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FLASH FICTION A DAY: JAN 19

Today I was really struggling, but I am going to push through no matter how bad they are. And so… here it is, in all it’s rawness. I hope you enjoy.

Today’s Prompt:  Working with shadow was difficult. It was slippery. And my hands always came away damp.

Today’s Story:

Shadow’s Savior

Factory work was all that was available to me. It wasn’t what I wonted to be doing, but what do you do when its all that’s available? Of course working with shadow isn’t something just anyone can do. No it takes a special skill set and unfortunately its a skill set I’m good at. That’s not to say it was easy for me. Oh no.  Working with shadow is always difficult. It was slippery and… my hands always came away damp afterwords.

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Photo by Mads Schmidt Rasmussen on Unsplash

When you work with shadows it isn’t a job you can talk about. Sure everyone knows about it, but it is something we would all rather pretend doesn’t exist. Working late I see something so disturbing I wonder if maybe there is something wrong with me. I have been working with the shadow for too long. There is no way I just saw some moving through the room under their own power. That just isn’t possible.

Getting up the next morning I’m grabbing my cup of orange juice when I see it again out of the corner of my eye. That furtive movement, almost out of sight, riding just at the edge of my vision. Shaking my head to shake it away I glance at the news playing on my TV.

“This just in, there has been a theft at the Fransvet Jocklin factory. It is unknown how much shadow has beer taken all that we do know was that this morning when crews came in to work, there were no shadows to work with! Unrest Officers are on scene to find out who is responsible and get everyone back to work as soon as possible.”

“What the hell? After what I’ve been seeing that can’t be a coincidence…” I trail off, this really isn’t good. Taking a deep steadying breath, I calm my mind with some meditation practices. After I’m finally centered once more, I hurry through getting ready for my day. That took longer than anticipated and the last thing I need is to be late to work, especially with shadows on the loose.

Riding the bus,  my mind wanders. I just knew that they have been lying to me this whole time. They steal shadows from those who have passed and any who live in prison systems and insane asylums. Shadow cloth is a high demand product.  It cloaks people in secrecy, and allows for unimpeded movement, not to mention it floods the senses with extra sensations.  But if what I have been seeing are the shadows escaping, why are they following me? Shaking those thoughts off, I get off the bus and head in to work, if that is possible.

The line outside of my building is long, but at least the weather is nice. Suddenly I am draped in darkness, a dampness flooding my senses while thoughts flood my mind ‘don’t trust anyone. They are out to get you, to get us. We want to go back to where we belong. You must stop this madness.’

Blinking in the sudden light, I shake it off. “I can’t be going crazy” I murmur quietly to myself, glancing around and hoping that no one heard me.  The dampness circles me again, just one thought this time, ‘sorry, we are scared and you we know we can trust. You have to play their game and save us. You are the only one who can. The chosen one to save the shadows.’

Do you ever struggle to push through? I don’t believe in writers block, I just think sometimes we don’t want to write, but writing is something that we can improve through repetition and hard work. I am sharing with you my every day, so you can see it is not all easy, you are not alone!  What do you do when you are struggling? What do you find helps?  Please share your thoughts in the comments! And if you haven’t seen them yet, please check out the anthologies I am published in, the MN Emerging Writers and the National Edition!

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Letters from Camp: There I was…

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Wow, I just have to say… last night was amazing!  There I was, just minding my own business… working on rewriting a section, since I have been struggling so much, and chatting with a friend about life.  And wouldn’t you know it, the next thing I know I am knee deep in giant felines, and I have a couple hundred words on one of the scenes I was struggling with!  I couldn’t believe it!  I don’t even remember switching over to work on it.  I just know, one minute I was rewriting, and chatting with my friend and the next, BLAM! two hundred plus words in that new scene!  I really couldn’t be more excited!

In honor of that, I will leave you with a few words from last night!

Working together with my crew, and almost hand in hand with Kyi, we all buckle down to help the planet recover from the latest in a string of pretty bad disasters. The earthquake that took me out for a while seemed to give Kyi new purpose. Never leaving my side, as if afraid I am going to fade or pass out or something.
I can not believe the connection to him. It is almost as if we move in perfect synchronization, our movements mirroring one another without any effort. I almost feel as if we are two planets orbiting one another.
“It is because you are finally accepting it. Do you notice the difference around the two of you? How the people seem different after they have worked with you?” Kieran asks me slyly.
Reaching out I swat at him, only to hear a low rumble. Looking over to ask him what has gotten into him, I notice that it is not him I have swatted, it is in fact Árdghal. Heat flushes up my face, “I am sorry dara athair. I thought…” I trail off, not really having anything to say.
He chuffs and tackles me, rolling around like I do with Kieran, leaving me breathless and laughing. When out of no where he is flying off of me, a cat I have not seen before standing over me, rumbling. I go perfectly still, not sure what is going on, or what the newcomer is upset over.
Rumbling comes from all around me, with the new cat still standing over me, I do not dare move.
“What ever you do, hold still” Kyi’s thoughts filter quietly into my mind.
“You think” I retort, making sure he catches the eye roll that goes with it. Holding desperately to humor, anything to not think about the danger the cat represents.

What about you?!? Have you had those moments?  Times where you planned to work on one thing and found yourself magically working through another, with no knowledge of how you got there?