Delicate Balance

5:53 am ByFiled Under100 words

My senses are on overload as my heart pounds in my chest. I feel raw and exposed. Each breath is a burden, well thought out and exaggerated. Yet with each boundless breath I am still left feeling as though I am suffocating.

The anxiety is creeping further, filling every void. I swallow back tears – I must stay strong – terrified of being perceived as fragile or weak. The minutes click loud and purposeful through my brain like a metronome, pushing me closer to the edge.

Silently I take a step back, trying to focus amidst the chaos – this too shall pass.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, only using 100 words. Velvet Verbosity is back!! Her word for the week is “Fragile‘.

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Starting Anew

8:28 am ByFiled Under100 words

Her heart quickened as she looked down at the small square of paper in her hand. Surely she must be imaging this. Molly stared blankly at the newscaster as he repeated the lucky numbers.

Molly methodically followed along as he read them off, refusing to breathe for fear she may miss one. She quickly thought back to the days she was with Jack and his thriftless ways. How he made absolutely sure she had nothing but what she could fit in her small suitcase the day she left him.

But this would change everything. With that realization, Molly finally exhaled.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, only using 100 words. Velvet Verbosity is back!! Her word for the week is “Thriftless‘.

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Journey Of the Soul

6:52 pm ByFiled Under100 words

She packed her bags and placed them by the door. Molly wondered how long it would take him to notice she was gone. She contemplated leaving him a note but what’s the point. He probably wouldn’t even bother to read it.

Molly glanced around the house one last time. She grabbed her bags, took a deep breath and shut the door to her old life behind her.

“Where are we going?” a little voice inside her queried.

Hmmm, she pondered. The open road awaits and my soul longs to be set free. Today, I will let destiny set the course!

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, only using 100 words. Velvet Verbosity has been on hiatus but my desire to be challenged lives on. My challenge word for myself this week was ‘Journey‘.

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Smoke and Mirrors

5:50 pm ByFiled Underlife

sassy irish lassieMolly sat next to him, her face bent down, covered by a shroud of uncertainty. These events always brought out the best in him, making it easy to see why she fell in love with him so many years ago. He always put on quite the show at public affairs. He would laugh and hold her close, determined to maintain the appearance of the ‘perfect couple’. Of course, everyone she met always took time to point out how ‘amazing and generous‘ her husband was, that she was so lucky to have such a great catch. If they only knew….

For Molly, these functions held even greater meaning. These outings were a chance to escape her life and get a glimpse of the outside world. They were a diversion, a momentary liberation from the confines of their penthouse. It was a time for her to shine, to engage, to be noticed. To not just be something that was dull and useless, something that harbored no true joy.

But all this freedom came a price. Molly knew she had to be on her toes, mindful of every word, thought and even glance. For if anything was perceived, even in the slightest, as unacceptable – she would have to endure the wrath. She alone would be made to suffer for her inadequacies. He was a man of his word and she had learned long ago to never question or doubt him.

The mirage of perfection was difficult to sustain. While Molly flourished and thrived in the company of others, the stress of the production was often too much to bear. She had given up hope years ago that he would ever change, that the loving and charming man in public, would ever be the man she went home with.  That the affection and kindness he showered her with in the presence of others would ever be heartfelt  and real. She had given up on being loved.

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Six Word Memoir – Dreaming Of Waves

5:11 am ByFiled UnderSix Word Memoir

Bursting at the seams for freedom.

The countdown for my surfing trip has begun! I truly can’t wait and think about it every day. I have to admit, it may be affecting my productivity just a wee bit. But who could resist thinking of sand, sun and surf all day long?!?

How was your week in six words?

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The Heart Grieves

8:39 pm ByFiled Under100 words

She left me standing in the doorway. Her bitter and cruel words still ringing in my ears. My only true friend.

I pressed my back against the door, grasping for any bit of of support I could find. As I slid to the floor, the realization that my world was quickly crashing around me took me by such force that I was left gasping for air.

Fierce pain seared through my heart, leaving burnt remains in their wake. Her son who called me ‘Auntie’ for years, was actually the son of my husband. A house of cards built on lies.

