Write It Wednesday...Spotless Tan Carpeting

I've got to admit, the prompt for this week's Write It Wednesday creative writing challenge has me a little stumped. Steph did a great job coming up with it, so let's jump right in and see what happens!

The elevator opened, and she tumbled out onto the floor. Clutching her trench coat, shaking in her shoes, she clambered to her feet and walked briskly out to the lobby, leaving a trail of dark red foot prints behind her.

Trying to catch her breath, she tied up her coat tightly and let the building. Meanwhile upstairs, sunlight streamed into the room, illuminating an eclectic assortment of modernly angular furniture sitting astutely upon spotless tan carpeting. Carpeting that had been tirelessly scrubbed out of fear.

Fear of being ridiculed. Fear of being punished. Fear of being labelled a failure.

Her mind was completely scattered. She turned the corner, fearing that people could see the panic on her face. Fearing that they would somehow know what happened. 

She was frantic, trying to hide the panic on her face seemed like a pointless task. Wringing her hands, all she could think was to turn each corner and leave the tan carpet behind. 

She looked up, and there he stood. She wanted to vomit, seeing the look of disappointment on his face.

"I told you I couldn't do it," she said, turning her eyes to the ground.

"I knew you couldn't. You're pathetic. You're everything that I feared you were."

In that one moment, something in her snapped. Images flooded her mind and cluttered her thoughts. The dropped dish of cranberry sauce, splattered all over their tan carpet, the turkey black and burnt, the rolls strewn across the floor.

Without a second thought, she sprang forward and lost control. A strange light flashed in her eyes, and then he was limp.

She wiped her lip with the tip of her finger, and looked down to see a new shade of red, so much darker than the cranberry sauce he had worried himself over. 

That damn tan carpet. The ridiculous angular furniture.

Who was she kidding? She wasn't made for this life, wasn't meant to be a house wife and provide the perfect Thanksgiving meal to her darling husband.

She chuckled wickedly under her breath and licked her lips.

No. She was meant for so much more.

I really hope that I'll see some familiar blog amongst the linkup at Confessions of a Stay-at-Home-Mom. These challenges are so important to test the boundaries and see where our imaginations can push us. They make us better writers, better bloggers and they are fun!

Write-It-Wednesday...She Heard His Words

I'm so excited to link up again this week with Confessions of a Stay-at-Home-Mom for Write It Wednesday. I really enjoyed last weeks challenge, and think it's really awesome to get back  to creative writing just for the fun of it.

This week's prompt is....

And here's my entry...

She sat on the edge of the bed. The night was still, the room was dark. 

Her feet gently grazed the floor. It was cold...almost damp. For a moment, she wondered why, but then realized that it all made sense. The floor was damp from the tears that had been falling from her eyes for the past hour.

She tried to summon the strength to get off the bed, maybe go take a shower or shake off the feeling that someone was watching her.

She heard his words, and knew they were real, but could not bring herself to believe them.

"Sarah...get up." He whispered.

It felt as though he were sitting beside her, his fingers tracing up and down her spine.

She could feel his lips graze against her shoulder. It felt cold, but in the stillness of this night, it was comforting. 

She looked at her shoulder, feeling the goosebumps starting to prickle up on her skin. She knew he was there...but in her heart, she knew it wasn't possible.

She lept from bed, feeling an urgent need to find him. How could she have heard his words? How was it even possible?

Looking in the mirror, she stopped her frantic search. Seeing a dim reflection, his reflection, she brought her fingers to get lips and a single tear fell down her cheek.

"Sarah...I love you" he whispered.

Closing her eyes, she felt his familiar hands on her shoulders, coming around to embrace her for one last time.

And with that, he was gone. No longer would she hear his voice, feel his lips on her shoulder or his fingers on her spine. 

No longer would she sit there waiting...waiting for his return. She knew that there was no way for him to get back from where he had gone, no way for him to kiss her again and no way for them to be together, until her final day in this life came to an end.

Thanks again for hosting this awesome challenge, Steph! I can't wait for next week!

Write It Wednesday..And with that he closed the door

Linking up today with Confessions of a Stay At Home Mom. Steph has created a really awesome link up - every Wednesday, she will post a prompt to get your creative writing jucies flowing. The idea is to take that prompt and turn it into something creative.

I used to LOVE creative writing in school, and may or may not have written a few short novels, children's stories and been published way back in the day. Finding this of CoaSAHM really brought back the memories, and got the creative juices going!

Today's prompt is...

"And with that he closed the door, sending the crunchy autumn leaves on the front step swirling in the air." 

Here's my creative entry...

And with that he closed the door, sending the crunchy autumn leaves on the front step swirling in the air. 

He didn't make it far, knowing immediately that leaving meant he would be leaving forever. Knowing in his heart that turning his back meant that she would be gone...forever. Was that something he could live with?

He sat on the step, listening to the wind howling in the trees. The faint sound of a woman crying could be heard, but he couldn't be sure if it were real or just his guilt swelling up inside and playing tricks on him. 

As the wind died down, and he got ready to leave, the porch light flickered on. He turned around to see her standing there. She looked as though her spirit was broken.

Shaking and shivering, she opened the door and stared at him. He wasn't sure if he was to go to her and comfort her or if she wanted him to truly leave. He opened his mouth to speak and then...

BANG!

The sound of a single gun shot on a cold autumn evening could be heard for miles. 

All he had wanted was to be free, but the decision to actually leave...leave her and their life...was one he almost couldn't bear. With one single gun shot, she set him free.