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unlivedin -haiku

stumbling through the days

never chasing after dreams

a life unlivedin

~Melanie Thomason

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Gina (a short story)

Gina was tired, bone tired as they say. Her journey had been a long one and she was ready for the end.  She really was but first she just wanted a small respite, some comfort and sleep to prepare herself for what was to be her last official act.  There were only so many times she could run through the recent events in her head and she wasn’t coming up with any solutions anyway. She knew that she wouldn’t.  Her impassioned pleas for assistance had fallen on deaf ears once again so she knew she had reached the end of her journey. What she needed was to just not be conscious anymore, shut her brain off and rest.

She started looking for the ubiquitous road signs for hotels and motels up ahead.  As if on cue, Gina saw the sign for the Venus Bed & Breakfast.  She followed the directions and in no time at all she was pulling up in front of the most charming little cottage she had ever seen.  There were colorful flowers in every windowsill and the entire place was surrounded by a field of sunflowers.  It was gorgeous and Gina could already feel some of the tension melting away.  As she watched a butterfly flutter and land on her hand she felt a calmness that was alien to her.

The smell of freshly baking bread wafted through the open window causing her to salivate.  Gina hadn’t realized how hungry she was until that moment.  She went inside and was greeted with a fresh slice of hot bread with butter and jam before she could even check in.  “Heavenly,” Gina thought.

Her room was perfect too.  A cozy bed, piles of books served as the only decorations and there was a cat curled up in what looked like a perfectly comfy armchair. “Yes, if this is to be my last night, what a lovely night it will be.” she thought wistfully.

So it was.  The next morning, refreshed yet still determined, Gina went to check out of the B&B but found no one at the front desk.  She searched the cottage and finding it empty decided to just leave her key on the counter and go.  “After all,” she thought, “I have something to do and I don’t want to do it here.”  Then to her surprise the door wouldn’t open.  She checked the back door off the kitchen and all of the windows.  None of them would open.

That’s when she saw the envelope on table with her name on it.  “How strange” she thought as she opened and began to read the letter.

Gina,

Please find the enclosed receipt for one day at Venus B&B.  You did know that a day on Venus lasts longer than a year that you are used to?  Doesn’t matter if you were aware or not, you cannot leave.  There is no way.  The windows will not break, don’t bother trying.

P.S.  We do hope you enjoy your stay.

 

“What a pretty prison” she thought as she flicked the blade open and slit her wrists.

~Melanie Thomason

11/13/2020

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Power (a short story)

One by one the lights of the city block winked out, the dark coming ever closer.

October 30, 2020

The official word was that the US government was putting in measures to ensure that citizens received protection from energy supply interruptions. However, according to Eddie Rainden, who is the VP of grid integration at NESS (National Energy Supply & Solutions), the government has some power plants that are purposefully generating the power outages.  Rainden theorizes that this is another power move, an attempt to “control the masses” and reduce “voter turnout.”  What says you, dear reader?  Is our government literally trying to keep us in the dark? Let us know in the comments below!

Does the fact that the nationwide power outages, which are ongoing, started merely days from the Presidential election seem coincidental to you or do you think this was a strategic move?

~Melanie Thomason

9/14/2020

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Nightmare- a very short story

Photo by Aleksandar Pasaric on Pexels.com

 

I keep having the same nightmare. Well really variations on a theme.  I’m lost/ searching for something/ trying to help someone.  But I am always in this same apartment complex.  Hundreds of apartments, dozens of floors!  My time is limited and there is no working elevator.  The apartments aren’t even clearly numbered. It is an exhausting, frustrating dream.  I never do find my way or what or who I’m looking for.  Someone, please, wake me up!

 

 

~Melanie Thomason

9/14/2020

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other happinesses (100 word story)

She had long suspected that love wasn’t in the cards for her.  She had even begun to accept her solitary lot in life.  Now she had confirmation via a Tarot card reading by a trusted and respected friend.

“Well, this is just the icing on the cake.” she thought.  It was just what she needed and she vowed to put thoughts of romantic love behind her and focus on other happinesses.

One could still have dreams.

One could still have passions.

“..and I still have love in my life, don’t I?” she softly asked the purring cat in her arms.

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

 

~Melanie Thomason

09/13/2020

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Kate…A Story poem…

A beautiful ode to the Moon from Gigi ❤

Rethinking Life

Fantasy Microphone Singer - Free image on Pixabay

Katie
was born outside
on a clear night
under a crescent Moon

the first thing she saw
through her blurry vision
was that beautiful sliver
of white
hanging in the sky above her

she cooed
at it
and kicked her feet

opening and closing
her tiny new fingers
she reached out
toward the Moon
and the
Moon
took notice

the Moon looked
down
and saw a new daughter
one of Her very own
so She placed
a crescent birthmark
on her wee right arm

Katie
fascinated
with the Moon
sang to Her
every night

she sang about
the Moon’s beauty
she sang about
Her kindness
and when Katie closed her eyes
the only thing she ever saw
was that beautiful crescent Moon
smiling down at her

so if you hear someone singing
about the wonders
of the Moon
and the night sky
it’s probably one of Katie’s songs

but

if

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He only plays one…

Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read.  A man in his position had to keep up appearances.  He truly wanted people to think as highly of him as he did of himself.  The bookcases made a fabulous backdrop for his picture to be taken for dust jackets and interviews.  People expected him to be well read and he had, on more than one occasion, stated that he was indeed a voracious reader.  In truth, he was a reader that never cracked a book other than his own.    He needed to be able to answer questions regarding his work after all.

Yes, he was a writer that didn’t write.  He was regarded as a prolific writer though after the fame and acclaim of his first novel he had delegated.  He didn’t have the time or inclination for the tedious process of writing; though he surely had the talent if need be, but he had people for that.  His time was better spent being seen, being heard, being well thought of and sought after.

 

 

~Melanie Thomason

8/31/2020   

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Armor

Even with all of this armor

I feel scantily clad

Exposed &

Vulnerable

Do teardrops

Left unwept

Still equate to weakness?

~Melanie Thomason

08/07/2020

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