Promptober Day 16: Goalkeeper

Mike stood at the end of the hallway. He had been here many times before. Whenever he stood there, he always felt a sense of dread. He remembered the yelling. The voices still clung to the wall as though they could speak about the past.

“You aren’t a winner are you? So you think you’re a good sport?” He heard his mother call after him. “Try doing something worthwhile with your time.”

She never understood his love for sports. His love for soccer. 

On the field, Mike felt needed, wanted. He felt important. It was there he saved the day. Everytime he stretched out and caught a shot before it became a goal. His team called him “Keeps” for short. He loved being part of a team. Something more than a boy standing at the end of the hallway. 

He blinked and wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. He was 17 years old for goodness sake. What his mom said shouldn’t get to him. Should it? Mike raced outside down the back steps. His older brother Kyle was sitting in the yard.

“Was it mom again?” his brother asked.

Mike wiped his nose. “Yeah, I guess. It’s stupid. Its not a big deal.”

Kyle stood up. “Honestly, Mike. If soccer is that important to you. It is a big deal when mom says that stuff. She hurts you on purpose. It’s not right.”

Mike looked at his older brother. Kyle was staring past him. Looking at his own memories.

Kyle said “I’m not gonna let mom tear you down. Not you too. Now get the soccer ball from the shed and lets practice.”

Mike turned and ran to the shed. His eyes started to tear up again but this time it was because he knew someone believed in him.


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Promptober Day 15: Sunrise

Kiri gripped the ledge of the window. She stood on her toes to see. If only she was taller! She tugged her arms but didn’t lift any further. A deep laugh sounded behind her. Kiri turned to see Claude walk up. His tall Talchirian limbs swung at his sides. He filled a room with his large alien body. 

“Oh hi, Claude,” Kiri said. Claude looked down at Kiri. His four eyes all blinked at her at different times.

“Do you need help, my human female friend?” Claude’s voice reverberated through the room.

Kiri looked up sheepishly. “If you don’t mind,Claude. These windows are made for a larger species than my own.”

Claude’s long arms wrapped around her torso and he lifted Kiri up above the ledge of the window. She looked out of the window. There it was! Her beautiful earth! The big blue planet looked like a perfect round fruit in the sky. When the spacecraft made its rounds, this was Kiri’s favorite time to go planet-gazing. And look! There was the sun peaking out from behind the Earth. Kiri sighed.

“The Earth truly is a beautiful planet.” Claude said. “Have you been able to descend and traverse this planet?”

Kiri smiled. “Oh yes, the sunrise is the best part of the day. If only we could! Everything the earth’s atmosphere creates! It just dazzles the sky!”

“Would you say this view is beautiful?” Claude asked. “Please describe it to me.”

“Oh yes,” Kiri responded. She put her hand on Claude’s arm. “Don’t worry friend, I will make sure you get down there one day. Then I won’t have to tell you about it, you will just be able to remember.” 

Claude smiled. His human friend really was very kind.


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Promptober Day 13: Grass

“Is this a good spot?” Laurie said arms outstretched. The clouds drifted slowly across the sky. Mira caught up to Laurie. The view here was perfect.

“Yes”, she said. “Laurie this is perfect”. He was smiling at the sun, arms still extended. Suddenly, he turned and caught Mira in his arms. He kissed her neck, squeezed and let her go. Sitting down, Laurie stretched himself back on the warm grass. Mira stood a bit longer, somewhat startled by Laurie’s acts of affection. Mira caught her breath again. Her fingers touched where Laurie’s lips had been. She blushed as she let the sun warm her face.

“Sit down with me, Mira” Laurie grabbed at her hand gently. Tugging ever so slightly. As Mira bent down to rest next to Laurie, he quickly pulled her back to lay down on the grass next to him. Fingertips brushing. They both gazed up at the blue sky and noticed the quiet waves of the wind on their faces. Mira breathed in deeply.

“Laurie?” she stared. 

“Hmm?”

