I'm actually behind and skipped the actual Day 3 prompts but will come back to them when I feel like writing about them. Yesterday I wrote this one, so this prompt is a little late. And yes, I already screwed up daily writing exercises within the first week.
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Reflect on yesterday's events and identify moments that happened spontaneously. Explore how you felt during those moments.
Yesterday I was at a Memorial Day BBQ with Stuart's family. One spontaneous moment that comes to mind is when his aunt Judy was telling me that I'm going to the lake trip this year, that she needs me to go and that she had a wonderful time with me last year, "more than you'll ever know." My eyes started to water. She wanted to know why I was against going, and I told her it was because it's expensive and I have no way to help pay. She said that she understands that I'm not a person who expects others to pay for me, she knows I'm a good person and wants me to be involved in the family vacation. I felt so loved. This is a woman I've spent one week with at the lake trip last year and have seen not many times other than that, and she is willing to pay my way on the trip because she values my company. It makes me happy to know that my personality is so valued and that, even though she barely knows me, she realizes it's hard for me to allow others to pay such an amount of money on me. I truly love Stuart's family and I am happy I get to go on this year's trip, despite still wanting to figure out a way to help financially. I will most definitely be helping with clean up and everything like that, but of course I would have done that anyway even if I paid for myself, as I did last year.
5.30.2012
5.22.2012
Weekly email prompts - Day 2
I chose one writing prompt to feature for this blog. Ode to mom.
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What is the greatest intangible gift given you?
I don't recall if it was a graduation card or just a birthday card, but there is one particular card my mother gave me that I had on display in my room for a while (until I packed it up, moved and am unsure of where it is now) of which I held dear to me because of the message held inside. While I'd like to find that card again to display, I don't need the tangible item because the message is in my heart.
My mother expressed in written words that she was proud of me. I have not really done anything note-worthy in my life, no outrageous achievements, no overwhelming success and for some reason I find it hard to say "I love you" to my family even though I truly do and appreciate all the support and love they've given to me. Despite all that, my mother is still proud of me. This means a lot to me because I try to be a good person and I try not to be a horrible daughter.
At one point in our relationship, my mother had told me that she thought she did a bad job being a mother. My response was to feel that I'd let her down. I don't know what changed her mind or what made her feel so strongly to say that in the first place, but reading that card a few years later made me cry happy tears. I hope I can continue to make her proud. I know it is because of her that I am the nice, strong, generous person I am today. She set examples for me, and while she may not think I took notice, I did and do my best to follow them.
Now if only I wrote this in time for Mother's Day.
5.21.2012
Weekly email prompts - Day 1
On days like this, when I get the email course I signed up for, I will do them instead of the random daily ones I do from the website previously mentioned
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Inner Journey Dip, Module 1: 5-minute glide
Spend 5 minutes writing about and exploring any of these questions/statements. Choose 1 for today's 5-minute glide and do the others when you have free time.
1. What past deed defines Nichole Owens?
I think one thing in my past that continues to shape who I am today would be 'the cheater.' I had cheated on every boyfriend I had before I was 22. I came to the conclusion that the reason I did it was lack of communication. I didn't know how to communicate with my significant others that there were problems in our relationship, so instead of confronting them, I participated in an action that would cause me to have to break up with them. With Stuart, I prided myself in not cheating. And it's silly because that should just be a given, something not even noteworthy, yet every so often I'd pat myself on the back for being a loyal and open girlfriend. It's like an alcoholic who gets rewarded with a chip for sobriety.
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2. What is that one question whose answer continues to elude you?
"What job do you want to do for the rest of your life?" I have no answer for that. I've never really had an answer for that and yet I spent lots of money on random classes in community college. Prices have gone up considerably and I can't just take random classes anymore, I have to have a goal, but I don't have one. People keep saying that since I'm unemployed that I should go back to school, but it's pointless if I don't know what I want to do with my life. I think I'd enjoy any job I did if I knew it was for a good cause. I want to be able to help people. I was able to land a volunteer gig at Camp Ronald McDonald as a councilor and am so excited I've been given this opportunity. Throughout my life camp has been a constant thing. After I was too old to attend camp, I still tried to help by raising awareness and raising money for their fundraisers. I want to continue to do so. They have been and always will be a big part of my life and if I could turn that into a career, I think I'd be incredibly happy.
