Letters-Photo Challenge

 

The clock ticks. Only two hours left to complete the rest of the test. Your very future rests in your ability to choose the correct letter time and time again. You thought you were prepared, and at first, things were smooth sailing. You’re halfway through, but you’re stuck and running out of steam. What is the question asking? You don’t know. What strategy were you taught? You can’t remember. What answers can you eliminate? Your brain is too jumbled to think about it.

You’re ready to throw in the towel, but failure is not an option. You need to pass to be successful in life. All your dreams rest in those four little letters. A. B. C. D. A. B. C. D. A. B. C. D. Over and over again.

Maybe you can randomly choose and hope for the best. Maybe you can fill in the circles to make a pattern, or maybe a boat. Yes, a boat sounds good. But you know the stakes are too high. There is too much to lose, so you keep chugging along.

You get toward the end. “Fifteen minutes remain,” the proctor announces. Oh no! You’re nowhere near finished! Now what? You’ll have to guess. With only seconds to spare, you manage to fill in the last bubble and raise your hand to have your materials collected. Phew!

You can rest for now, but soon the anxiety of waiting to see whether you will be a success or failure will set in. This is big business. You must pass this test. Afterall, you are 8.

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Only Sixteen – Daily Prompt

I’m running about 10 days late on this daily prompt, but I must have missed it somehow. I really want to write about it, however, so here goes.

Dear me at sixteen,

There are so many things you need to know about the way your life is going to go, but I know you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. The future you have so perfectly planned isn’t going to pan out that way at all. Don’t be disappointed, however, because, although your plans are going to go awry, your life will be great in ways you never could have imagined.

For starters, the man you imagine as your husband, is someone else’s husband. You dumped him your first year of college for someone else who you thought was more fun and exciting. Sometimes you might think you regret it, but you will also know it turned out better for both of you that way. He will have a beautiful family with a wife who supports him in his chosen career in ways you never could. You will end up living a life that would not have been a good fit for him.

You won’t be married for life. Even though you despise it, you will divorce the father of your children after many years. You’ll be torn because, despite the problems, he is a good man and a great father. You will eventually see, however, that you both need something different. Don’t fret – your kids will turn out just fine, as will you.

You’ll end up following a life path you never dreamed of. I don’t want to spoil it all for you because there needs to be some surprises left for you. Just trust me when I say you will be surprised.

You will find that you are much stronger than you ever imagined. You will take on life with all you’ve got, and you will win. You will face your fears head on and come out on top eventually. You will learn to stand on your own two feet, and take pride in doing so. I know you think you are tough now (and you are), but you will just get tougher as time goes on.

Now, my advice for you. Stop living so seriously! Get rid of the exclusive boyfriend and just date a little. Remember above, you won’t spend the rest of your life with him, anyway. Make friends with people who aren’t just like you. Learn to enjoy life for the wild ride that it is. Keep studying hard, but be sure to make time to go out and see what’s there before you don’t have time.

When you hit college, stay away from a steady boyfriend again. Just live. Go to parties, make friends, go on trips just because you can. You will have plenty of time later on to be serious. You are only young once, they say. They are right.

In closing, I want you to know that your life will turn out great. Stop worrying about what you can’t control, and just enjoy.

 

Tiny baby in my bed

                                                                                       

Tiny baby in my bed,

Rest on me your precious head

Rock you gently, sing just right,

I’ll hold you safely through the night.

Three-year-old in my bed,

“I don’t want to sleep,” you said.

“Read to me again,” you weep.

“One more time, but please just sleep.”

Five-Year-Old in my bed,

“Monsters grumbling in my head.”

Will you ever sleep alone?

Maybe someday you’ll be grown.

Nine-year-old in my bed,

Rest on me your big boy head.

I watch you growing every day,

And I know some day I’ll wish you’d stay.

                                                                      

The End – Another story written “fifty style”

A fifty is a story written with exactly 50 words. I’m so glad I was introduced to this type of writing as it challenges me to use concise and meaningful words. So, here goes…

beautiful wedding rings

 

Rings on fingers, vows exchanged, starting a new life of love and happiness. A future of great expectations awaits. Life sets in, money is tight, talking stops, and love fades. Think of the kids, they say. But it’s not enough to save it. Just like that, my marriage is over.