Mira turned her head and noticed Laurie’s eyes were closed. He was fully relaxed with his hands resting on his stomach. He looked so peaceful. A perfect innocence resting on his face. A smile curled at Mira’s lips. In one quick movement, she lifted herself and bent over to Laurie kissing him on the lips. She dared not linger too long but the soft relaxed lips received her kiss willingly. Under her kiss, Mira felt Laurie’s lips curve into a smile. She pulled away feeling very embarrassed. She sat up.

“Mira?” Laurie’s eyes were opened. He looked at her blushing cheeks and back at her lips. He smiled. “Let’s rest here a little longer. Yes?” He reached out his hand and rested it on Mira’s.

“I would like that,” Mira whispered. The clouds slowly passed by. The wind blew through their hair. Mira shuddered and lifted Laurie’s hand that rested overtop her’s. She gave it a gentle kiss. The breeze rippled through the grass bringing the warm air to the couple as they watched the sky.


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Promptober Day 12: Cassette

Sherlock ran over to the bookcase. He grabbed at the old dictionary, heaving it from the shelf. 

“UGH!” he said. “This is heavy!” Sherlock started to tilt, losing balance.

“WOAH!” Claire shouted racing over to her best friend. She pushed her hands to his back to steady him. “You gotta be careful Sherlock!”

“I know, I know” he said. Sherlock put the book on the ground with a thunk. He got to his knees and started flipping through the pages.

Claire sat down next to him and watched Sherlock fan through the “B’s”, “C’s” and “D’s”.

“What word are you looking for?” she asked.

Sherlock pushed his sliding glasses up his nose. “I am looking for the “K’s”, I think.” He kept flipping through the pages, eyes scanning. Licking his thumb, Sherlock grabbed the corner of each page. Claire snorted.

“You look like an old man!” She laughed. “Only my Gran-ma does stuff like that” Claire leaned back on her arms and looked up at the bookshelf where Sherlock had grabbed the dictionary. It was filled with old codexes and encyclopedias. She thought she read titles in different languages.

“I wonder why this house is filled with such weird books,” Claire said. She sighed. Sherlock was so intent on his search that he didn’t respond. Pretty typical from her single minded friend. Claire glanced back down to her friend.

“Found it!” Sherlock’s fingers had stopped at a word on the page. He was face close to the paper. He read aloud “Kassite- a member of an ancient people related to the Elamite who ruled Babylonia from c1650 to c1100 b.c. This is it Claire!”

“I’m sorry, what?” Claire did not follow. “I think you missed a step, what is it?”

Sherlock turned, unperturbed by Claire’s confusion. “Remember how Mrs. Feltman told us the story about the person who used to live here? She said that her neighbor disappeared suddenly but left a weird message on her answering machine.” Sherlock paused and stared past Claire.

Clair stared at her friend. “Continue please! Sherlock you’re talking in your head again!” She nudged Sherlock.

“Oh yeah” Sherlock blinked and looked back at Claire. She could see the excitement in his eyes. He was having trouble verbalizing everything. 

“Claire, Mrs. Feltman said the message was something like ‘Time to go, these cassettes are brilliant.’ Mrs. Feltman thought her neighbor said cassette. What if he said something else?” Dramatically, Sherlock reached out and swung his hand back to the dictionary.

“What if he said Kassite! Claire that would mean only one thing!”

Claire was still lost. “One thing?”

Sherlock jumped up unable to contain his excitement. “It means he traveled back in time to Kassites!”


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Promptober Day 11: River

Here I come to the edge of the waters. The bubbling over the rocks. The soft moss under my hooves. My mother told me about this place. Where the river runs softly to the rhythm of the forest. I know that there is peace in this space. The old maple hangs onto the banks, roots curled around rocks and earth. She whispers to me. Singing of a song older than my own herd. Older than most memories. I dip my head to taste the water. Mother always told me running water was the sweetest. She is right. The cool refreshing taste filling my heart and my mouth. I wonder where my mother has gone. She said we would meet at the river. A place to find those you love. I lift my head and notice a woodpecker on a branch of the old maple. He tells me of a different world where bugs and feathers meet. I blink to tell him hello. Where is my mother? I ask the bird. He does not answer and instead flies away. Toward the sky. I hear a rustling to my left. My heart starts to beat fast, legs ready to run. A tiny chipmunk scurries through the brush and over stones. He glances at me and continues on his way. I relax again knowing the chipmunk wants to be alone. I am alone but where is my mother?


