#26: Death at a wedding

It was spring and the cherry blossoms were blowing in the wind. Pink petals floating down and swirling in the blue sky. The wedding was in full swing and the bride looked absolutely gorgeous. Her plump lips matched the color of the petals swirling about. Her white dress portraying her innocence and her sheer natural beauty. The groom, standing at the alter, smiled broadly when he saw his soon to be wife walking down the aisle. He believed this was going to be the luckiest day of his life. His eyes, so focused on his bride, failed to see the dark cloaked figure slowly walking behind her. As he walked, everything seemed to slow down. The grass under his feet shriveled and died. The butterflies and bees fell out of the sky like rocks. The audience turned and looked at the figure with a mixture of awe and terror. In one of the rows a baby began to cry, screaming at the top of her lungs. The cloaked figure reached out a hand, its black sleeve falling down to reveal a hand outstretched and pointing at the bride. Darkness seemed to extend from his bony finger, wrapping itself around the bride’s neck. With a sickening snap, the bride dropped to the ground as a lifeless heap, and the cloaked figure, unnoticed once the pandemonium began, slipped away silently. 

#25: Invisible

"Oops, sorry! I didn't see you there!"
  That's ok, Jack thought, no one ever does. He continued walking through the halls, trying to get to his next class, Biology. He walked swiftly and quietly, to avoid any further awkward collisions. He thought back to middle school where it seemed like everyone wanted nothing to do with each other. Jack missed those times. Now, in high school, everyone had groups that only certain people belonged in. Needless to say, he was not one of those people who belonged. At first, he didn't mind. He figured that he would have found some people to hang out with by the end of freshman year. It was now his senior year and he still had no friends. Not even acquaintances. He didn't belong anywhere. It made him invisible to everyone at school, even the teachers. THey never called on him to answer questions, and sometimes they marked him absent even though he had been sitting there the whole time. At lunch, he just ate in his car as opposed to sitting alone in a sea of people. That just screamed pathetic. He was counting down the days until graduation. Today, though, his car was in the shop, so he had to sit in the ceteris. After getting his food, he found a table in the corner and sat there staring at his food. Just as he was about to eat, a girl with blond hair sat down in front of him and started a conversation. Maybe this year won't be too bad he thought to himself.

#24: Urge to interrupt him before he continued...

Does this bafoon even know what he did? I thought to myself. Obviously he didn't because he continued talking. If we weren't in public I would have done a face palm and then just walked away, but seeing that we were in public, all I could do was smile and nod and act as though he hadn't made a huge mistake in his information and grammar. I opened my mouth many times, try to interrupt him, but then I thought better of it and shut my mouth quickly. I must have looked like a fish on a boat deck the way I kept opening and closing my mouth like an idiot. I just want this conversation to end, I thought to myself. He just kept talking as though nothing had happened. I nudged him a few times but he didn't get the message. I decided to distract my mind and tune out the conversation. I looked around the room to the other people and observed them. One woman was wearing a heels too high and another was wearing a dress that was too tight. After observing all the people, I returned to the conversion, only to find that it wasn't over yet. It was far from over.

#23: Special Evening

Nothing can ruin this night, she bought. She was sitting at the lake with her brother who was finally home from college. The sun was setting and the sky was turning shades of pink and oranges and yellows. The lake reflected the light, making the sunset look like a beautiful mural, set with colorful stones. She breathed a sigh of relief as she placed her feet in the cool water and leaned against her brother's shoulder. She was so glad that he was home. They used to spend every waking moment together, but she hadn't seen him in years. When he came home from school in the summer, she would have already left for her summer job as a camp counselor. Now that he has graduated, they have a lot of catching up to do, their parents were up at the lake house, so they were alone. He was telling her about an internship program he had gotten into. All he heard was that he would be leaving her again. He was the one person who understood her and she wished she had more time with him. It made her really sad to think of him leaving again, so she changed the subject to talk about what college was like. As he talked she felt the vibrations of his voice through his body. She rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb, and suddenly he stopped talking. He slowly pulled her sleeve back and saw the faint white scars on her wrists. Without saying anything, he hugged her tightly, but as the tears flowed down her cheeks, she could only think that soon he would let go.

#22: Me ranting about my stress

  So I have no clue where I was going with the story i was trying to write for my first 20 journals. It is definitely not my best work...actually it is probably some of my worst. Junior year is going to be the death of me. I have been in and out of the hospital because of my migraines and I have been missing a lot of school...hence the reason I have a lot of make up work. I am stressed out to the max. It has gotten to the pint that I have near panic attacks when I walk into school because the stress overwhelms me. I just...argh!!! I see why people drop out of high school now. THis is nuts! I operate on about 4 hours of sleep a day because I am too anxious to get to sleep or I am working on homework and make up work of course all of the angst is doing nothing but making my head hurt worse and slowing me down. On top of that my grades are lower than normal. I have Bs in basically all of my classes and some people might say “oh that is fantastic” but I am different. Bs are like Fs to me. 

#21: Chest of Childhood

           It was in her parent's attic, hidden in the corner and covered with cobwebs. She walked over and kneeled in front of it. She used her hand to wipe some of the dust and webs away. Hidden underneath the ayers of dust and dirt was her name, Ann, written in gold on the top of the wooden chest. It opened with a creak and revealed five toys, all covered with a fine layer of dust. Each toy brought back memories of Ann's childhood. The teddy bear with the orange bow tie and a missing arm reminded her of her grandmother, who gave her the bear a few months before she died. The jacks reminded her of when she broke her arm when she was in third grade, and the candy striper gave them to her to help her take her mind off of the itching that the cast would cause. The baby doll she had had for as long as she could remember. Her parents had bought it before she was born and they shared a crib. THe remote conrol car was from when she had gone through a tomboy phase and she and the neighborhood boys would race them up and down the street. The last toy in the chest was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place where she had seen it before. She picked it up and realized it was Mr. Potato head, but it was cracked and broken. She laughed to herself as she thought of the good times of her childhood and how she wished they were still here.

Just FYI

So for these blogs i just decided to find a bunch of random writing prompts to write about so journals 21 through 40 are going to be just me writing random writing prompts.