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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Tuesday Prompt: Playing with words

Today seems to be a day of played on words for me.

I can’t remember all of the moments but one moment was a text from my husband. He said, “you wanna see a big c@!k?”

Naturally, I was curious and said sure. The following picture yes what I got:

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Hahaha. Yep, that’s a big one alright.

Then tonight I finished reading, to my three sons, the last two chapters of The Anybodies. One son commented about the author and whether or not the author was a woman or man.

I had realized I was calling the author a woman when in fact I didn’t know.

I explained and my son asked what the author’s name was, again.
N. E. Bode.

My nine year old son repeated the authors name, the book title then started laughing with glee. He instantly got it.

The almost eleven year old took a bit more explaining before he got it, but eventually he was groaning and laughing with us.

I my children! I love sharing stories with them.

Well it got me to thinking about playing with words. It could make a fun writing experience.

Our Prompt: Try to come up with a word to play with and have fun writing with it.

Hmm. Holy man? Brick of cheese? Hehe.

Sunday Prompt: Civilized?

One of the few things I remember from my 10th grade year history class was a movie we watched in class and the verbal report I had to write on my opinion regarding civilization as presented by the movie.

What movie? Ah umm *blush*. I was a horrible student. I barely paid attention to the class let alone the movie.

I remember something about a man trying to introduce Christianity to a (maybe) African tribe?

Anyway, I was listening to an old song that I haven’t heard in years. The name of the song is Mr. Wendal by Arrested Development.

There is a line in the song, “uncivilized we call him, but I just saw him eat off the food we waste.”

This line, for whatever reason, jogged my memory of the movie in class and the report that followed.

Civilized, are we? What is civilization? And like Arrested Development questions, “who are we to judge?”

Today’s prompt: Imagine a situation that could result in our sophisticated society suddenly being thrust into a de-civilization. (Based upon your own ideals.)

Now toss your character to the wolves and see how she/he survives/behaves/reacts.

Saturday Prompt: Romance

I personally feel that very few stories can claim they have zero room for a touch of romance. Horror stories come to mind… those have a legitimate claim. Anyway.

Romance, love, seeking to find that one person with whom you’ll always fit in with, it’s human nature.

Today’s prompt: There is murder in the news, everyone is whispering to one another. You know, small town gossip wildfire. The murderer is on the loose. Enter character A and E. Throw some romance at the chaos.

 

Prompt 15: The Gargoyle

The Gargoyle:

Get into the mind of a Gargoyle. You sit there day in and day out, protecting your building and watching the humans moving below. What do you think of their activities.

The following is a song from Dead Winter Dead by Savatage

 

In the town of Sarajevo, there’s an old medieval square
There’s a church aside one corner most believe was always there

It was built a thousand years before any now were born
And its glory was its belfry with its stones all gray…and worn

Now there’s a gargoyle on that belfry and he’s been up there for years
And he has watched and he has pondered: “What is laughter, what are tears?”

And he’s never found his answers as he sees the years go by
But he watches and he wonders with his stone unblinking eyes

Prompt 13: Genie’s Lamp

You come across an interesting object at an estate sale. It resembles a “genie lamp.” You turn it over in your hands, try to pull off the lid–no, you can’t budge it–and laugh to yourself as you look around to see if anyone notices you. There are a lot of people at the sale. You contemplate setting it down but you imagine sitting in your home and the tales you could tell.

You take the lamp to find out how much it costs. It’s not the prettiest looking thing and you haggle it down to $2.75.

Pleased, you take it home. You decide the perfect place to display it and as you move to sit it down you feel the lamp shake.

Curious, and chidding yourself for being silly, you rub your hand along the side of the lamp.

POOF! An actual genie appears!

Now what do you do with a genie?