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The Life That Is – Chapter 3 – The Boy with the Hat

ecririons_post6A little down the road, when my mind was in its right place again and I was ready to start on a fresh. In an ordinary school just like so many others, to me too it ended as so much more. The place I learned who the boy in the mirror really were. The place I grew into something else, something new. To me it is the place where I started to think of all the things I am, instead of the things I’ll never be.

The story starts out small. I was a kid with a hat and big dreams but little knowledge of the world I had been thrown into and the things to come. Tough times lied ahead but with time I earned friends and being safe started to feel a little safer and with those odds there isn’t much that can’t be overcome.

However as it would conveniently show, my old friend and nemesis wouldn’t offer me much of a break before striking down upon me once more. Only this time it hit right where it stings the most. She opened my eyes on a regular Wednesday.

The bell had rung and the classrooms had been abandoned. It had been her turn to have the job of swiping the classrooms floor clean. I was simply late at packing but when I finally stood in the door ready to go home, I suddenly didn’t feel so ready to leave just yet. I looked at her and realized that the ugly duckling from my visit last summer, didn’t quite seem like an ugly duckling no more.  A first move would be made in from of an offering of help with the floors. What seemed like a perfect start on grand love story, but unfortunately she replied “No I’m good”.

What was to follow is a far forgotten story, yet still floating around in the back of our minds along with the myths and what ifs that it created. Once in a while we all stand still for a moment and think back to that time, wondering what actually went down. All I can say is that it was a long walk home.

Although I had lost twice or more to my old nemesis I can’t say I never gained, they do say third time is the charm. One wet windy winter I did finally get that one kiss I had been drying to have for so long. Her hair was black with a strip of blood-red, only a mere glimpse of a burning fire to come. I wouldn’t say nothing good came to us but as humans we tend to only remember the things that hurt, just like the first time you came too close and burned yourself on the fireplace.  In the end her hair and all turned to the unforgettable red and she cut my heart out and stepped on it but there are enough stories about such things to last you till next winter.

They say you never quite forget a true love no matter how small of a high school flirt it might have been. They also say the first one is the one you’ll always hold dear in your mind, for me that was never the case. Sometimes I think to myself why it is like that? I guess that is a question that takes a bigger man than me to answer. Deep inside I know I loved her then, now and always, never quite in the same way but never quite gone either. All because of that crazy stupid thing called love.

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If Today Was My Last Day

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If Today Was My Last Day

If today was my last day on this earth and all bets were off.

I wouldn’t waste a single minute but neither would I want to rush it all till the end were my heart stops beating.

I would see my family and thank them for every little thing I forgot to appreciate in the normal stressful days.

I would call up my circle of friends and have one last drink with them on my treat, I would let the silence do the talking.

I would seek out old lovers and foes, tell them all the things I never got to say and hope we could find some peace.

I would write one last song and hope for a bestseller like I always dreamed of, never mind those couldn’t believe.

I would try to find some closure in it all, predict and chant one last meaningful quote for my legacy to hold.

If I was out of hours and out of chances, if only one last try remained.

I would take my girl and take her for one last dance under the blankets, tell her that she was the one and only for me.

I would tell my girl to never forget me but never to forget to live her life, because in the end that’s all we have.

I would write one last letter with the intention of thanking all the people who I have had the pleasure of in my life.

I would raise a glass to the sky and toast to the fallen people who I would soon be joining in some place new.

At the end of the day I would tell them all to go home, let my girl stay and watch the sun go down together one last time.

I would say my goodbyes and ask her to leave me be, I would sit with my throughs and think back while waiting for death to take my hand.

I would do it all of this if today was my last day, I wonder what you would do? If today was your last day?

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Inspiration & Connection Writing Prompt #9

Weekly Writing Prompt Link Up at Écririons

Welcome to the Weekly Inspiration and Connection Writing Prompt Link Up here at Écririons!
This prompt is brought to you by our Core Writer Erica Gerald Mason. Be sure to connect with her on social media this week: twitter | facebook | instagram

Each Monday, I’ll be posting a writing prompt. It might come as an image, a song, a question, a piece of dialogue, a word or an idea.

