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Sire's Origin Prompt 1 - Original Form
i am from secrets kept hidden in a school kidâs overall jeans. below the hems of polka-dot dresses. under the covers of abayas.
a place most women and girls understand; where disrespect was never invited into our natural homes. iâm tired of serving cups of tears to myself over my past origins and the current lifestyle.
i am from secrets kept low.
where are you from?
Dialogue prompt 138
âI trusted you!â
âWell that was a mistake.â
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Flying without wings ||Origin prompt
Stacey woke at the sound of her alarm; she had that day offschool but had set her alarm to insure that she was awake before her parents got home. They couldnât have her sleeping for the entire day, couldnât be nice for once, she thought. Attempting to hit the alarm to shut it up Stacey realised she could reach it. Pulling her arm right back she swung it around to try and hit the alarm, as she did this Stacey felt her body to a 360 as if she was floating in a pool. Opening her eyes, and letting out a loud scream, Stacey realised that she was floating somewhere between her bed and the ceiling of her room. Â Squeezing her eyes shut and taking a deep breath she attempted to wake herself up. Â
Opening her eyes for a second time, Stacey was shocked to see that nothing had changed. How do I get down, she thought, how did I even get up? As flapping her arms around, in attempt to get down, her body shot directly up towards the ceiling. Hitting the full forces, before plummeting downwards to hit the bed, only to bounce right back up to where she started. âShitâ she screamed loudly. She needed to get help. Flipping her body around, Stacey attempted to approach her dresser using a strange mixture of breaststroke and wishful thinking. Â Once she had reached her destination, about half an hour later she thought to herself, she started the task of putting some clothes on. As there was no way in hell she was going to find help wearing her fluffy pink PJâs.
*About 30 minutes later*
Moving though the house slowly, Stacey attempted to reach the landline. If her parents hadnât confiscated her mobile she wouldnât be in this mess, she thought to herself. Every time she reached for the phone her body shot upwards slightly preventing her from reaching it .It seemed like nothing was on her side today. Searching for the clock Stacey noticed that her parents would be home in few minutes. Surly they would be able to tell her what was going on. She was heading for the entrance when she heard the front door slam. Taking her by surprise her body jerked, and she fell towards the floor letting out a small scream as she did so. âAre you okay in there?â She heard her Father shout, opening the door to the living room. Stacey watched at he shook his head as he noticed her on the floor âDid you fall over again, dear? You are really getting clumsy.â No one was going to believe me now, she thought heaving her up of the floor and dusting down her clothing. There was nothing she could do now but hope that it never happen again.