Short Story Sunday #59

SSS Wedding Prep

 

I wrote this 100-word drabble as a part of Sacha Black’s Writespiration #37 a few weeks ago. Make sure you check out her blog, as well! Enjoy!

“We’re going to a wedding, not a funeral! Look happy.” She told me as she put on mascara, her face inches away from the mirrior.

I sat on her bed watching her waiting for my turn in front of the mirror. I was happy. But did she remember the way she spoke to me minutes ago?

“Don’t wear your hair like that. Those shoes don’t look well with that dress. You’re going to put on make-up, right?”

Sure, I was happy to go to the wedding. It was just hard to be happy sitting in the same room as her.

Happy Birthday, Blog!

Happy 3 BDay Blog

Last Thursday, May 14, was the third anniversary–or birthday as I like to call it–of my blog and how long I’ve been on WordPress. I find that to be a huge accomplishment!

When I first started this blog I didn’t see myself still blogging three years later. I started this blog because I knew it was a great way to be recognized as a writer. Well, three years later and I’m still not published, but I’ve still come a long way.

My writing has improved greatly (as far as I can tell) and so has my blog. I’ve been blogging on a daily basis, have regular features, have a steady followship (I just made that word up!), I have my own domain name, and my blog actually means something to not just me, but to my readers as well.

My blog isn’t about promoting my writing. Sure, the recognition is still nice for when I do get published, but my blog has become more than that; it’s about my readers.

All of you guys have given me such wonderful advice regarding writing and blogging. I’ve made so many WordPress friends over the past few years. I’m not going to link to anyone because I’m afraid I’ll forget someone, but you should know who you are!

My blog has evolved immensely over the years and it’s because of all my readers. I don’t know if I would still be blogging if it weren’t for you guys reading, liking, and commenting on my posts. The WordPress community is certainly a great one; especially the writers.

With being said, I have a month-long feature coming up in June that I’ve been working on for the past couple of weeks. I hope you guys look forward to that and enjoy it because I’m having a good time coming up with the posts for it.

I didn’t mean for this post to sound like an acceptance speech and I didn’t mean for it to come off as corny or too sappy. Sorry about that, but all of you guys do mean a lot to mean me. So… I guess in addition to the heads-up about my June feature, I’ll give you another heads-up.

Since we love you all so much, Kris and I have been working on something special. That won’t be coming until the middle of August. It’s something private between us and our WordPress buddies–and it’s writing related. That’s all I’m going to say on the matter until August is here and we’re ready to announce it. So I hope you all look forward to that as well!

So, happy third birthday to my blog! Let’s hope there are many more years to come.

Short Story Sunday #57

SSS Crowd

            She was carried along by the crowd. She tried to reach her arms through people and also tried to see over their heads, but she was too small. She called out his name a few times, but the crowd was so loud in yelling and stampeding through the streets, that no one could hear her; she couldn’t even hear herself.

Amanda, when she could no longer see Jeff, turned around and started walking among the crowd. She didn’t know where they were going, but she thought that it would be easier to walk with the crowd than against. Maybe she could find a small gap that she could fit through and make it to the sidewalk. Then she could backtrack and try to find Jeff again.

She hoped Jeff was thinking the same thing and was trying to find his way back to her.

Amanda picked up her feet and was marching through the streets. She felt so small with the entire crowd surrounding her that if she walked as she normally did, she knew for sure that she would fall and get trampled.

Finally, she found a small opening and tried to walk through it when someone grabbed her arm. She was startled and tried to wriggle free, but she couldn’t get out of the grip.

“Stop, it’s me! Jeff!”

Amanda turned around and noticed Jeff right behind her holding onto her arm. She let out a sigh of relief.

“What are you walking with the crowd for?” Jeff demanded glaring at her.

“I was trying to get away, but I wasn’t strong enough to walk the opposite way. I was trying to make my way to the sidewalk.” Amanda explained.

“Hold onto my arm and do not let go. Follow me.” Jeff was still holding onto Amanda’s arm and she was holding onto his other arm.

He led the way diagonally. They were walking with the crowd, but there were making their way to the sidewalk where no one seemed to be around. Amanda was thankful that the stampede was protesting in the street and not the sidewalk. She thought that was odd, but she wasn’t going to say anything about it.

Finally, she and Jeff made it safely to the sidewalk. Holding onto her tighter, Jeff turned around and started running in the opposite direction of the crowd.

“Where are going to go?” Amanda called trying to keep up with him. Her legs were a lot shorter than his to the point that he was practically dragging her down the sidewalk.

“We’re going home to get some supplies and then we’re leaving the city.” Jeff answered, but he didn’t turn his head to look at her. He was too focused on where he was going.

“What is going on, anyway? Why are all these people so angry?” Amanda wondered.

“We’ll talk about that later in private!” Jeff shouted over the crowd. “We don’t want anyone overhearing our conversation. No more talking until we find the car.”

Amanda nodded her head even though Jeff wasn’t looking at her. With Jeff holding onto her hand and leading her, she watched the crowd trample by them going in the opposite direction. No one seemed to notice that other people were running the opposite way. None of the protesters seemed to care that they were scaring the lives out of some people.

Amanda had woken up that morning to crashes and bangs. When she peeked out the window she noticed that parts of the city were destroyed and on fire. She didn’t understand what was going on. She didn’t understand why the protestors were rioting. She went outside to look for her husband Jeff when she was accidentally swept away by the crowd.

Apparently Jeff was trying to pack the car and get their things together in an attempt to leave the city. That was why Amanda couldn’t find him in the morning and now that the crowd carried her so far away, she ended up delaying their escape.

However, she wasn’t sure what they were escaping from. She didn’t want to leave the city. She didn’t want to leave her home. It was the first house and her husband bought together when they first got married. They were going to start a family together soon. If they left the city, they would have nowhere to go. They would be homeless.

They made it back to the house and Jeff let go of Amanda’s arm. He barked some orders to her and Amanda immediately obeyed without asking any questions.

Together, the two of them ran into their house and grabbed as many belongings as they could. They didn’t bother to pack anything in suitcases; they just threw everything into the minivan and tossed the suitcases in after. They would sort through it all later.

“Is there anything else you need to get?” Jeff asked starting up the van.

Amanda looked back at the house. She and Jeff grabbed all their clothes, all the food they could carry, their stash of money, and any other essentials they needed. They were even able to throw in some things that had sentimental value.

“The house,” Amanda replied without thinking.

Jeff frowned.

“I know… maybe when this is all over we can come back with hopes that it’s not burned to the ground or broken into. I wish we could pack everything we have, including the furniture and the house itself. But we just can’t. Amanda, is there anything else you need to get? We need to leave… immediately.” Jeff explained looking sad.

Amanda shook her head and hopped into the front seat of the car. As she buckled her seatbelt, Jeff revved the engine and sped off. Amanda watched her house shrink in the distance through the side mirror and allowed a few tears to come down her cheek.

“What was going on?” she whispered to Jeff.

“They’re bringing the war here.” Jeff had a tear rolling down his cheek as well.