Kate’s Untold Story: “Whirlwind Of Stupid”

This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses .

This week’s prompt is : “Whirlwind

*Inspired by Maya Angelou’s quote – “There is nothing more painful than an untold story buried in your soul“.

Note: I’ll be taking this opportunity to create some background thoughts from “Kate” (from my draft novella).*

I’m sitting on the edge of the bathtub waiting for the plumber to arrive.

My feet are dangerously close to a stinky brown puddle on the ceramic floor but my focus is not on the nasty toilet overflow, it’s on the view of my lush green garden mocking me through the bathroom window. I never have time to enjoy the garden anymore because I’m always inside the house dealing with all kinds of crap.

And today, it literally is “crap”.

I hop skip and jump out of the bathroom, head to the living room to rescue my still-hot cup of coffee and plunk myself down into my reading chair by the window.

I’m starting to hate this house.

The house that my ex-husband John bought after we were married. The house I put my heart and soul in to make a “home”. The house I fought for as part of the divorce settlement. Now, I just hate it and all the sad memories that waft through its empty space. I must have been a horrible person in my past life to have ended up like this…

I despise this frickin’ house.

Unlike that stupid movie from years ago, my ex didn’t have me “at hello”. But he was persistent unlike the few other men I had been with at that time. Between John wearing me down and my oh-so-supportive mother insisting that I wouldn’t find better, I gave in and let him “have me”. But it wasn’t hard to fall for him and when I did, I trusted him…

I mean, for one, John wasn’t an ugly man but his confident nature made up for whatever he lacked in looks. He treated me like a princess and gave me the kind of attention I had always longed for. I was the center of his world (or so I thought), the girl he couldn’t get enough of and he was always ready to please. Our coupling was like one of those sappy romantic Hallmark movies (that I now hate) where the leading man is almost perfect, does all the right things and life is happily ever after. Back then, John had me right where he wanted me – dizzy and hypnotized by a multicolored whirlwind of stupid.

Stupid.

That fairytale fizzled out fast after the twins. John, the slithering snake disguised as my leading man shed his skin and now I am here sitting alone in an empty house wondering how I wasted the last twenty years of my life…

Kate

You can read more from Kate here.

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Monday’s One-Minute Fiction: Week of January 15: “Whirlwind”

It’s a WHIRLWIND out there. Maybe for you it’s a busy life and for me, this weekend’s snowstorm was like being in a whirlwind! Anyways, that’s the theme this week for One Minute Fiction so put your thinking caps on and get to writing!
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Rise and shine! I know. You’re bummed that it’s Monday already. (Where did the weekend go?) But I’ve got a challenge to motivate you out of that warm bed, and to get your mind moving fast this early morning. 😉

Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided! Of course, you can come back to edit for grammar & spelling, but the story itself must be written in a minute.

Do you follow Song Lyric Sunday on This Thing Call Life One Word At A Time? For the month of January, I’m taking a little inspiration from Helen’s lovely challenge. This Sunday’s theme was “natural disasters.” Whether the disaster is natural, personal, political, etc., they all have one thing in common. They leave you spinning. So, with that being said, here is your prompt…

whirlwind

Now…

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“Again And Again” #1minfiction #fiction

This was written for the One Minute Fiction Challenge at “Lovely Curses“.

This week’s prompt is: “Again and Again“.

When I tried to quietly slip out of the bed, Tyler outstretched his arm and held onto me tightly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he whispered into my ear and kissed my neck. I was tempted to stay where I was, just continuing laying with him in that comfortable bed and making love with him again and again. But I couldn’t. I glanced at the clock and knew that time was running out. Before I knew it, I would have to explain myself to him. But before I did, I desperately needed a shower.

I gently pried his fingers open from my waist to release myself from his grip.

“Tyler, I need to pee. And I want to take a shower.”

Reluctantly, he let me slip out of his grasp. I stood up and felt a little self-conscious standing in front of him completely naked.

“Do you want help with that shower?” he teased with a smile on his face. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“I think that I can handle it on my own. Go back to sleep.”

I bent over and kissed him on the forehead, knowing that a real kiss would turn into more of what we seemed to be a perfect match for. But he pulled me further into him and kissed me thoroughly, feeling the temptation to let him sweep my senses away again. I pulled away and averted my eyes dreading how he would look at me later…

“Hurry back…” he mumbled and shut his eyes. I made my way to the bathroom, jumped into the shower and let the hot water relax my body as well as my thoughts. I had to bite the bullet and just tell him. I toweled off, wrapped the towel around me and padded back into the room to find him fast asleep. The longer I looked at the rise and fall of his chest, the more I couldn’t bring myself to wake him up to talk.

I can’t do it.

I grabbed my clothes and padded back to the bathroom to get dressed. As I neatly placed my wet towel next to his on the rack, I took a deep breath and looked into the mirror at my guilty reflection.

He’s not going to forgive me, for not telling him sooner and running again.

Back in the bedroom, I stared at him for what seemed like an eternity before I kissed him ever so lightly on the cheek. Tyler stirred but didn’t wake up.

It’s better this way.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I only had a few hours to retrieve my luggage from my place and head to the airport but all I could do was think about everything we could have been.

Note: This is the end of the Laney and Tyler snippets for now. I know, I know that I’ve said that before but this time I mean it. Thank you for enjoying these characters enough for me to keep “teasing” you with them. I’ve got plans for this couple and need to start putting together their novella together.