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If you want to know where I got these or any of the other prompts, let me know. Also, feel free to do the prompt yourself and share it with me via entry comment.
5.20.2012
Daily creative writing prompt - day 5
Day 5's topic is obviously a line from Alice in Wonderland and because of that I couldn't get off the topic. However, instead of telling the actual story, I tried to tell a different version. This is Alice as an adult who has found herself in a very familiar situation.
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#309 - "Start your story with this line: 'Alice tried to remember who had given her the key'."
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Alice tried to remember who had given her the key. She knew it hadn't been in her pocket earlier in the afternoon because she had gone to the local market to pick up some mushrooms and a loaf of bread for dinner and had pulled her wallet from one pocket and put the receipt in the other. There was no key in her pocket at that time. She had then come home and set the groceries down on the kitchen counter when she looked up and noticed a rabbit nibbling in her garden.
With pride in her garden and anger in her heart, she had stormed out the back door to protect her award winning squash and tell the rabbit to scram. She chased it around the porch and as she was about to slow her pace with a sense of success, she saw a glint of something. The rabbit was holding something reflective in its hand and she couldn't tell what it was. Somewhat worried that it was injured, more-so curious to see what a rabbit could possibly have that was reflective, Alice continued her pace and chased after it.
In hindsight, Alice really should have just ignored it and got to working on dinner, or at the least put the mushrooms in the fridge so that they wouldn't go bad. However, Alice now finds herself in a tiny room hunched over a tiny table with scrapped up knees, a bump on her head, a tiny key in her hand which she had found in her pocket seconds earlier, and with a curious expression on her face, she couldn't help feeling for some reason that she'd been here before.
5.19.2012
Daily creative writing prompt - day 4
Day 4 of creative writing got me to talk a little about my break up with Stuart.
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#35 - "List 10 challenges you've faced in the last 3 months. Pick one challenge and write about it."
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1. Finding a balance between my happiness to be a camp councilor I've dreamt of since I was 18 and the misery and uselessness I feel being unemployed for so long.
2. Discovering that my emergency back up fund is a measly $200 instead of $1,000 it was a year ago.
3. Finding the strength and making the decision to break up with Stuart.
4. Doubting the decision I was so proud of because Stuart is trying so hard to be in a realtionship again.
5. Finding another roommate.
6. Dealing with the current roommate who is barely paying rent.
7. Being sick for 2 weeks.
8. Cutting back on alcohol purchases.
9. Not being able to go to karaoke for 3 weeks.
10. Dealing with the roommate shuffle and the complaints that come from it.
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How can you tell what one's true intentions are? If they say "I want that too," how do you know they're telling the truth and not just saying it because you feel the same way?
I'm having a hard time deciding whether Stuart truly wants to be back in a relationship with me to pursue a future, or if he just wants me back because we've had four years together and he's used to having me around? I'm curious to know if he's fighting so hard to just keep the stability rather than actually wants to progress.
When we were together, topics like marriage and kids were few and far between, and I hardly got any responses so conversations never met their full potential. Because it felt like he didn't want to talk about it, I had to assume that meant it wasn't important to him. Maybe even something he wasn't willing to ever achieve in the future. Because he didn't want to talk about things and I'm not a mind reader, I had to assume his stance on them and I assumed it was that he actually didn't want kids and marriage wasn't something he was interested in.
Because I wanted these things at some point and because I don't believe it's fair to be with someone who doesn't want the same large things in life as yourself, I wanted to break up. I told him this in February; "do you agree? Do you have anything to say?" and he did not. That was his chance to say "no, I don't think that's right, I think I can prove to you," but he didn't. Instead he was totally fine with it for a month, then Jekyll and Hyde for another month, and now he's desperately trying to get me back, to the point where he's smothering me.
He showed up to karaoke every week for a while, something he didn't used to do. He bought me flower like 3 times, something he never used to do. He all of a sudden wanted to play D&D, something he always said "fuck off" to in the past. And while some of these things are nice, and the gesture was kind, it would piss me off more because he had the capacity to do these things, yet never thought to do them in the past.
I really am unsure what to do. He's said I'm the only person he's dated that he has actually thought, 'yes, I can marry this girl' and 'yes, I want to have a baby with this person' but is it really true? Is he just saying that to get me back? Does he actually WANT a kid? If he doesn't really want a kid, and doesn't really want to be married but he's willing to go through these things to be with me, is that not selfish of me? Selfish of himself? I want to be with someone who WANTS these things so I don't feel like it's my fault if he ends up unhappy.