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100 Word Song is a writing challenge from Lance based on a weekly music prompt. This week’s challenge was inspired by ‘Of Lillies And Remains‘ by Bauhaus.
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Forbidden

4:08 pm ByFiled Underindie ink

The path through the forest was narrow and overgrown. Vines of ivy trickled through any available opening, desperately searching for a glimpse of sunlight. Most of the villagers avoided this path, preferring to take the long and easy way into town. There were numerous stories and tales of the woods being haunted, surely fabricated to keep the villagers out of woodland. But Armus, on the other hand, loved everything about the forest and tried to travel this way way as often as possible.

He had been playing in these woods since he was a small boy. It was in these woods that he defeated armies of knights, slayed dragons and even discovered and conquered new lands. These woods were home to him and he often sought solace amongst the silence of the trees.

His favorite place was a small opening towards the center of the forest. The clearing was carpeted in soft grass and decorated with patches of bluebells and snowdrops. Here he would contemplate life and retreat from the ever increasing demands of his father. His father’s latest obsession was marrying him off to a local maiden that Armus had no desire for.

Armus began to take off his shirt so he could stretch out in the tall grass when something flickered in the sunlight and caught his eye. But before he could focus – it was gone. Strange he thought, and plucked a long blade of grass to soulfully gnaw. But there, closer than he realized, was Nissa. She had been impatiently waiting for his return.

Nissa made herself comfortable atop a white snowdrop, swoonfully resting her head in her hands. She watched as the sun glistened off the smooth, chiseled muscles of his chest. She leaned forward, longing to reach out and just touch him and have him touch her. She was so instantly caught up in the moment that she lost her balance and went tumbling to the ground.  She landed in a heap, flustered and mortified. Well, that was quite unfairy like she sighed. Thankfully, Armus did not notice. What would it take to get him to finally notice her? It was the question she pondered since the day she set eyes on him, many moons ago.

For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, lisa challenged me with “Write a story about the two mostly unlikely people you can think of falling in love” and I challenged Heather with “Write about the fickle finger of fate“.

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Entrapment of the Soul

8:07 pm ByFiled Under100 words

As the wind rushed through the trees with high pitched cries, she swore she heard it crying her name. Molly paused briefly as a gust began to entwine itself in her hair. Long red ringlets whirled and danced through the air, creating an auburn aura around her.

She could feel him there with her. She felt his warm breath brush the nape of her neck. Her emotions began to swell, leaving her breathless and lightheaded. Her eyes fluttered as she spun towards the ground and caught a glimpse of all that was really left of him – an inscribed marble slab.

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100 Word Song is a writing challenge from Lance based on a weekly music prompt. This week’s challenge was inspired by ’Of Lillies And Remains‘ by Bauhaus.
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Trust

4:38 pm ByFiled Under100 words

Molly heard hesitation in his voice when she answered the phone. He said he was on the way – that his meeting ran late. She wanted to believe him. Jack had never given her a reason not to trust him. But lately, something didn’t seem right.

Jack finally arrived at 8:00, two hours past their reservation. So much for dinner she fumed and turned her back to him.

“Don’t be mad baby.”

“Baby?!”

As she whipped around to give him a piece of her mind she lost her balance, tumbling into him and sending a little blue box tumbling across the floor.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, only using 100 words. Velvet Verbosity has been on hiatus but my desire to be challenged lives on. My challenge word for myself this week was ‘Trust‘.

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Direction

5:06 am ByFiled Under100 words

The force within is in constant motion. Pulling and tugging in every direction, creating a continuous battle of wills.

I take a deep breath – not sure where the next thrust will take me. Suddenly I am propelled with such force that I loose all sense of direction. My body becomes consumed with movement.

As it tightens its grip around me I wonder if it will ever set me free. I lurch and am suddenly thrust to the surface in an act of mercy. The sun is bright, making it difficult to focus. But off in the distance, I see safety.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, only using 100 words. Velvet Verbosity has been on hiatus but my desire to be challenged lives on. My challenge word for myself this week was ‘Direction‘.

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