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Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided! Of course, you can come back to edit for grammar & spelling, but the story itself must be written in a minute. Your prompt may be a photo, or a word, or a sentence—whatever inspires me, and hopefully inspires you too.

“Rocket Love” #1minfiction #fiction

This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses .

This week’s prompt is : “Blast Off

It’s not necessary to read these three pieces first but you can if you want to.

The Midnight Hour (1)

What A Girl Wants (2)

Feast Or Famine (3)

When I felt Laney trying to quietly slip out of the bed, I outstretched my arm and held onto her tightly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I whispered into her ear and kissed her neck. She had exhausted me and all that I wanted to do was go back to sleep with my body spooned against hers…at least until I had more energy to continue what we had started after midnight. Each and every time we made love, we were like two rockets blasting off  to higher and even higher heights. Between us, it as all systems go. There was definitely no failure to launch. I couldn’t get enough of her. But I felt completely strung out.

Laney’s fingers pried mine open to release herself from my grip. “Tyler, I need to pee. And I want to take a shower.”

Reluctantly, I let her slip out of my grasp. She stood up and I admired her glorious nakedness before me.

“Do you want help with that shower?” I teased. Laney’s smile spread across her face.

God, that smile will always be my downfall.

“I think that I could handle it on my own. Go back to sleep.” She bent over and kissed me on the forehead. I pulled her further into me and kissed her thoroughly, feeling my energy rise despite my tiredness. Laney gently pulled away and averted my eyes.

After the way she’s been so assertive last night, how could she play shy now?

“Hurry back…” I mumbled and shut my eyes, waiting for her to crawl back into bed after being freshly showered. But when I woke up again, I reached out and found the space next to me was cold.

“Babe?” I bolted upright and saw that her clothes and shoes had disappeared from the floor. “Laney?”

Naked as the day I was born, I rushed to the bathroom to find her wet towel draped neatly on the rack next to mine. It was obvious that she had left without so much as a goodbye.

To be continued by Laney’s perspective of the same scene…

©2018 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided! Of course, you can come back to edit for grammar & spelling, but the story itself must be written in a minute. Your prompt may be a photo, or a word, or a sentence—whatever inspires me, and hopefully inspires you too.

Monday’s One-Minute Fiction: Week of January 1: “Blast Off”

Happy New Year Everyone!
Hope you had a great fun ringing in 2018! If you are still awake, why not start the year off write with a one minute challenge?
“Blast off” is today’s prompt for the One Minute Fiction challenge. Get yourself ready, WRITE and participate directly on Lovely Curses!
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Happy New Year! Do you aspire to write more flash fiction in 2018?  Want to explore how quickly an idea sparks after looking at a picture, a word, a phrase–how quickly you can develop that idea into a complete story?

Well, do I have the perfect challenge for you! And it’ll only take a minute of your time!

Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided! Of course, you can come back to edit for grammar & spelling, but the story itself must be written in a minute.

Most of us spent the last minute of 2017 counting down as the clock ticked to 12:00AM, January 1, 2018. It made me think– What else do we count down for? Rocket launches! So while 2017 might have been a down year for some of us, let’s be lifted up by this week’s prompt…

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“Presents Under The Tree” #1minfiction #fiction

This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses

This week’s prompt is: “Presents under the tree”

I pitched my glass of rum filled eggnog across the living room like a professional baseball player. The glass from my husband’s trophy case shattered and littered the floor into tiny dangerous pieces all over the hardwood.

How could I have been so stupid?

The festively wrapped box with a gold bow had been delivered to my door last night on Christmas Eve with a note carefully handwritten card that said “Merry Christmas Mr. & Mrs.”

Whoever his bitch was, she was beyond bold. But even though I wanted to kill her, I had to admire her moxey.

I took one last look at the ultrasound image before tossing it back into the box with the loose diapers that had accompanied it. I placed the lid back on, dropped the box onto the floor and kicked it until it lay with the other presents under the Christmas tree.

A lying, cheating, fucking first class asshole of a husband is one thing. But a baby with a hoe for a mama? A baby is a totally different kettle of fish.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that this joke had nothing to do with me.

The joke would be on him having to explain his bitch to me after opening that gift tonight and realizing that our prenup would leave him with nothing but a dime to his name.

And the rest of the joke would be on her when she found out that he had been shooting blanks all along due to the vasectomy I had insisted on before we got married.

Merry Christmas to both of you…

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Monday’s One-Minute Fiction: Week of December 25

Presents!
Between all the hustle and bustle today, you have ONE minute to do what you love…which is “write”! Come on, drop that gift and pick up that pen!
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Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas! Do you have time between unwrapping presents for a quick flash fiction exercise?

Time is of the essence, and I’m only asking for one minute!

Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided! Of course, you can come back to edit for grammar & spelling, but the story itself must be written in a minute.

Your prompt may be a photo, or a word, or a sentence—whatever inspires me, and hopefully inspires you too.

This month, I’m partnering with Marquessa at Simply Marquessa to bring you #1MinFiction and her challenge, #LyricalFictionFriday. Be sure to stop by her blog this Friday for more fun prompts (and to build an awesome playlist too! 😉 )

For some people, Christmas is all about . . . PRESENTS! As much as I’d loved to rant…

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