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Promptober Day 10: Transform

Mia turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her shabby shoes and turtleneck did not do much to improve her appearance. The dark jeans and shirt paired with her dark hair felt drab in a monotone way. She wished upon a star that for the tea party event she could have dressed up. Mia’s best friend Darla was hosting a party where all the girls in their class were supposed to dress up and pretend to be fancy for one evening. She had helped Darla pick out her dress. A beautiful lilac piece with lace on the cuffs and trim. A matching pair of tights and gloves to make the outfit complete. Mia had smiled when Darla showcased the outfit from the dressing room. She was so excited for her friend!

Even with that excitement, Mia felt a ping of sadness and embarrassment. There was no way she could ask her mother to splurge on a new party outfit. She had last year’s Easter dress; but her mom has picked it out for her. A tea length dress that did very little to flatter Mia’s curves and legs. So Mia had relegated herself to wearing normal clothes to the party. She knew her best friend would be disappointed but Darla would be understanding. She would be sure to be the one taking all the fancy pictures to make sure no one would remember her lack of an outfit.

Mia glanced again into the mirror. Tugging at her shirt, she made one last effort to straighten her outfit. Looking back at her reflection, she noticed a sparkling light above her left shoulder. Mia blinked again. The light seemed to hover slightly. She turned to see if the bright sparkle existed in real life. There was no light above her shoulder. Just air. Mia glanced back at the mirror. The bright sparkle still hung in the air. The reflection somehow was capturing something that did not exist. Mia reached out and leaned closer to the mirror. Her fingertips touched the place where the bright sparkle floated. Suddenly, Mia felt a warmth spread through her fingers down her palm. The light started to grow and change into bright blues and pinks. Her feet lifted from the ground and her legs tilted upward. The changing light started to swirl around her arms, chest and torso: all the while changing from pink to blue. Mia heard a soft voice say “You are beautiful!”. She no longer could see her reflection or the mirror, it was too bright. But Mia noticed how her clothing felt as though it was sliding off her skin. She looked down at her arms to find them covered in long sleeves with a soft floral pattern. Her body still lifted into the air and she started to swirl along with the light arms outstretched. Mia’s clothes changed completely in an array of light and movement. She was no longer wearing her drab clothes and instead was twirling in a beautiful tea dress with new shoes and accessories to match. Slowly, Mia lowered to the floor of her bedroom. She was shocked. Somehow the light had changed her clothes and outfit. She was wearing a beautiful dress, new victorian button boots and a delicate parasole hung on her wrist. Mia looked in the mirror. It was the perfect outfit! The one she had been dreaming of for weeks before the party! An outfit she could never have. Mia’s eyes started to well. What good magic had been sent to give her such a gift? Could she ever thank that person? 

Mia heard her mom call from downstairs. She had so many questions but it was time to go. Time to go to the party! She would be able to fit in and not feel embarrassed. Mia glanced once more into the mirror.

“You are beautiful” She said to her reflection.


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Promptober Day 9: Tempt

“You know rather than understand the human condition from the perspective of a holy God, I think it makes more sense to use the devil as your starting point.” Levi said in response to Danella.

“There isn’t just one way to look at the Fall in the Bible. You could look at it as the humans are going back to the state they were originally created for. I mean if we believe in original sin, then was the temptation in the garder something inevitable, almost purposeful?” Levi paused.

Danella thought for a moment. “From my understanding of your point, you are saying that the humans God created were meant to fall and bring sin into the world. That the tempting of Adam and Eve was destined.”

“Well yes,” Levi continued. “I mean isn’t God supposed to know and orchestrate everything? That God knows all things?”

Danella started again, “I think my issue with that point is that God can know all things but he doesn’t orchestra everything. I think that God is all powerful and has the power to change the actions of people and things. But God doesn’t. He allows free will to be an important part of the equation of his creation. Therefore the tempting in the Garden of Eden although inevitable was not purposeful. God did not design those events to turn out like that. I believe that in those moments we see how our own free will becomes our downfall and God allows us to live with those consequences.”

