BA and MA in English Creative Writing. Editor by profession. Novelist, short story writer, and poet in my freetime.
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StevieRunner-Up in 24/7 Companion Challenge
Stevie is dead. I found her on the floor of my last rental, lifeless, after helping my neighbors with a task. I wasn't gone for more than ten minutes, but it was enough time for her to succumb to whatever silent illness was plaguing her.
The line between motivated and giving up is thin. I’m in constant contemplation of my purpose and nowhere close to finding the answer. Why is it that I write? I have these wild dreams and vivid imaginings of recognition and fame that I do not deserve. Nothing I have to say is any special, so why do I trick myself into thinking words are my purpose?
The Lonely Locomotive
I sat with my legs crossed peering out the window. I didn’t mind the view. The rolling hills of the English countryside always tickled my fancy. Different shades of green covered the land, mowed into nice fields. Cows and sheep mingled with one another, separately. Charming, quaint, classic, Tudor houses sprinkled the hillsides. It felt like home. Home. Where was my home?
The ground was cold beneath me. I could feel the morning dew beginning to arrive as it tickled my skin. The gray of dawn set upon me and all I could think about was the fact that I wasn’t supposed to be here. I don’t feel like I’m supposed to be anywhere anymore.
I’ll never get him back. My sweet Mochi, gone forever. He snuck out the shoji this morning and now it’s night over the countryside. He always comes back at nighttime. Every time I hear the bamboo rustling in the yard I check to see if he’s making his way home, but it’s always the wind. Rei has been taking care of me through my grief. She’s been swearing up and down that Mochi will make a reappearance, but I’m not so sure.
My breath was racing as I tore down through the woods I called home. My rifle was slung over my back and I could hear the steps of the pack gaining on me. The cut on my leg was oozing dark blood but I couldn't feel the pain through the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Just a little farther and I'd reach the cabin. I just didn't know if I could make it. Man is no competition for starving wolves. I didn't have enough bullets to take them all on. Plus, I respected their livelihoods more than that. If I had prey to feed them I would give it up in a heartbeat. But I knew at that moment, I was fixing to be their next meal.