The purpose of this weekly writing prompt challenge is to get you writing, to get you trying new things as well as connecting you with other writers and readers. You can find the full rules here.

Here’s a quick run down:
Use the given prompt to create a new, original creation. It can be a story, a poem, a song, a dance etc
Share it on your own site and be sure to include the Écririons banner by copying the following code and paste it into your html/text editor (replace the brackets with < and >)
[a href=”http://ecririons.com/2015/06/inspiration-connection-writing-prompt-9/”][img src=”http://ecririons.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/linkup.jpg” alt=”Weekly Writing Prompt Link Up at Écririons” width=”600″ height=”100″ class=”aligncenter size-full wp-image-300″ /][/a] Come back here and link up to your direct blog post in the link up below.
On Sunday night, one of our editors/authors at Écririon will go through the linked up posts and pick our top 3 and feature them in the new post the next day.
Be sure to use our hashtag on social media #EcririonsPrompt

Week 9 Prompt:

A last kiss on the first day of spring.

Entries:
After writing your story, share a link to the post in the comments below.

Thank You For The Scar

 

ecririons_post4I am cold, wet and dripping from recent shower, as I stand here, looking at myself in the foggy mirror.

I feel the lust to take a good look at myself, glaze and view my scars from over the years.

These scars are not the ones under my chain or the long one on my right leg, they are ones I can see in my eyes.

The ones none visible to the naked eye, yet the ones that run deepest and left the most damage.

However theses scars should not be hidden in shame, after all they are the ones that makes me who I am.

As I stand here looking at these scars I think about the people who caused them, not with hate but with a desire to thank.

I think about the friend from the dark ages who sparked a lust but created a nightmare, she was the first and the hardest fall.

I wish to thank her for destroying me, only for me to be rebuilt with a greater and wider vision.

I will never forget the girl who had me chasing her on and off for so long, that even we can’t quite agree on how the story goes.

I want to thank her for teaching me a lesson on behavior and let her know, she has an eternity place in my heart.

Someday I’ll raise a glass to the golden, yet crazy butterfly for giving me a great time as long as it lasted.

I will thank the butterfly for showing me good from bad and letting me move on.

I must not forget the many flowers I passed by before I found the right one, each and every gave me a new advice to live by.

If I ever met one of them again, I’ll shake their hand and say my thanks for preparing me for the one that counts.

I hope one day I will meet the black sheep again under different terms in a different time, until then I will always have what she said to thing about.

I would like to thank her for giving me insight in what to judge on and when to back off, may all luck be with her.

As I stand here dry and cozy, I think about all the others that I never addressed but know they have my thanks too.

Thank you for these scars.

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Inspiration & Connection Writing Prompt #7

Weekly Writing Prompt Link Up at Écririons

Welcome to the Weekly Inspiration and Connection Writing Prompt Link Up here at Écririons!

Each Monday, I’ll be posting a writing prompt. It might come as an image, a song, a question, a piece of dialogue, a word or an idea.

The purpose of this weekly writing prompt challenge is to get you writing, to get you trying new things as well as connecting you with other writers and readers. You can find the full rules here.

Here’s a quick run down:
Use the given prompt to create a new, original creation. It can be a story, a poem, a song, a dance etc
Share it on your own site and be sure to include the Écririons banner by copying the following code and paste it into your html/text editor (replace the brackets with < and >)
[a href=”http://ecririons.com/2015/06/inspiration-connection-writing-prompt-6/”][img src=”http://ecririons.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/linkup.jpg” alt=”Weekly Writing Prompt Link Up at Écririons” width=”600″ height=”100″ class=”aligncenter size-full wp-image-300″ /][/a] Come back here and link up to your direct blog post in the link up below.
On Sunday night, one of our editors/authors at Écririon will go through the linked up posts and pick our top 3 and feature them in the new post the next day.
Be sure to use our hashtag on social media #EcririonsPrompt

Week 7 Prompt:

(Something new and fun this week! I’ve created a prompt using The Writer’s Toolbox.)

John, an architect from Minnesota, wants to travel the world but what happens when that bartender he met 6 months ago from Seattle gets in the way of his plans?

Entries:
After writing your story, share a link to the post in the comments below.

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