Picture it and Write: Amber vs. Jo



With her hands wrapped tight in cloth, Amber was ready. Robert placed a hand on her shoulder, she reacted with a glare. “Remember why you’re doing this. Remember who you’re doing this for.” Amber nodded and marched through the dark corridor with a black hood over her head and guard in her mouth.

Standing at the opening, Amber threw a few punches into the air. For you, she thought, mom, dad, Kimmy, and Brad. I will save you all. She finished her thoughts and followed Robert to the ring. He sat her down in one corner and she glared at her opponent in the opposite corner. Her opponent had blond hair but she was similarly built and familiar. “Okay, I know you can do this, all right.”

She nodded and jumped up. Her opponent did the same and as they approached each other, she recognized her. It was Jo, her nemesis in high school. They were always going head to head and keeping scores of how many times each had won. What is she doing here? She wondered as she heard the ding.

Jo threw the first punch and missed. Amber ducked just in time and swung her arm at Jo, colliding with Jo’s jaw. Jo staggered back, temporarily stunned by Amber’s strength. Amber breathed hard. I’ve been waiting for this, she thought excitingly as Jo advanced, swinging her arm desperately. Once again, Amber ducked and returned with twice, three times as much of precise hits. Several hits later, Jo’s face was bloodied and Amber was jumping up and down.

Jo quickly got up and swung her arms again at Amber and as though she had been given a shot of adrenaline, Amber jumped on top of Jo and threw one punch after another. “Amber, stop,” she heard Robert shout, “Amber, that’s enough. You’ve won!” But Amber went on like she didn’t hear him.

Two hands grabbed her from behind and yanked her up. Breathing hard, she stared at Jo’s swollen and bloodied face and spat out her guard. “Release my family now!” She shouted into the crowd.

A response to Picture it & Write.

Picture it and Write: Anna

candles“Oh, hurry up, won’t you?” Jean hissed.

“I’m doing the best I can,” Miles replied, irritated.  Continue reading “Picture it and Write: Anna”

Picture it and Write: Best Anniversary Ever

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“Where are we going?” I ask with a chuckle. We have now hiked this trail for 30 minutes and counting. I know because unlike Parker, Continue reading “Picture it and Write: Best Anniversary Ever”

Picture it and Write: The Witch and the Dragon

hidden-wizard“Take that, you damn dragon!” With a wave of her hand, the young witch shot a spell at the dragon. Continue reading “Picture it and Write: The Witch and the Dragon”

Picture it and Write: All I Can Say

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As I sit on the cold metal bench of my holding cell, I reflect on the day and how my sister and mom will survive the night. Continue reading “Picture it and Write: All I Can Say”

Picture it and Write: Horror of the Past

dark-allyway“We used to live here,” Mara said, “just me, my sister, mom, and dad. As kids, Mindy and I would race up the fire escape to see who wins. Of course, carrying the groceries was always troublesome for mom and dad.” Continue reading “Picture it and Write: Horror of the Past”

Picture it and Write: Face the Unknown

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Before my mother abandoned me and forced me into the foster care system, I used to lay on the mattress in my bare room all the time, with a book beneath my nose. Continue reading “Picture it and Write: Face the Unknown”

Picture it and Write: Come Get Me

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Continued from my last Picture it and Write:

It is now the tenth day since I’ve been in this house. This house is starting to feel like a prison to me. I feel suffocated. Continue reading “Picture it and Write: Come Get Me”

Picture it and Write: The Mystical Dagger

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I never would have thought school looks like such a good option right now. In fact, that is the only thing I want to do at this very moment. I want to go to class, to interact with other people, to laugh with Sydney about the ridiculous clothes the cool girls are wearing. Most of all, I want to see the school after that accidental fire I set with my temper. Continue reading “Picture it and Write: The Mystical Dagger”

Into the Unknown (Part 2)

crystal-ball“What am I looking at?” I frown and stare into the clear ball.

Haiden and I are standing on his rooftop balcony. It’s 6 o’clock in the morning. Continue reading “Into the Unknown (Part 2)”

Picture it and Write: Elizabeth

large“Legend has it the Charles Manor is restless, that there’s a spirit haunting its grounds day and night. Continue reading “Picture it and Write: Elizabeth”

The Emotional Reunion

While surfing the blogosphere, I came across a fairly new challenge called Picture it & Write. It didn’t provide a word limit. So I just wrote the first story that popped into my head. Enjoy. 🙂

by Gustav Johansson

Becca stared off into the distance as her ears concentrated on any incoming sounds, footsteps, car door slamming, anything but there was no sound. She checked the time on her watch. 5:46 pm and sighed. She’d been standing there for exactly 16 minutes.

She had spent most of the day preparing for this moment. What to wear, how her hair should be done, etc. It was the most trouble she’d gone through just to meet someone but this wasn’t just someone. This was her birth mother and apparently, she’s a no-show.

She glanced around, expecting her birth mother to approach any second but it was just her standing alone at the middle of this pedestrian bridge. She sighed again. I should just give up, she thought. Why would the woman who abandoned me in the first place want to meet me? If she really wants to see me, she would’ve shown up by now. In fact, if she had abandoned me in the first place, “why would she want to see me now?” She said the last part out loud.

“You’re right.” A voice answered. Becca spun around, tears almost spilled from her eyes. There she was, just like Becca had always pictured her to be. standing just fifty feet away. She walks toward her. “You’re right to think that.”

Becca shook her head like it was too hard to believe. She became speechless as tears streamed steadily from her eyes. “Becca,” the woman said, “I just want you to know, it wasn’t my decision to leave you and I haven’t stop thinking about you and the horrible mistake I made.” She took Becca’s hands and at that moment, tears streamed from both of their eyes. “You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman and I never got to experience a moment of it.”

Becca sobbed and suddenly, the things she wanted to say, wanted to ask was gone from her mind. The only reason she had sought her birth mother out was to find out the truth and now she wondered whether the truth was the truth or was it just something her birth mother wanted Becca to hear. She shook her head. It doesn’t matter, she thought. All that mattered now was that they were together again.