But there's really no way to tell, I just have to try and take his word for it. :(
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#35 - "List 10 challenges you've faced in the last 3 months. Pick one challenge and write about it."
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1. Finding a balance between my happiness to be a camp councilor I've dreamt of since I was 18 and the misery and uselessness I feel being unemployed for so long.
2. Discovering that my emergency back up fund is a measly $200 instead of $1,000 it was a year ago.
3. Finding the strength and making the decision to break up with Stuart.
4. Doubting the decision I was so proud of because Stuart is trying so hard to be in a realtionship again.
5. Finding another roommate.
6. Dealing with the current roommate who is barely paying rent.
7. Being sick for 2 weeks.
8. Cutting back on alcohol purchases.
9. Not being able to go to karaoke for 3 weeks.
10. Dealing with the roommate shuffle and the complaints that come from it.
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How can you tell what one's true intentions are? If they say "I want that too," how do you know they're telling the truth and not just saying it because you feel the same way?
I'm having a hard time deciding whether Stuart truly wants to be back in a relationship with me to pursue a future, or if he just wants me back because we've had four years together and he's used to having me around? I'm curious to know if he's fighting so hard to just keep the stability rather than actually wants to progress.
When we were together, topics like marriage and kids were few and far between, and I hardly got any responses so conversations never met their full potential. Because it felt like he didn't want to talk about it, I had to assume that meant it wasn't important to him. Maybe even something he wasn't willing to ever achieve in the future. Because he didn't want to talk about things and I'm not a mind reader, I had to assume his stance on them and I assumed it was that he actually didn't want kids and marriage wasn't something he was interested in.
Because I wanted these things at some point and because I don't believe it's fair to be with someone who doesn't want the same large things in life as yourself, I wanted to break up. I told him this in February; "do you agree? Do you have anything to say?" and he did not. That was his chance to say "no, I don't think that's right, I think I can prove to you," but he didn't. Instead he was totally fine with it for a month, then Jekyll and Hyde for another month, and now he's desperately trying to get me back, to the point where he's smothering me.
He showed up to karaoke every week for a while, something he didn't used to do. He bought me flower like 3 times, something he never used to do. He all of a sudden wanted to play D&D, something he always said "fuck off" to in the past. And while some of these things are nice, and the gesture was kind, it would piss me off more because he had the capacity to do these things, yet never thought to do them in the past.
I really am unsure what to do. He's said I'm the only person he's dated that he has actually thought, 'yes, I can marry this girl' and 'yes, I want to have a baby with this person' but is it really true? Is he just saying that to get me back? Does he actually WANT a kid? If he doesn't really want a kid, and doesn't really want to be married but he's willing to go through these things to be with me, is that not selfish of me? Selfish of himself? I want to be with someone who WANTS these things so I don't feel like it's my fault if he ends up unhappy.
But there's really no way to tell, I just have to try and take his word for it. :(
5.18.2012
Daily creative writing prompt - day 3
Day 3 of creative writing. I hope the list makes you smile and giggle a little. I know the last one made me laugh, and I wrote it.
#7 - "Electricity is a recenty discovery. Think of 12 things to do when there's no power."
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1. Have sex.
2. Play basketball outside (if it's daytime).
3. Take a bath by candle light.
4. Play acoustic guitar.
5. Write a story/read a book/draw a comic.
6. Panic about the food in the fridge going bad.
7. Coloring boooookkk!!!!
8. Drive to someone's house that has power and do powerful things.
9. Cell phone is an even newer discovery. Play/talk on that.
10. Drive yourself insane by thinking "at least I can get some chores done" and realizing, no, you can't wash your clothes, no you can't cook dinner, no you can't vaccum, etc.
11. Speculate that it's the end of the world and scribble your last words and speedy memoir on the walls.
12. Make a list of 12 things you'll do when the power is back on.
#7 - "Electricity is a recenty discovery. Think of 12 things to do when there's no power."
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1. Have sex.
