January 22nd – Space (Friday Fiction)

One Minute Writer Prompt:
Write a brief bit of fiction using the prompt “space.”

“Why can’t you just give me my space?” He screamed at me, just inches from my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his right hand forming a tight fist. I knew he wouldn’t dare hit me, but still, something inside of me feared him and I took a step backward.

“Alright Greg,” I began with a lump now forming deeply in the back of my throat, “if you need space, that’s what I’ll give you.” Taking another step backward, I eyed him all the while doing my best not to project the tinge of fear that was slowly but surely beginning to overcome my body.

“Good,” he responded, his face still crumpled up in anger and anxiety. He then turned away from me and started going back to the living room.

I just stood there frozen, as though I was paralyzed in that spot. Part of my brain was yelling at me to do something, say something to him before he turned that television back on to the game. That was all he ever did, watch the game. The man worked all day and then would come home, turn on the tube to whatever sports game was on. All I wanted was for the two of us to spend some time together. Greg, on the other hand did not.

Before I could even rethink my original request to him, I heard the sound of the television and the sports announcer’s voice booming. ‘So much for alone time Jill,’ I told myself. My body loosened and I was able to again move. Slowly, I moved into the kitchen to make dinner. There’s always tomorrow…

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January 21st – Comfort

One Minute Writer Prompt:
What is the best way someone can comfort you when you are grieving?

This could be one of two ways, and it varies as I go through the different stages of grief. Sometimes, I want to simply be left alone to think and deal with my feelings. Other times, I need to be with close family and friends, as I need that closeness right there. For me, this floats between both needs during my grieving process. It is just a matter of which one I need at that particular time. But, it is always one or the other. I have found with death in the family, being around family is one of the best comforts.

Jan 17th & 18th Prompts

One-Minute Writer Prompts

January 18th – Parent
If you are a parent, how did you feel when you first found out you’d become one?
If you’re not a parent, how do you think you’d feel if you got that news?

Well, considering that I am not a parent, the second portion of this prompt applies to me. How do I think I’d feel if I discovered I was a new parent? If I was married and trying to get pregnant, I’d feel great. This would be amazing news for me and my husband. I do want to someday have children, so this day will come for me. I do hope however, that it comes when I am ready and have been actually trying to have kids. Of course, things will work out when the Great One above wants them to.

January 17th – Rest
Do you have a weekly day of rest? Write a bit about this concept.

Ah, a day of rest, that’s the life, eh? When I hear this phrase, thoughts of palm trees and sunny afternoons by the pool cross my mind. Alas, that is just a stereotypical scene. Just like a vacation, it is a vision of what we hope said day or days would be like.
Realistically, a day of rest for me does occur. I tend to utilize most of my weekends for rest. I try to mentally and physically allow my body to relax during that time as much as possible. Even a few hours of rest feels great. For me, an afternoon where I can be out with my camera taking pictures or writing in a quiet place is relaxing and enjoyable.

January 4th – Date

One-Minute Writer Daily Prompt:
Write about a day of the year that is important to you personally (not a holiday or birthday.)

Here is the utter truth of the matter, I love Fridays now more than ever. Now that I only work on every fifth Saturday, Fridays are my favorite days since I know the weekend is right there waiting. There is nothing like that feeling you get when it’s time to punch out for the last time that week and have the next two days free of the workplace, it is a feeling of excitement.

I realize that I sort of took this prompt in a bit of a difference direction. To single out one day of the year less for holidays/birthdays that is important to me right now is almost impossible. As, a day for me other than holidays does not exist. Yes, Iā€™m sure if I really racked my brain Iā€™d come up with something, but nothing came to mind for me when I saw this prompt. Seeing as how the prompt response is supposed to be written within 60 seconds, that’s what I came up with. šŸ™‚

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This blog post is in response to The One-Minute Writer daily prompt.

One Minute Writer Prompt: Quote

PROMPT: In 100 years, what one statement would you like others to remember you as having said?
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This is a tough one, isn’t it? Well, I would hope it would be something inspirational, something motivational. While I may not do acts to necessarily purposefully motivate or inspire, it’s nice to know when you do just this for someone else.

So, probably, “Believe in yourself, and never give up.” Something along those lines would be a great statement/quote to remember me by I think.

Come Write With Me

This is from Geek Girl Diva’s blog. Sounded like fun, so here’s mine.
http://geekgirldiva.entertainmentearth.com/2009/08/come-write-with-me.html

Everything you think you know about me is a lie. You thought I was out for your best interests, for the interests of all those in the files, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. From the beginning the only person I’ve looked out for was me. I’m a selfish son of a bitch who only took on the files for my own personal agenda.

Ironic isn’t it? All those men, the organizations inside that we have fought to take down, and I’m none the better. I have taken any and every opportunity to reveal the truth around the one thing I care about. Nothing else has mattered to me.

Ha. The truly crazy thing is, that through all of this, through my journey to find the absolute, undeniable truth for myself, I never anticipated you. Not only you being here, but falling for you. Nothing could have prepared me for this, nothing. It appears my quest for my own egotistical meanings and reasoning has brought forth the one thing I wasn’t prepared for, someone else I have grown to care about as much as the pilgrimage. I love you, Scully.

(yes, I have recently been watching old episodes of The X-Files…always will be one of the best TV shows of all time, hands down šŸ™‚ )