The first thing I remember, was waking up on my side. The intense chest pain, a head ache, lungs polluted with smoky fumes plagued me. An irritatingly loud alarm ringed through my ears; indicating something surely was wrong. Debris was everywhere and I had no idea where I was. In a obviously dire condition to do anything, I knew I had to try and put it all together as best I could. Getting up was hard, lugging up my near corpse, I struggled to balance against the wall. Noticing the porthole, I realised the black abyss revealed on the other side was in fact the vastnesses of space. I rested my bloodied forehead on the scratched cracked glass and I could see through it a planet of magnificent purple landmass and vibrant green seas. I knew it was not my home planet nor did I know of the place I had originated from.
A console with a pulsing bright light drew me towards it. Mesmerized, I hoped it would provide answers. I tapped the screen and it illuminated me with the flicker of a digitized face; a rather ambiguous face at that. The artificial intelligence wished to assist me, it explained; it too had no intention of dying either. After a brief introduction and reorientation I had to assume the A.I. was helping; the alternative being left adrift and wandering space aimlessly. I geared up with any supplies I thought useful and managed to the teleporter pad. I took a deep breath as apprehension took hold. I hesitated to initiate the process, while fully unaware of what waited on the planet below…
Among the bright stars
Adventure awaits the brave
Warp through the unknown
Laura Steel © 2015
Yet another summer break from school and my parents had already decided where we would go for our little trip out. We all went to the aquarium of all places, it was quite the journey even with the motorway, I had never been before so I was quite excited. We spent the whole day there, from early in the morning till late afternoon. It was a beautiful sunny day as well and the park’s decorations of fibreglass fish, rocks, fake coral and painted wooden signs were just as bright as the tropical fish.
I had ran off slightly, ignoring my mothers repeated pleas, I wanted to see it all; not missing any of the species of aquatic life housed there. I could hear my parents speaking in the background, even while I ran round trying race round. I thought it was a little weird the way they were doing it though, they were really loud at times and as red as the lobsters; like the ones I saw earlier. I noticed other people were looking at them funny but I just went back to my staring brightly eyed into each tank.
I used loved those days we all spent as a family, from time to time I reflect in a wild fit of nostalgia. How things have changed now.
Splendid fishy school
Lying brightly in the sun
Nay, are they not dead?
Laura Steel ©2015
I remember one time; a half-term when I was twelve, that I had the whole week off from school. I originally thought that I would just spend it playing in the street with a few of my friends or on my game console like usual, however mum and dad had surprised me. We were going to go to the zoo of all places. I thought I had never been, so I was really excited. Mum and dad said I had when I was younger, like two maybe, with my older brother; but I can’t remember. The journey was rather long but then most trips are when your fairly young.
When we got there we spend a few hours walking around. I loved the aviary section, which was unwillingly to become my favourite. I loved looking at all the birds, they were all so beautify. The best one for me was clearly the peafowls, the male peacocks were just stunning. The way they would fan out their tail feathers into that broad display of blues, greens and yellows. And those eyes! Those dozens of eyes, they just captivated me. I almost forget they were attached to the bird and I could have starred for hours at them. However, we still had much of the zoo to see and I reluctantly had to go with the rest of the family. I really wish I could have one as a pet.
Hexed by pretty plumes
A fan of feathers bewitch
The eyes stare so bold
Laura © 2014
I don’t know why it happens, getting myself so worked up. All I can think of is putting my fist through a wall, wishing it were the face of everyone who ever wronged another or have said something I’ve found to be abhorrent or intolerant. Watching the news on TV usually or the many clips and articles online, they all do it; building up this rage inside of me I find so difficult to release. Why must I feel so angry? Why me of all people? – I didn’t asked for this.
I always thought I was rather laid back and easy going kind of person. Those pills I used to take for depression would work but they zombiefied me to the point of being a nothing of a person, it was simple yet boring existence, devoid of any emotion. I don’t know what is worse.
I’ve watched other people going about their lives, most oblivious of the plight of others, acting like nothing is wrong with the world. I bet they would change their tone if the roles were reversed, they were the ones looking up, reaching out for that hand of a saviour, with the desire to be rescued but then realise that feeling of horrible loneliness; the fact no one would help them. It’s a selfish attitude, acting with such apathy of others; like someone else’s problems are none of their business. Or do they actually not care?
Angered by others
Intense fury burns within
I’m consumed by rage
Laura Steel © 2015
The annual report of Digiscriptura for 2014
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I always loved coming to this little hideaway for our little holiday breaks. For the past fourteen years our family always house shared the third from the bridge. Me and my brother always loved playing football on the grass, unless one of us hit the ball into the river or running through the woods behind the houses til dark.
I remember one time we knocked a ball into the far house garden. We took turns daring who should get it. We were told it was never lived in but when we tried to retrieve our ball we could swear we saw movement inside, when we tried looking beyond our reflections in the window.
I recall asking an old man about it a few years ago, he said it hasn’t been lived in for sometime; since he was a child in fact.
Apparently, the story was, a couple used to live there. A young woman use to wait at home for her husband returning from the mill further down the river. She could always be seen riding a blue bike with a wicker basket, when ever she rode into town.
However, one day the husband returned home only to find an empty house; he waited for his wife, even searched everywhere for her, but she never did return…
…I wondered if he meant that blue rusty frame in those bushes me and my brother found in the woods?
Prompts used: http://jeremysdailychallenge.wordpress.com/2015/01/01/challenge-2015-week-1-1-january-2015/
1. The Visitor by Janet Mayled
2. Theme prompt: Reflections on a window
Laura Steel © 2015