2. Play basketball outside (if it's daytime).
3. Take a bath by candle light.
4. Play acoustic guitar.
5. Write a story/read a book/draw a comic.
6. Panic about the food in the fridge going bad.
7. Coloring boooookkk!!!!
8. Drive to someone's house that has power and do powerful things.
9. Cell phone is an even newer discovery. Play/talk on that.
10. Drive yourself insane by thinking "at least I can get some chores done" and realizing, no, you can't wash your clothes, no you can't cook dinner, no you can't vaccum, etc.
11. Speculate that it's the end of the world and scribble your last words and speedy memoir on the walls.
12. Make a list of 12 things you'll do when the power is back on.
5.17.2012
Daily creative writing prompt - day 2
Day 2 of creative writing. I cheated. I used something I already wrote in the past. So sue me, second day and I'm already cheating.
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#33 - "List 20 things you're afraid of. Pick one fear and write about it."
1. The Dark
2. Old People
3. Limbs on potatoes
4. My own terrified scream
5. Being useless
6. Having to depend on others
(and I even cheated by only writing 6 things)
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What is the worst sound ever? It's not children screaming their head off for some candy, although I might put that at the top of my 'most annoying sounds ever.' It's not a rake on the sidewalk or fingernails down a chalkboard, even though those do have a physical effect on me - causing me to shiver and then possibly even cause me to lash out and grab the perpetrators arm.
The worst sound ever happens to top the 'scariest sound ever' list as well. I've only heard it once in my whole life but I don't ever want to hear it again and just thinking about it knots my stomach, raises the hair on my arms and causes me to shiver. And this sound came from me.
It's the sound of my scream at my most terrifying moment. It's the sound I made when I was - unknowingly - trippin' and had somehow run through the script of what will happen when I die. I don't believe the initial cause (a heart attack from realizing I'd won a large amount of money from the lottery) will hold true, but for a month or two following the incident, I was scared to touch lottery tickets, despite the fact that I didn't ever play the lotto anyway.
My heart raced. I jumped up and down excitedly knowing I'd 'won the lotto.' Then I was hit with the feeling that I was dead. I sank into what was both confusion and sadness. Then images of main events in my life went by. I think I only saw the series of events once, but I realized they would continue to cycle. Forever. I felt my face curl up into a more stern look of confusion. My eyes widened as I then felt a huge wave of terror crash into me. I felt heavy. It took less than a second for tears to build up in my eyes and reach down to my chin. I clenched my fists and raised them to my sides, as if to prepare myself for some sort of physical impact even though I knew there was nothing to block. I let out a scream. I felt the volume vibrate my chest and burn my throat. It was short. It was followed by 3 or 4 similar screams before the family around me could grab me and try to shake me out of it.
I'm crying remembering it now. I went through four extreme emotions in the span of probably 2 seconds; Ecstatic, sadness, confusion, and 'shit myself' terrified. I didn't shit myself, but maybe my bowels were empty because it could be justified in this situation. The sound is only faint in my memory, but I can picture what I looked like to the people surrounding me at the time and I see how wide my eyes were, the expression on my face that could never be recreated.
I saw what it would be like once I die. I hope to not get there anytime soon. Not because I'm afraid to die, but because I'm afraid of what I'll be faced with once I cross that line.
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#33 - "List 20 things you're afraid of. Pick one fear and write about it."
1. The Dark
2. Old People
3. Limbs on potatoes
4. My own terrified scream
5. Being useless
6. Having to depend on others
(and I even cheated by only writing 6 things)
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What is the worst sound ever? It's not children screaming their head off for some candy, although I might put that at the top of my 'most annoying sounds ever.' It's not a rake on the sidewalk or fingernails down a chalkboard, even though those do have a physical effect on me - causing me to shiver and then possibly even cause me to lash out and grab the perpetrators arm.
The worst sound ever happens to top the 'scariest sound ever' list as well. I've only heard it once in my whole life but I don't ever want to hear it again and just thinking about it knots my stomach, raises the hair on my arms and causes me to shiver. And this sound came from me.
It's the sound of my scream at my most terrifying moment. It's the sound I made when I was - unknowingly - trippin' and had somehow run through the script of what will happen when I die. I don't believe the initial cause (a heart attack from realizing I'd won a large amount of money from the lottery) will hold true, but for a month or two following the incident, I was scared to touch lottery tickets, despite the fact that I didn't ever play the lotto anyway.
