Family! (Fictional)

familytree“I’m your brother,” his voice dripped with venom even as his eyes pleaded for understanding, sympathy, and forgiveness once again, “you can’t turn your back on me, Laura.” His shoulders strained with the rage that was boiling under the surface.

“Okay, we share genetics. What does that have to do with me laying down on the ground every time you need a mat?” I watch his reaction closely. My brother wasn’t use to little sissy standing up to him. All my childhood he walked on me to get what he wanted. I might as well have not existed unless my existence benefited him. The people we called parents were of no help. For whatever reason they had chosen. In stories and movies mommies and daddies didn’t chose between their children, there weren’t supposed to be favorites.

I leaned in life that if it’s in a story or a movie it’s probably because it never really happens and someone knew that people wished it were true. Guess what… parents do make a choice and do have favorites. I wasn’t the favorite.

He stepped forward, oozing threat, his nose inches from mine. I stared him down, not acknowledging his challenge, not accepting it but not giving in to him, either. I kept my arms loose at my side, fingers relaxed.

“You cannot walk away. I am family.” He no longer pleaded with his eyes. His look now said, “give me what I want or you’ll be sorry.”

“I can and I am.”

His stance weakened and he stepped back. “Family doesn’t…”

“Why do you think you can call yourself my family?” I interrupted. His mouth hung open a moment then his teeth snapped closed. “You think because we shared biological parents, because we’re genetically linked, that it makes us family? Really?”

I waited a moment for a response but I think for the first time I had shocked him into silence.

“Tommy, family is something much deeper than simple genetics. Family is all the things that you will never, ever be to me. Family is loyalty, trust, commitment, integrity, love, protection and… and…” I inhaled deeply. He’d never get it. “Families are not born. Families are made. You had the chance to be family but you are not. I refuse to be your mat any longer. I refuse to be hurt by you, over and over again and tell myself it’s okay because your “family”. You may be a part of my biological tree but it ends there. Don’t come around ever again.”

I turned away from him knowing that to give him my back might give him my life, but I knew he needed to see that I was strong. I walked across the street and as my friends stepped out of the shadows, they moved around me, hugging me close and I knew I was with my family now. He wouldn’t have hurt me this time because my family was there to help me stand if I needed them. This family didn’t share a drop of my blood but their roots ran deeper than any family tree did.

Families are made, even the ones that are first born out of blood.

(Fictional- Writing Prompt: What is family?)

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10 Minute Quickie (Day 2)

(Continued from Day 1) (This is a 10 Minute Quickie. There has been no editing or revision so please excuse the dust.)

“Who put a wall in the middle of the damn sidewalk?” I choked out accusingly between staggered breaths. “Lee, put me down.” I slapped his chest letting him know I was going to be fine.

His expression relaxed and he laughed as he dropped me on my feet. Wolves. Wolves confused me and Lee confused me even more. He lived just down the street and when I first moved into my apartment, Lee seemed to despise me. I was paranoid for weeks that I needed new shampoo, deodorant, laundry detergent or something because every time I passed by this man his lips narrowed, he stared at me hard and his nose wrinkled. Wrinkled!

I couldn’t take it. One day I stopped running as I neared his small front yard garden patch, walked up with in inches of his body and inhaled sharply.

“I don’t smell a darn thing wrong with me. Do you? If you do, please let me know what it is so I can take care of it. If not would you please stop looking at me as if I rolled on rotted meat instead of deodorant?” He stepped back, his face unreadable. His head tilted to the right as he took his sweet time looking me over. I was about to show him exactly how I was different from normal humans when he laughed that warming laugh of his. Continue reading

Day 1

(The following is my daily write. It is fresh off the Muse press. No editing or revisions so please excuse the dust.)

Busy! Her phone was busy. My cell slammed on to the table. How could it be busy? Alicia was gabby, I knew that but how could her phone be busy? She had to be talking to two people at the same time. It was barely light outside. I picked my phone up and swung it downward at the table top a few more times. Damn it. What was I doing?

I picked up my phone and checked it over. Thank goodness for Gorilla® glass. I had destroyed so many phones that I didn’t believe this one would last, but so far I hadn’t busted it. I needed to learn to control my temper. Patience was not one of my virtues and today it was pushed past my limit. There was nothing worse than waiting for potential bad news.

