DAY SEVENTEEN: Write about a time you found out about something you weren’t supposed to know.

She drifted in a void.  She felt no control over her being.  Would she ever make it back to earth?  Would she ever see him again?

Annalii couldn’t tell how many days passed while her inner consciousness drifted back toward her body.  She wasn’t entirely sure how many days she had even been back.  No one knew she was there.  Her body was still too weak to wake and she spent much of her time asleep.  Even her consciousness seemed to drift away at times.  She didn’t to wake to know what was going on around her.

The team had returned from the rescue mission.  They had successfully found and retrieved Daniel.  He was injured, but he would heal.  Annalii wished she could make the healing happen more quickly, but two things were holding her back.  First, there was the physically barrier of her body not being awake.  More importantly, there was the knowledge she had seen during their last few moments together in the enemy ship.

At the first sound of enemy fire, the captors were off to see what was happening.  This allowed Daniel, and even more so Annalii, a respite from the torture and beatings that were continual companions.  

By now, Daniel was aware of exactly what Annalii had been able to do for him.  When his body no longer felt the pain of the blows he was experiencing, he knew it was because of the healing power of Annalii’s presence.  When the captors were gone, he mentally reached out to her in what would have been a caress if their bodies had been in the same space.  

You can’t take any more of this, Daniel spoke to her with his mind.   

I will not need to.  Your friends are here to rescue you.

What will happen to you?

I believe I will return, in time, to my body.  Perhaps with you there to guide me, I will find my way.

He looked at her then with so many emotions dancing in his blue eyes.  Even without her powers of telepathic communication, Annalii would have known the look of fear, worry and yes – love, that was showing in them.  

If I don’t make it back Daniel, there is something I would really like to share with you now while we have the time.  I don’t know if it’s possible, but I have to try.

With that, Annalii found herself kissing Daniel’s lips in the only way she could.  She knew he would feel so much better if her lips were indeed united with his, but this would have to do.  She deepened her kiss and urged him on to more.  Perhaps they would never know the pleasure of physically making love to one another, but their minds would unite as one before they left this ship.  

As the visions and the sensations heightened, Annalii found herself unable to hold back.  She unwittingly let her powerful mind travel to places Daniel had never shared with her.  Places in his heart and mind where he stored his deepest feelings and closest held secrets.  By the time she realized what she was doing, she couldn’t turn back.  She had to know:  could he love me as deeply and completely as I need him to?

And then she saw it.  The place in his heart where there should be an ocean of love was a dried up waste land.  There was pain there.  It was a place of death and betrayal.  His first and true love was taken from him, killed in spite of all he had done to save her.  

Before she could search for more, Teal’c was in the room with others from Earth in SGC uniforms.  One of them quickly helped Daniel to his feet and the spell was as broken as Annalii’s spirit.  She no longer cared if she made it back to Earth and her body.  She and Daniel could never have the type of union she had always hoped.  

Annalii looked at her healing body.  She had watched her father come and go, working to heal her with his love.  She had seen the doctors of the SGC tend to her wounds.  Now she waited for the one she knew would be able to help her.  When Sam walked in the door, Annalii knew it was time to wake up.

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Writing 101: Don’t Stop the Rockin’

Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.

My brain is going non stop these days about one single subject.  (Listen up, Writing-101-powers-that-be, I’m going to be fixing my typos.  Stop trying to ruin me!  We’ll just pretend that it’s not editing.  Okay?)

Okay, where was I?  Lately I’ve been thinking – obsessing even – over something that happened over 20 years ago.  It has always felt like that day was a turning point in my life and not in a good way.  It was the day that the relationship I had been in for over 3 years ended.  It made an impression, what can I say?  Let me tell you the story:

It started in the summer when I was in a community theater production.  I was hesitant to take the role because it would take away from the time I had with my boyfriend.  The one I’d been dating three years.  Basically through all of high school.  I took the role anyway because it was fun and I loved theater.  The night comes for the performance that my family and boyfriend were scheduled to attend.  My part kept me off stage for most of the first half of the musical.  When I finally took the stage, I was able to look out into crowd and quickly found my family.  Beside them was the empty chair that should be filled with the boyfriend.  Of course I panicked!  But the show must go on, so I powered through the rest of the scene.  At intermission, I lost it.  I was angry!  I was confused!  What was happening?  Of course I couldn’t leave the back stage area.  We wouldn’t want to spoil the illusion of the low-budget community theater production we had going on.  Besides, we didn’t have understudies, so what would have happened if I’d not gone back.  Well, I know that answer now.