My heart raced. I jumped up and down excitedly knowing I'd 'won the lotto.' Then I was hit with the feeling that I was dead. I sank into what was both confusion and sadness. Then images of main events in my life went by. I think I only saw the series of events once, but I realized they would continue to cycle. Forever. I felt my face curl up into a more stern look of confusion. My eyes widened as I then felt a huge wave of terror crash into me. I felt heavy. It took less than a second for tears to build up in my eyes and reach down to my chin. I clenched my fists and raised them to my sides, as if to prepare myself for some sort of physical impact even though I knew there was nothing to block. I let out a scream. I felt the volume vibrate my chest and burn my throat. It was short. It was followed by 3 or 4 similar screams before the family around me could grab me and try to shake me out of it.
I'm crying remembering it now. I went through four extreme emotions in the span of probably 2 seconds; Ecstatic, sadness, confusion, and 'shit myself' terrified. I didn't shit myself, but maybe my bowels were empty because it could be justified in this situation. The sound is only faint in my memory, but I can picture what I looked like to the people surrounding me at the time and I see how wide my eyes were, the expression on my face that could never be recreated.
I saw what it would be like once I die. I hope to not get there anytime soon. Not because I'm afraid to die, but because I'm afraid of what I'll be faced with once I cross that line.
5.16.2012
Daily creative writing prompt - day 1
Broke up with Stuart in Feb, might write about it someday but probably not.
Here to do a daily creative writing blog now. Using http://creativewritingprompts.com/# and randomly generating a number.
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#45 "In 200 words, what does this metaphore make you think of; 'A garnish of Joy'."
Idea: Woman named Joy making lemonade, talking with someone, cuts her finger, blood drips in glass 'garnish of Joy.' Miscarriage
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"So, have the two of you decided on a name?"
Arthritic hands steadily rolled spoon, knife and fork in a cloth napkin and set it to her right. A slow burst of heat from the open oven caused beads of sweat to slowly gather on both their brows. Joy pulled out a tray of lemon squares and set them on the counter with a deep sigh, removed the oven mits, returning them to the drawer, then allowing the hair on her arm to soak up the sweat as she drug her wrist against her forehead.
"Mother, we don't even know if I can get pregnant. Why pick out a name for something that may not even exist?" She leaned back against the counter and looked out the window.
"Sweetheart," her mother said with a smile on her face and in her voice, "you must learn to think more positively."
Outside was a gathering of family enjoying a Summer afternoon, with adults chatting and children running. None of the children came by way of Joy's loins and she watched them play and laugh, longingly.
"But you are trying, aren't you?"
Joy ripped her gaze from the window and aimed a glare at her mother.
"Why are you so set on this!? What is so important about me having a baby anyway? You have grandkids playing in the backyard, why don't you cherish your time with them?"
She turned back to the counter, seeking something to occupy her hands and calm her nerves. She grabbed a knife, cutting board and lemon.
"I'm making more lemonade. Bring the pitcher from the table, please."
Her mother raised herself up slowly, eyes full of hurt for being yelled at. She grasped the pitcher handle with one hand and moved to place the other under to support it, but the large pitcher had slipped through her fingers before she could and it shattered on the ground near her feet.
Joy had just plunged the knife into the lemon with extra force from her emotional outburst when the shattered glass caused her nerves to waiver, her thumb slipped under the knife, or the knife jumped towards her thumb.
The red looked more brilliant alongside the yellow fruit and the sting was more pronounced due to the citrus. The startled gasp that started in her throat when the glass shattered had manifested to a scream at this point.
"Shit!" She dropped the knife on the cutting board, splashing blood and juice further across the cutting board. Joy moved quickly to the sink, red droplets leaving a trail. She turned on the water, shoved her injured member under the stream and looked back at her mother.
"Are you alright?" she asked in a panicked voice. Her mother's eyes fell upon the shards of glass.
"Mother, are you okay? Did you cut yourself?"
The shattered glass seemed to recieve the appology; "I'm sorry."
Frustrated, Joy grabbed a kitchen cloth, wrapped it around her thumb and went to her mother's side.
"Mom, it's fine. Just a little mess." Joy grabbed her mother's hands to be sure there were no cuts on it.
"I'm sorry I keep pushing," her mother said. "I just know you want a child, I want you to be happy."
Joy sighed and held her mother's hands fully.
"Mom... we have been trying. More than you think. I don't know if I want to try anymore."
Her mother's wet gaze met with Joy's. "I don't understand."
