Michelle Tasker
Stories (5/0)
Last Stop: Madison
Clunk-clunk… clunk-clunk… clunk-clunk… The train glided over the rails sailing through the darkness like a large metal cloud grazing the grass as it blows by. A young man no older than fifteen lies asleep in a private compartment. He is dressed in a beige and black houndstooth pullover sweater, the white collared shirt underneath is wrinkled and a bit messy, jeans with a rolled-up cuff, and black scuffed-up shoes. He shows no sign of modern devices like cell phones or smartwatches. His hair is neatly groomed, albeit a bit messy from sleeping, but still well-groomed. Outside the window, the sun of dawn is cresting over the horizon line and the young man rustles awake. He sits up slowly, takes in his surroundings and jumps back further into the seat cushions with a startle. He is completely unaware of where he is, where he's going and how he got there. Looking out the window provides no help as there's nothing for miles in any direction. The boy checks his pockets to find nothing but pocket lint. There is no ticket, pamphlet, or anything to indicate where he might be headed or where he’s coming from. With a slight panic and a hint of worry, he pokes his head out of the compartment door and looks down the hallway to find not a soul.
By Michelle Tasker2 years ago in Fiction
Free to Fly
Rustle… rustle… a woman moans with a whimpering sound of fear in her voice. Rustle… rustle… the faint sound of her breath intensifies then she settles for a moment. In an instant she is eyes wide open, soaked in sweat. She claps her hand over her mouth as to not to scream. “Can’t wake the children…” she says to herself as she nervously glares over to the body snoring next to her. She gains her composure for a moment as she finds the alarm clock reading 3:04 back to her. For a moment, the evil looking, thin red lines against the black background unnerved her enough to turn the clock away nervously. She gently moved the blankets, slid out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. It was a safer choice than the kitchen; raises less questions. The fragile figure stands in front of the mirror supporting her weight on the sides of the sink as she gets lost in the image reflecting back at her. She takes note to the new black and blue on her cheekbone. “Not as bad as last time. The makeup should cover it ok.” She thinks to herself. She touches it and winces. “Just as sore though.” She whispers out loud. Her mind wanders as she makes her way to the toilet and sits on the lid. “How did my life get to this point? What did I do to deserve this? Punishment for an old life? Punishment for wrong choices in this life?” Either way, it became an endless cycle of thoughts with seemingly no hope of escape. “He promised he would make breakfast tomorrow... which means I’ll have to make it. If I go back to bed now, I can get 3 more hours of sleep but let’s be real, when was the last time I got a full 6 hours of sleep?” she says to herself. If anything, getting back to bed was more for safety than sleep.
By Michelle Tasker2 years ago in Humans
Terra Nova
Two hands hold a semi-broken heart shaped silver locket. To anyone else, the locket was a piece of junk but to John Wilder, it was the last remaining memento of his recently deceased wife. Alone in the darkness and illuminated by candlelight, John stares at the locket as he opens and closes it with methodical timing reminiscent of a man on the brink of losing his mind. Inside, is a scratched up photograph of his wife and son smiling and hugging. He is now a man lost to his mind, lost to his memories and lost to his hatred. He keeps replaying the events that brought them to where they were today; living in fear, living under total surveillance and complete control by an alien race that took the world by surprise.
By Michelle Tasker3 years ago in Earth
Manifestation Mindset
Manifestation is not just a myth. We all manifest daily from the quick mundane ideas to the things we are most passionate about. The true “secret” to manifesting is really recognizing that we are instantaneously creating our reality, in every single moment, based on where are our in our subconscious beliefs, and state of being (feeling state). To give clarity: state of being is your overall emotional state that you resonate at. What you believe to be true will create into reality. Whatever circumstances are present before you, doesn't matter. Everything has the power to be changed, altered or rewritten. Everyone of us is pushed out into other people. Ever notice when you have a bad day everyone around you does too? Ever notice the people in your childhood somehow play out in your adult world in some capacity? For example, if you got bullied by a male and female as a child, you may notice you have a male and female who bully you as an adult. There are things within us that are embedded in our subconscious that manifest into reality daily. "Money doesn't grow on trees." Ever hear that growing up? Yet most of us who did aren't millionaires and most are just getting by paycheck to paycheck. Because our beliefs tell us that money is scarce and hard to get. Ever think of a place to eat and someone suggests it? Because everyone is YOU pushed out. Where you reside in your mind and your beliefs as well as your beliefs of others will manifest into reality of other people.
By Michelle Tasker3 years ago in Psyche
Dry Spell
Olivia Parker was sick of solo living. She tried a few dating sites but it was the same people over and over. Who didn't have mommy issues, daddy issues, abandonment issues, childhood traumas, narcissism, alcoholism… oh the list was endless. She even met someone who lied to her and failed to mention he was living under house arrest. She took a year off and decided to discover who Olivia was and find the love of herself again. She traveled, went to concerts, took up new crafting projects and learned how to bake. But the one thing she missed was someone to share all of that with. "Once more and that's it!” Olivia said to herself as she set up a new profile.
By Michelle Tasker3 years ago in Humans