Inspiration & Connection Writing Prompt #6

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Week 6 Prompt:

This week’s prompt is a photograph:
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The Life That Is – Chapter 2 – The Dark Age



It’s the story that few know the entire of and what in my own special mindset is called the dark chapter, the story that was never written in the hopes of keeping it locked away in the cabinet  and slowly let the world forget about.

In the summer of my fifth grade I saw her standing down the hallway in the classroom room across from mine and that day I lost all my good sense and forgot what logic was good for, it was the day someone from above decided to give me a taste of love’s true powerful magic.

She offered me friendship and a good time, little did she know that I was cursed by the ground pounding effects of love and nothing could have prepared any of us for the hard times to come.

A stranger became a friend, a friend became a dream and the dream became a nightmare that ate away at so many of my nights, but I was merely on the bridge to hell and the pain was just a taste of what many others had to feel.

As time went by and I kept going down the hellish path, I soon found myself in a tunnel of complete darkness without any exits in sight and where no one could hear my screams.

I filled my family and friends days with hateful words spoken by the beast that had consumed me and I was deaf to the help which they tried to offer me, soon I stood all alone in this madness.

I had pushed everyone still willing to try and pull me out of it away and in the end, hope of salvation was beginning to fade before my eyes.

It made me feel like I was just a few falls away before I would hit the bottom of the hole where hell would be a vacation and death is freedom.

In the end I was dragged to the luck maker’s office and the doctor would lay a hand on my shoulder, give me a speech that to what was left of my mind sounded like false truths, when they give up on getting any light through to me. I was handed a glass and a lucky pill

Pumped full of joy pills, I fought every day with fake happiness and a faith sense of hope shining through the almost closed door leading back to a normal life.

At last I survived and came out of it, reborn with a new look on the world around me. Finally awoken from what had felt like an endless coma of suffering and meaningless crying.  Now everything from that time feels only like a fading memory from a different time and different place with different people.

And that concludes what is now known as the Dark Age

The Life That Is – Chapter 1 – Beginnings


Born I was under god’s ordinary Monday stars completely unaware of the challenges and hash times the people above had already planned out for me, long before anyone knew there was going to be a me.

Newly brewed farther and mother holds their first-born tight and lightly forgets about the sweet and blood spilled to get there, a little breathing space before life once again stood by the door knocking with its other complains.

A child befriending the moonlight while crying for help without understanding the concept of the pain he felt, plagued by sickness  and other shadowy creatures of the mind, crawling around in the night.

The knot was to be tied and offered a little window into happiness and let them all put their problems on the shelf for a night of joyful laugher and friends gathered around to raise a glass in the name of love.

Memories of that time, now float around the room as I tell a tale that was never really told the way I am tonight going to be telling it, now trouble that keeps us awake at night is whole another monster, carefully hidden away under the bed.

A friend and companion to this traveling down the bulky old road people refer to as life was soon to given life to, a sister of blood and flesh as well as friend to my soul, we grow together and helped each other from drowning in our own pool of first world problems .

And as the years quickly went by our windows like a blur of ever-changing dreams and hopes, we learned what could be trusted in life and what was merely a demon in disguise trying to trick us into a pit of struggle.

Life has never been a friendly fellow but it showed my family mercy and spared us of many tears, and now that my heart has been kicked, punched and ripped out through it all, I finally understand the lessons life has been teaching me and I have befriended the unforgiving nature of it.

Life is kind to me and others I wish to protect but wise men once said one person can’t save the entire world I know now that some people can only help themselves and we can only offer our hands to support whenever they fall.

Sometime I can’t help wondering about the real reason we were all put here on this ball of dirt together so far I’m not a clue closer but the thought of a point of it all not existing scares the logical part of my human brain. That none of the choices we make or all the things we say, have no really meaning in the end.

Out through the twists and turns of my short life yet full of things to drive anyone crazy, I found that love was my worst enemy but also my best friend, my history with love is like the eternal battle between yin and yang, black and white, day and night.

My childhood years already had me hooked on love and the thought of being with someone forever and ever but the pain never really hit until the day that the childhood starts to fade and you just see the next stage in the far future yet I was still just a kid.’

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Journal Story - Quintin by G.B. Gillean

The professor sent me to gather lumber. Maybe he’s planning to expand, or he just wants me out of the way. I guess it really doesn’t matter. I’m currently procrastinating.

I found the lumber yard easily, I just have no real motivation. I thought briefly that Rotherham’s ultimatum would spur the professor into helping me. Unfortunately, it seems to have had the opposite effect. I guess I should resign myself to obscurity like my dad.

Some weird long necked birds flew overhead a few times while I was working. I tried to sketch them but they are painfully undetailed.

Seems a bit pointless really. I’ll never be a researcher.

No. I’ve decided I’m not going to give up. If the professor won’t help me, that’s fine. I can figure this all out on my own. I’m going to set up my own equipment, take my own readings, and interpret it all myself. I’ll learn the secrets of this world myself. Ellie believes in me, surely I can do it.

I started by scoping out the area around the lumber yard. I didn’t find much at first, but then I spotted another one of those bizarre paved trails. Heavily overgrown, I couldn’t trace the whole thing, I’ll try to clear it away next time.

I returned extremely late. I don’t know where the professor is, but I assume asleep. I was partway back before I remembered I was supposed to gather lumber. My haul was depressingly small.

Anyway, I set to testing out my flying cameras. They kinda worked, flying sluggishly and erratic. I’ll have to play with them a bit yet. But not today, I’m exhausted.

Copyright G.B. Gillean 2015

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