Writing Wednesday Challenge Week #2

So…I LOVE writing. It is not something that I have always loved. I hated it in 8th grade English class and I am sure at many other times when I was stuck inside writing a research paper in college too. But now, in my adult life, I love it. It is fun and it is therapeutic, and I love it!

I started participating in a creative writing challenge over at Confessions of a Stay-At-Home Mom. The lovely Stephanie Anderson created this challenge because…well, you can read her reasons over on her site (and you should too, she has a fun site).

My main reason for doing this was to also challenge myself. When you are living in a world with three small children where most of your writing goes toward your to-do list, it is really challenging to put yourself in a fictional world and write about it. It is a fun challenge.

Here is Week #2 of my creative writing challenge (I will post week 1 later). Enjoy!

You should totally try this great challenge…read more about it over at Confessions of a Stay-At-Home Mom. Here is the prompt that Steph came up with:

Cindy opens her eyes. Lying there, in a bed, it is cold. Where is she? How did she get here? No one is around her, there is beeping, loud beeping, really loud. Her head hurts, but why, what happened? She can’t move her arms or legs. She tries to see them but can’t pick her head up. A woman walks into the room, dressed in scrubs. Cindy tries to get her attention. She is trying to move, but she can’t, nothing is working. WHY ISN’T ANYTHING WORKING? She is screaming, but no one can hear her. Is her mouth even moving? Her eyes are moving she can look around. Wait, there is someone else. She sees someone out of the corner of her eye. Is that her mom, her dad?  She sees her dad. “Dad, DAD!!” No one moves. They are still. Is she not speaking? Suddenly the woman in scrubs is talking to her parents. Shhhhh, stop beeping so I can hear, STOP BEEPING. It just keeps beeping faster, faster and faster. Cindy can hear the woman, why can’t she hear herself? Her parents stand up. They walk over. Joy floods over their faces, why, why are they happy? Her eyes are following them. The woman, that woman, she runs out of the room. “Mom, dad, where am I, what happened?” They aren’t responding, they still don’t hear her. What is happening, AHHHH, where am I? People flood in, they all come running. Touching her, putting their hands on her, they are pinching her, she can see it out of the corner of her eye, but she can’t feel them…why can’t she feel them?

Her mind escapes her, she zones out. Cindy is 45. She remembers, her mother and she are sitting in her parent’s kitchen, Cindy is smoking. She is venting, crying. Stressed at work, Cindy feels like she never has time to do anything for herself. Three years ago she was divorced, no children. She wanted children, man did she want children. It was something that she had dreamed of her whole life. It just didn’t happen like her dreams. She had married her college sweetheart right after their senior year. They were in love and happy, but then he found someone else. She couldn’t have children and he hated that, he was bitter. He found someone else. Cindy had always been a carefree person, someone that exercised, did yoga, she loved life. But this changed her. She went to work at a low-paying job that didn’t fulfill her, but it had benefits and she needed them now. Cindy was stressed. She started smoking. She had just been diagnosed with diabetes and she was crying. Crying because this was not how she pictured her life, not like this. It had to get better, something had to change, it had to get better. Then…it went black. That is all she remembers.

It’s back, that beeping. AHHH, make it stop! Her dad, her handsome father, her loving, strong dad, that has always been there is standing over her. He is crying, why is he crying? Talking to Cindy, he tells her what has happened. She has had a stroke, a blood clot, in her brain. She is in the hospital. That is the beeping, the monitors. She heard his words, knowing that they were real, but could not bring herself to believe them. It couldn’t be true…she was “locked in”.

 

About Lauryn Blakesley


A woman out to explore, celebrate, and enjoy everything that my community and living locally has to offer. Blessed with three beautiful children and an incredible husband, our family embraces adventure while dreaming of what is to come. Lover of knitting, running (although mostly after little ones right now), the color orange, fun accessories, fall, tea, and a clean kitchen floor. I spend my days in awe of my family and trying to teach my three to treat others as they would want to be treated.

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