Our last hope (MB #22)

The clock ticked by in slow motions ready to hit 6 o’clock and I stretched my arms over my head to ease the numbness of my body. The intensive care unit was empty with the exception of two of John’s deputies and a nurse. I shifted against the uncomfortable chair that had hosted me for…

He begged in the end… (MB #16)

For the next few days, I engaged in a routine some would deem boring and almost unbearable. I woke up everyday ready for a new day, took care of feeding Loki and played with him as often as I could in the patio. Hunter had brought Thor back from the farm as well, so I…

When I saw her… (MB #12)

My grandfather used to say that if a woman looks like she’s about to explode, you need to run for the hills because chances are it is your fault or it is about to be. He never mentioned anything about the possibility of her being my shelter or that in that state, she would look…

The murder suspect (MB #11)

I began my morning in a blissful state with the strong aroma of my coffee and the pinch of cinnamon in it. After the make out session with Hunter, I finished my breakfast and let him go to check on the rest of the animals on the farm. Since my initial plans of starting to…

Spilling the tea to grams…(MB #8)

I was sat down in grams’ garden on an old-wooden chair warmed by the sun, tea cup in hand despite not being a tea person, waiting for her to bring some snacks for us to enjoy whilst chatting. She’d seen right through me as soon as I’d walked in. Puffy, red eyes that couldn’t hide…

You’re a good person (MB #7)

I woke up with a knot in my stomach, a sensation that something was wrong. Perhaps all the wine I had drank the other night was taking its toll on me. It only took me a few seconds to remember why I had started drinking in the first place and my stomach churned in disgust…

That place in the mountains (MB #4)

So, here I was! In front of I what I could only describe as one of those big, red farms you see in movies with horses in the distance and cattle grazing on green pastures. The place was huge and looked as if it had been passed down through generations. The red paint had slowly…

The first encounter (MB #3)

Casually dressed and sporting a messy bun, I made my way to the car to ride into town. The weather gave me the feel of summer despite being in April whilst the smell of wildflowers engulfed me in a magical bliss. I’d never taken the time to admire my surroundings like this before, perhaps because…

The stranger (MB #2)

After breakfast I decided to go on a hike. Was it the best idea? The best thing I could spend my time on? Probably not. But still, I went anyway. I needed to shake off yesterday’s negative vibes that had ruined my plans for the day and forget about my persistent worry over who might…

The first morning…(MB #1)

The sun came through my window pane early in the morning, bright and hopeful telling me it was time to get up. I was reluctant to do so, regardless of how sunny it was. I was used to being woken up by my alarm with an echoing sound that felt like someone was scratching my…

Do you ever think about getting old?

Writing prompt of the day: write about the fear of getting old. Ageing is the most natural thing, yet many of us fear it. The fear of the the unknown is stronger than my sense of logic at times. I look at myself in the mirror every single day and I watch dark circles appear…