down on a rock seeing the basket of his clothes and sighed. Why was she not here, had people come here and she had to hide and then run back to her safe home. Feeling fingers cover his eyes, he relaxed and chuckled. “You scared me” He told the girl and saw her laugh. “I was wondering if you would panic” He heard the soft voice of the woman say calmly to him and he shake his head.

The woman in front of him was a saint, she cleaned and washed and dried his clothes in secret every time and she asked for nothing in return but lessons. Lessons in beauty, manners, and also courting was what she wanted, but what to teach her first was a difficult matter. She had a flat chest, well medium chest long arms, smooth skin, and beautiful long orange hair.

“Well thank you.. “ He heard and saw the woman walk away to the basket that was near the stream, his eyes following her as she ran up to him and threw the basket in front of him and started to walk away east towards the carts. His hand unscrewing the cap of his vodka as he took a swig and stood up and walked over towards the woman halting her leave. “Genevieve you always get so emotional, thank you, thank you over and over and many times over.” He told the woman and felt her fist form a punch and hit his arm and grab his vodka flask.

His face paled at the sight of her nursing the contents down her throat, the girl was barely an adult and if he was found giving her alcohol he would be in so much trouble. Her body sitting down beside him as she rested her head on his shoulder. A pink color forming on his cheeks as he poked one and giggled, her hand pushed his hand away from her face as she stood up and handed back his flask. “You know it is getting harder for me to bring you clean clothes.”

She said and made his eyes roll, “Then don’t clean them.” He said and saw her laugh, that calm secure laugh that he liked and loved. He could still remember when he heard it all those years ago when he had come here to read, ah how simple those times were back then. “ Yes but if I don’t then you won’t have clean clothes.” She said and felt her fingers curl around his scalp and scratch.

His eyes closed as he felt her hands travel down to his beard and then kiss his cheek. An unexpected move as he turned around and saw her snicker at him, why did she do that he was wondered. They were only friends, but by what she had done he started to think that she was wanted something from him. Hearing the shrill from the food tents he sighed, it was for them to depart and get back to their lives. “Well guess we should get going to our respective post” He said standing up as she nodded and turned around and started to walk away out of his sight. The clothes basket put under his arm as he turned around passing the bushes and back towards camp, the silence around him making him feel uncomfortable and also remembering on the hollow departure that he had faced with the girl.

The crack of leaves suddenly heard as he halted his steps and ducked down at seeing 3 men drag a pale sickly man towards the north somewhere out of sight, in the shadows he started to follow the men and noticed the man was to thin and foaming from the mouth and wiggling trying to pry himself from the man’s arms. That was until in half the journey they met up with another man, and then he saw the straight jacket. The arms of the sickly man wrapped and tied to hold him back from his struggle as they continued walking pushing sometimes the man to keep him moving.

Why the abuse on the fellow, why hold him down and then drag him away into the dark, then he realized with looking at the outline of the man’s face. His name was Markus wolf a German and a psychologist that had lived in the camp next to him and was moved to the cars . He was important for the leaders yet why was he being dragged to a place in the dark. Until he saw a fire in the center, each one of the elders around a campfire as each had on him a weapon . His eyes going wide as he saw Markus being dropped the fire shot fired off as he heard one after the other after the other and then silence.

Too much was going around his head, too much and to many questions that he now needed answers’ to.