"I know," Joy said. "I haven't told you. Tom and I felt it wasn't right to burden the rest of the family." Her eyes began to water.
"Miscarriage. That's all we get." The kitchen rag wrapped around Joy's thumb no longer matched the rest of the yellow set. It was now mostly red.
One less kitchen rag, one less lemonade pitcher and no more grandchildren.
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I realize it's probably over 200 words, it doesn't even use the 'garnish of Joy' phrase NOR does it even use the imagery of the blood dripping into the glass of lemonade, but this is my first one. You get what you get and I had to get something out of me.
I've realized I've forgotten how to organize paragraphs in a story, and I realize this story sucks. Starting point is better when it sucks, I have much room for improvement.
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#45 "In 200 words, what does this metaphore make you think of; 'A garnish of Joy'."
Idea: Woman named Joy making lemonade, talking with someone, cuts her finger, blood drips in glass 'garnish of Joy.' Miscarriage
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"So, have the two of you decided on a name?"
Arthritic hands steadily rolled spoon, knife and fork in a cloth napkin and set it to her right. A slow burst of heat from the open oven caused beads of sweat to slowly gather on both their brows. Joy pulled out a tray of lemon squares and set them on the counter with a deep sigh, removed the oven mits, returning them to the drawer, then allowing the hair on her arm to soak up the sweat as she drug her wrist against her forehead.
"Mother, we don't even know if I can get pregnant. Why pick out a name for something that may not even exist?" She leaned back against the counter and looked out the window.
"Sweetheart," her mother said with a smile on her face and in her voice, "you must learn to think more positively."
Outside was a gathering of family enjoying a Summer afternoon, with adults chatting and children running. None of the children came by way of Joy's loins and she watched them play and laugh, longingly.
"But you are trying, aren't you?"
Joy ripped her gaze from the window and aimed a glare at her mother.
"Why are you so set on this!? What is so important about me having a baby anyway? You have grandkids playing in the backyard, why don't you cherish your time with them?"
She turned back to the counter, seeking something to occupy her hands and calm her nerves. She grabbed a knife, cutting board and lemon.
"I'm making more lemonade. Bring the pitcher from the table, please."
Her mother raised herself up slowly, eyes full of hurt for being yelled at. She grasped the pitcher handle with one hand and moved to place the other under to support it, but the large pitcher had slipped through her fingers before she could and it shattered on the ground near her feet.
Joy had just plunged the knife into the lemon with extra force from her emotional outburst when the shattered glass caused her nerves to waiver, her thumb slipped under the knife, or the knife jumped towards her thumb.
The red looked more brilliant alongside the yellow fruit and the sting was more pronounced due to the citrus. The startled gasp that started in her throat when the glass shattered had manifested to a scream at this point.
"Shit!" She dropped the knife on the cutting board, splashing blood and juice further across the cutting board. Joy moved quickly to the sink, red droplets leaving a trail. She turned on the water, shoved her injured member under the stream and looked back at her mother.
"Are you alright?" she asked in a panicked voice. Her mother's eyes fell upon the shards of glass.
"Mother, are you okay? Did you cut yourself?"
The shattered glass seemed to recieve the appology; "I'm sorry."
Frustrated, Joy grabbed a kitchen cloth, wrapped it around her thumb and went to her mother's side.
"Mom, it's fine. Just a little mess." Joy grabbed her mother's hands to be sure there were no cuts on it.
"I'm sorry I keep pushing," her mother said. "I just know you want a child, I want you to be happy."
Joy sighed and held her mother's hands fully.
"Mom... we have been trying. More than you think. I don't know if I want to try anymore."
Her mother's wet gaze met with Joy's. "I don't understand."
"I know," Joy said. "I haven't told you. Tom and I felt it wasn't right to burden the rest of the family." Her eyes began to water.
"Miscarriage. That's all we get." The kitchen rag wrapped around Joy's thumb no longer matched the rest of the yellow set. It was now mostly red.
One less kitchen rag, one less lemonade pitcher and no more grandchildren.
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I realize it's probably over 200 words, it doesn't even use the 'garnish of Joy' phrase NOR does it even use the imagery of the blood dripping into the glass of lemonade, but this is my first one. You get what you get and I had to get something out of me.
I've realized I've forgotten how to organize paragraphs in a story, and I realize this story sucks. Starting point is better when it sucks, I have much room for improvement.
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