“Interesting interpretation” Levi countered. “Because the moment we bring free will into the picture the blame for our choice falls on humans heads.”

“Exactly”, said Danella. “Our own choices lead us to what happened.”

“I think that might be a very Ameri-centric way of looking at the fall. Where the individual is solely responsible for the faults of their life. Do you not think that God was responsible for the fact that he did not stop humans from becoming tempted? Couldn’t he have done something? In a collectivist society we would see that Adam, Eve and God are all culpable in the fact that ‘sin’ entered the world.”

“Maybe,” Danella responded “One has to remember that God was not present when the devil approached Adam and Eve.”

“Yes, but doesn’t god know everything?” Levi asked. “He would have KNOWN that Adam and Eve were going to talk to the Devil, right?”

“I see your point,” Danella admitted. “ I agree that God would have known that the Devil approached Adam and Eve. Since, to your point, I do believe in the omniscience of God. But here again lies my issue. God’s character allows him to know all but not always change all. He understood the risk of Adam chatting with the Devil. But there is a choice left to his own creation. In that choice, comes the realization that God is all powerful but not all dictating. There is beauty there. I cannot deny the sad reality that Adam chooses to be tempted. But this choice does not mean that Adam or humanity is conforming to the original purpose of their design. Instead the choice of Adam is the crux of our separation from God. And in the Christian faith we believe that God again extends a choice to us. This act of choice is critical. To your point about God is culpable. I believe that one could argue the rest of the biblical story is God’s way of ‘helping’ or ‘taking responsibility’ for the choices of his own creation. God does not leave Adam and Eve in the dust but instead he is, one could argue, taking full responsibility for their actions by providing a way out from their demise.”

“Hmm, interesting. I see where you are coming from. That idea of choice becomes central to the Christian faith, which is, in your view, a defining factor of the faith.” Levi said.

“Let’s finish this discussion after my class. I have to run or I will be late.” Danella got up. “Thanks Levi, for considering my points even as we differ. I really enjoy our conversations.”

“Me too.” Levi smiled. “I’ll see you after class, next let’s talk about the sanctity of Jesus.”

“Haha,” Danella smiled too. “Sounds good, see you then Levi.”


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Promptober Day 8: Headline

The morning light shone through the study window casting soft shadows on the bookshelf next to the window frame. The room was filled with a comfy warmth that only the 10 o’clock sun provides. Loch sat in a large leather reading chair next to the window. He was pursuing the headlines of the Daily Tribune, the regional paper filled with international and local news. Loch puffed on his pipe. His comrade Stonely walked into the study carrying a stack of books on ancient history. The small framed man seemed to tilt slightly to the left with the weight of the books in his hands. Loch continued puffing on his pipe.

“Hey-ho Loch.” Stonely said after putting down the books. “What’s the news like?”

Slowly, Loch took his pipe from his mouth. “A fine deal has been happening to lots of people all the while mostly nothing important has been reaching the headlines.” 

“Cryptic as always,” Stonely said, sitting in the chair opposite to Loch. He picked up one of his books and started to read.

“You know Stone,” Loch said looking out the window. “It seems as though our hearts are never in the right place and yet there is always an adventure waiting for us.”

“What’s in your pipe today Loch?” Stonely replied not looking up from his book.

“Another fascinating moment on the street as always” Loch said looking down into the street below. A well dressed lady of certainly some wealth was walking away from the window. A tall man dressed in evening clothes approached her from the opposite side of the street. The woman looked over and started to increase the speed of her gait.

“Hey-ho” Stonely had come to the window and was watching the same scene. Loch puffed on his pipe. The man was clearly shouting at the woman and tried to grab at her. She turned and started running back down the street. 

“And that’s our cue.” Loch stood up and quickly went out of the study down to the front entrance. Stonely followed close behind. Loch opened the old oak door. 

“Oh! Help!” The woman cried.

Loch took her arms and pulled her through the door. Stonely grabbed the door and swung it shut. The man in the street shouted and started to bang on the door. After a moment, the sound stopped and a silence sank on the three in the front entryway.  Loch and Stonely glanced at each other and then at the woman in front of them. Her smart dress indicated a certain class and demanded a certain respect. Her skirts filled the front entryway forcing the two men to press against the wall. 