The kitchen chair hit the floor as I flew to my feet pushing away from the table. I had to get out of here. There was nothing in this boring apartment to help calm my nerves. I didn’t even have a cat or goldfish to confide in. Alicia was obviously busy. She was one of my dearest friends, but that’s one of the cons of having a friend as sweet as Alicia—she’s got a lot of good friends. Where to go? I checked my cell. 6:50AM. The doctor’s office wouldn’t be calling for awhile yet.

I shoved the phone in my jeans pocket, pulled on my beat-up running shoes, double checked the deadbolt on my door then took off down the stairs. Mr. Beaker from A3 waved as he headed into his apartment. He had to be the friendliest vampire I’d ever known. I waved back—who wants to insult a vampire—and continued outside.

I didn’t care for running. I knew there were people who lived to run and when they see you running they assume you love running too. Why else would you run? I didn’t have an answer for that other than I had to run. My furniture had seen damage from my restlessness on the occasions I hadn’t been able to get out. The agitation started like an annoying flicking sensation at the base of my skull. As the day wore on this feeling would spread throughout my entire body. The only way to be rid of it was heavy activity. Lifting weights seemed like such a guy thing. I ran.

Today I ran for another reason. I ran so I wouldn’t destroy my phone while trying to wait for the call. I pulled the phone out of my pocket, checking it to make sure I didn’t accidentally mute the ringer or something.

“Sarah, watch it!”

Pain jolted down my spine and the air whipped from my chest as I ran face first into a wall of flesh.

“Shit!” A pair of arms scooped me up as my backside grazed the cement. The sexiest, powder blue eyes searched my face. “Sarah?” The face swam before my eyes as I gulped down some air, the fire in my chest calming.

“Who put a wall in the middle of the damn sidewalk?” I choked out accusingly between staggered breaths. “Lee, put me down.” I slapped his chest letting him know I was going to be fine.

The Return of Distraction!

Distraction Returns

I gently lowered the lid of my flimsy netbook, shutting down my computer, pleased that I was able to finish chapter one of my little zombie story. I walked into my kitchen to dump out the cold coffee from my cup. “Relax deeply. Dream Big. Believe with all your heart.” I read the side of my cup out loud.

“Do you really believe in that crap?” A deep voice, crawling with creepies and oozing with blackened and charred remains of destroyed dreams, sneered from behind me. “I don’t think you’re that foolish. Let’s see how you deal with this.”

I didn’t bother turning to confront the monster. I knew the kitchen would be empty. Then it happened.

Brrrrring.

Brrrrring.

I rinsed my cup out and set it to the side of the sink, dragged my feet into the dining room and checked my cell phone. Appointment reminder. Appointment reminder.

I ticked off in my head the things our family had to accomplish this weekend. There’d be time to edit and revise. That evil beast, Distraction, wasn’t going to win this battle either.

Friday night came and went. Saturday came and I could feel the monster lurking and laughing.

I called up two friends. They are here with me now ready for Distraction to come out of hiding. Their names are Stubborn and Dedicated. They have a lot of experience with fighting off Distraction. Ok, my dear friends, let’s get to work!

(Goal is to have my zombie chapter edit done and posted tonight or tomorrow morning.)

Zombie Story: Part 1

(This is a zombie post-apocalyptic writing I am working on when not working on my main story. It is simply for fun. It is based off a dream I had recently. Enjoy!)
Part 1: Blood

Between the girls on the playground and the little kids chasing each other it was impossible for a group of guys to get in a soccer game. Our game was stopped once again, this time as Charlie fell flat on his face.

“Watch out,” was all we heard before Charlie sputtered on his feet, spinning around wildly as he tried to avoid the little girl frozen, staring at him with her mouth wide open. He stumbled over his feet a couple of steps and then he went down. The sound of flesh smacking the cement rang like the lunch bell as it ricocheted through the crowds and every kid in range stopped to stare. A chorus of hoots and cheers came from the guys. The kindergarten girl continued to stare in horror.Jake ran over to check on him. Jake’s mom was the school nurse and he’d know what to do until someone got her. I stayed to keep an eye on Michael. I was the largest of the four of us and while I kinda thought Michael might be able to take me, he’d never tried for it. Out there in the unfenced areas, neither of our strength or size would really matter.“Should’ve ran the brat over.” Michael snickered under his breath at me. I didn’t answer him. Michael was a great guy to play ball with but he wasn’t someone I wanted around my little sister. I think not only would he have ran over that little kid, he would have done it on purpose and ran all the harder just to make sure the kid was hurt as bad a possible. Continue reading