very short story – Page 5 – Kris Charles

Inelegant

Twitter VSS365 Prompt

My response was inelegant.

I could not help it.

I was in shock.

Confessions 10 years too late.

Responding how I did was rude.

The way they ended 8 years was worse.

My response was inelegant to the apology 10 years too late.

It felt so good to say F*ck You, & walk away.

Crestfallen

Twitter VSS365 Prompt

I waited so long to say my peace.
To speak my mind.

His crestfallen look should have been a victory.

Damn my empathic soul.

My words were harsh.

My tone biting.

Perhaps I should have sugarcoated.

Then I remembered his words.

His intolerance and hate.

No.

Victory is mine.

Therapy

Twitter VSS365 Prompt

I looked at the burning sun.

It was over 100 degrees out.

This Iowa weather.

A state that could be stuck in the past.

Not much to do.

I laid out on the deck, bored.

I sat up with a thought.

Retail Therapy.

I needed new shoes…

With a smirk I decided to treat myself.

Unraveled

Twitter VSS365 Prompt

I fear my life unraveled at the seams.

I told my secrets.

Everything was changing.

Everything was moving so fast.

I couldn’t breath.

Panic set in.

A hand on my back.

A smile.

A deep breath.

Everything may be changing.

But I wasn’t alone.

I had support.

Change is good.

Oppositional

Twitter VSS365 Prompt

An oppositional tug of war between the angel on my right the devil on my left.

Choice.

Easy way.

Or right way.

A choice made in a split second.

Either way my life forever impacted.

The easy way would destroy me.

The right way, build me.

I said to the temptation…

No.

I asked them to be prompt.
All I wanted was a bit of respect.
I waited for an hour.
Tried to hide the tears.
Let down again.
I know they can support.
I see it all the time…
For others.
Why not me?
I blinked back the tears.
All I asked for was support…
For Me…

Cloud

Twitter VSS365 Prompt

The cloud overhead was thunderstorm green.
We could taste the storm brewing.
The air charged.
Hairs stood on end.
First waves of thunder heard.
Lightning lit up the skies.
Then rain.
Warm, sticky, humid, salty rain.
Not refreshing.
Fitting.
For today we laid you to rest.

Life

Twitter VSS365 Prompt

My story is being written
I wish it was in pencil
I could erase the pain then
But it is in pen
Make mistakes
Moment never forgotten
No matter the strife
My story is being written
So much remains Unwritten
It is in pen
Never to be erased
So I live life until the very end

Love Wins

Twitter VSS365 Prompt

I crash into the ground
From the highest of highs
I pick myself up
I close myself off
I crash
I burn
I will stand up
I will fight on
I will survive
I crashed
I burned
But I stood up
Closed myself off
To have you rip down my walls
And…
Love Wins

War

Justice was held down by chains of corruption.
Her white robes changed black with death of innocenence.
She remained blind to the sight…
But the smell of the burning of freedom, would always remain.
A tear fell from under her blindfold hot against her marbled cheek.
It was time, once more, to pick up her sword.
It was time, once more, to rage war on corruption.
But the chains held her down.
She could only lend support to those who were trying to break them.
So much pain.
So much heartache.
Movements marching around her.
Freedom.
Equality.
Justice.
It was the right of the people!
Yet corruption locked her away.
She struggles against the chains.
She sees the good helping.
The Movements!
The riots turned parades!
Chip by chip the chains are breaking.
People have had enough!
They want her freed!
She needs to be freed!
For She serves only the people!
She rises up and stands in front of the crowds.
No more.
Chained no more.
She lends her soul and sword to the generals of this war.
May it be enough…
For Justice may be blind,
But She isn’t dead.