Finally, the show was over.  I hurried to change out of my costume and went to find my mother.  I asked her what was wrong. She said she wasn’t sure.  She only knew he had shown up before they had left for the play and had picked up his stuff and left me a note.  What!?  No I’m really in a panic.  What was happening?

I drove home as fast as I could safely do so.  I lived about 20 miles from the town where the theater was.  I was also giving one of the other cast members a ride.  I’m pretty sure he thought he was going to die.  Now remember, this was 20 years ago and I was a teenager.  I didn’t have a cell phone.  I wasn’t trying to call the boyfriend and ask what was going on.  I needed to get home and find out for myself.

When I got there, I found carnage.  Well, first I found a few of my belongings neatly stacked on a stool.  On top of them was a note.  I picked up the note and walked to my bedroom.  That was where I found the carnage.  The sweet little brown teddy bear he had given me and we had named after the boyfriend lay there on my bed missing one head.  He decapitated my teddy!  I read the note but still didn’t understand what was happening.  The things he thought he had heard about me (maybe that he did hear about me) were simply not true.  He had heard I was cheating on him.

We got through this rough patch.  We actually got back together.  But things were hard.  Things were never the same.  A few months later, we broke up over the phone.  He told me to “have a nice life.”  It was the harshest words I can ever remember hearing.

All these years later, I still look back at that time and feel like it was a moment that changed me.  I quickly became a different person.  I started making terrible decisions.  Decisions that affected my personal life, my career, my love life.  Lately I’ve been obsessing over how much I want the chance to go back and make those choices over.  I know I can’t.  But I do have to find a way to go back and find closure.  Sure, I know that sounds cliche.  It’s just what’s on my mind right now.

Writing 101: Honing Your Point of View

The neighborhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.

 

Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.

 

Today’s twist: For those of you who want an extra challenge, think about more than simply writing in first-person point of view — build this twelve-year-old as a character. Reveal at least one personality quirk, for example, either through spoken dialogue or inner monologue.

 

Something terrible must be happening across the street.  I want to know more, but I can’t.  I’m just going to sit right here on the steps inside our house and watch out the window.  Momma doesn’t like it when I look at other houses through the window.  I want to ask momma what is happening, but she’s not here.  So I’m watching out the window when the police cars show up.

I don’t like the police cars.  They were there on the day my daddy went away.

There is the lady who lives across the street.  I don’t know her name.  Maybe momma told me.  I just call her Alice because she reminds me of the maid on that old show momma likes to watch.  I like to watch it too.  Alice has lived in that house for a long time.  She has always lived across the street from me.  She used to live there with her husband and their kids.  They were all boys.  Those boys are a lot older than me, but sometimes I could play ball with the two youngest ones.  But that was before the day my daddy went away.

Alice’s husband went away, too.  It wasn’t the same time as my daddy.  My daddy went away years ago.  Mr. Alice only went away three months ago.  I know because I always count the days on my calendar.  I remember the big days.  The days when something important happens.  Like the day my daddy went away.

It’s hard to tell what is happening from inside the house.  I can see the police get out of their cars and walk toward the front door.  There are only 2 of them and they have another lady walking with them.  She is not a police woman, but she is dressed nice.  There were a lot more police the day my daddy went away.

When the police get to the front door, I see it open.  Inside, I can see my mom and some of the other ladies who live around us.  I thought Alice was alone in the house.  I see momma crying.  I move off of the stairs and go to the front door.  It takes me a long time to put my hand on the knob.  I remember how it used to feel to run outside.  To play with the other boys.  Even to visit ladies like Alice.  I liked her.

I open the front door, but I am frozen to the spot.  There are more police now.  I start to breathe hard.  I look around with wide panicked eyes.  I haven’t been this far outside since the day my daddy went away.  And now the police are here again and somebody else is going away.

Only this time Alice is alive.

 

**Author’s note:  This was a prompt I just really did not want to respond to.  This is a half-hearted attempt and I know I should do better.  Sorry…