“Pleased to make an acquaintance, Miss Carlton? I do suppose.” Loch said. He took out his pipe which he had stuffed in his vest pocket and started to puff.

“But,” Miss Carlton looked up. “How do you know my name?”

“Please, m’am” Stonely said, indicating the stairs up to the study. “Let’s go this way.”

“Because” Loch said, “it’s my business to know those who have hearts and minds worth paying attention too.” 

Miss Carlton blinked and looked warily to Stonely.

“Cryptic as always m’am” he responded. “Let’s go up and make you some tea.”


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Promptober Day 7: Slam

James always wanted to be a basketball star. Fans cheering, racing down the court. This is where he felt alive. He loved the game, the chase. The squeak of his sneaks as his feet twisted. There he was, dribbling down the court. First he dodges a defender with a quick maneuver to the left. Then a pass to his friend Matias. Matias knew what to do. A fast pass back to James so he could set up for a shot. The basketball hit his hands. He lifted his arms, arching them ever so slightly to aim for the basket. Push and fwoosh. The ball left his hands as he jumped high in the sky. Sailing, he watched the ball arch toward the basket. All net, baby. The basketball swooshed through the basket without even touching the rim. Slam dunk!! James yelled out a loud “Woohoo!”

“James?”

He regained his senses remembering that he was in algebra class. James blinked. He was standing up next behind his desk, arms raised high. He had been day dreaming. 

“Ummm yes Mr. Davies?” He muttered.

“Did you have something you wanted to share with the class.” Mr. Davies asked.

James glanced around. Matias met us eyes and smirked. Color started to rise in his cheeks. 

“Uhh”, his voice wavered. “I just wanted to say, I think math is amazing…” James sat down.

“Well, thank you for that insight James. I appreciate your enthusiasm toward your studies. Now let us turn to page 105 in the workbook.” Mr. Davies continued.

James didn’t hesitate to open his book to the assigned page and start on the lesson. After a bit, he glanced over to Matias. His friend was smiling and mouthed the words “Woo hoo” as he mimed making a shot at the hoop. James smiled and started to laugh. 

He really did love basketball.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by TJ Dragotta on Unsplash

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Promptober Day 6: Ignite

The warm air from the fire touched my hands and cheek. I leaned my arm against the chair and let the heat spread across my face. The fire ignited warm memories in my heart as I closed my eyes. 

It seems hard to remember a time without the glow of Felix by my side. For his constant companionship has been critical in these months following my father’s passing. He had been kind, wary, and solid. Many of the arrangements I couldn’t bear to make, Felix took charge and decided for me. My sister says he is pushy but I don’t mind his decisive manner. I find it refreshing. Someone to lean on when life is in an upheaval. My dear, dear father. Oh how I miss him! His funny jokes and warm smiles. He really had taken a liking to Felix. That made me very happy.

I shifted in my seat. The fire heat had started to spread to my left arm and now my sleeve was hot on my skin. I moved to rest my head on the back of the chair and I folded my hands on my lap. Now my feet stretched out before me toward the fire. The yellow pattern on my socks changed color depending on how I positioned my foot in the light of the fire. I closed my eyes again.

I never thought that I would need someone in my life. The way Felix fit so perfectly. I’d assumed that my world would be filled with only familial and platonic loves. In many ways, I was glad I was wrong. Felix was surprising in the most comforting way. I loved how his words were kind and soft. He could make me laugh. And Felix always let me breathe. This space allowed me to process my emotions and become a more stable version of myself. I remembered that time Felix and I were caught in a rainstorm. He held his hoodie over our heads. I kept bumping into him since we had to stand so close. We ran under a building overhang. Felix let his hoodie drop from around us and he started to move a bit further away. Giving me space. Suddenly, I put my arms around his waist and drew him close. My face snuggling against his damp shirt. I had never done anything like this before. My cheeks were hot; I tightened my arms. I felt a low laugh in Felix’s chest as he hugged me back. It was so warm. Like a fire. Slowly spreading to every part of my heart.


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