6 Word Story: 7/20

If these people don’t leave soon I will more than likely lose it. I cooked dinner and instead of letting me feed kids first they just dug in. I said something, of course, took their heaping piles of food and put everything back. Fed my children and then put some aside for my husband and told them, ‘Now you can eat.’ Why didn’t I feed my guests first? They put themselves in their situation and I know that they have money but would rather spend it on other things instead of helping out with the meal. It’s raining on top of everything so I couldn’t walk and feel just blah.

I thought today’s prompt was a great word. It can be used in so many instances and a lot of people have their own personal experience with it.

Prompt Word: Dark



6 Word Story: 7/1 (no prompts posted)

I’m feeling a little lost this morning. Part of my morning routine is posting my 6-word story based on the prompts provided by Page Flutter. Last night no prompts were posted and nothing so far this morning. If I wait any longer I’ll have to sacrifice something later. I already had to skip painting last night due to all the daily errands and a ‘boys are fearless’ episode. I’m catching up (sort of) I still the first Fenton episode to post and work on something I think is exciting for the Friday Fenton Project. But I’m still here without a 6-word story prompt. I guess I’m going to make mine up. If there still isn’t anything posted I will create a list for everyone to try their hand at a daily 6-word story prompt. You can start with this one. Use the tag #jos6words, pingback, or comment below. Here goes nothing.

Prompt: Photograph


6 Word Story: 6/24

I have a lot of fears and some of those cause anxiety and panic attacks. I have learned to deal with most but some are unshakable due to a past life. However, I do try and get past them or move forward but at the very least I’ll remind myself of who I’m with or where I’m at. This prompt actually should go with tomorrows. Maybe a part 1 and part 2 prompt idea?

Prompt Word: Biggest Fear

Doodle(s)wash: 6/8

It was a hectic day and my head is still full of noise from work. I was able to post Fenton Progress and took time to do really quick painting and doodle.  I was only busted one time.  I wish I was at today’s prompt.

Doodle(s)wash Prompt: Beach

Saving River

Every day at lunch I would sit outside to eat and soak up some of nature’s vitamin D. And every day, I would see this animal nosing roaming around. There were days that he would run from the animal control, or dodge cars, growling to protect himself from horrible individuals, or just sit and stare at me from across the street. I would yell at the teens wanting to harm him, or yell at the mongrel to get out of the street but he just stared. I called him river because the markings on his head looked like the mapping of a river.

After watching him for a few weeks I realized he was more than likely hungry and started bringing a bag of kibble in my lunchbox. I would eat my sandwich and as I got up I would dump the bag of kibble where I sat. For a few days, I would have to scoop away the old kibble and replace with fresh. Over time I noticed that the pile of kibble would get smaller and smaller until the piles would be gone by the next day. I spied on the filthy beast to make sure it was him I was feeding and not the birds. The dog would never come when I was present but made sure his presence was known.

Our relationship lasted for six months, just like that. I would bring kibble, he would eat it and repeat. One morning everything changed. I had just got done eating and started to pour his kibble out when he was standing in front of me, growling.
‘Shhh…river…go..good boy.’ I stammered and started to look down to appear submissive to him. I didn’t know what I had done to bring on this show of aggression. We NEVER interacted. River’s growls got lower and louder. He started baring his teeth and a barking that sent chills down my spine.
‘Ok…ok…shhh. Please be a good boy.’ I pleaded with tears running down my face.

River lunged past me knocking me to the ground. I hit my head on the stone walkway and I could hear a man’s voice. Sounded like he was in pain. The true chill came from metal clinking against the stone walkway. River had just prevented me from being the next victim of the serial murderer that has been claiming lives of women all over the city. I ran to the nearest store and called the police. I returned to the scene to find the cops wrestling the killer to the ground and River not letting go of the man. It was all over so quickly. Law enforcement asked if that was my dog and I had explained that it was a stray that I was feeding on my lunch breaks. They informed me that they would call animal control to capture my saving River. I refused and promised I would do everything in my power to gain control of my wild River.

It only took a week. I would approach River with food and treats. I gained his trust and before I knew it he had allowed me to put a leash on him. I took him to the vet and got everything he needed, then to the pet store and for the first time he was groomed and dressed. We went home where I introduced him to his new life and formed a friendship that lasted for his lifetime.

I wanted to do something different. I allowed myself only 20 minutes to write a story for this prompt before heading home. (Yup, work day is almost over, I’m out of work, and had an urge to write.)

Jo/© thecreativeptsdgal.wordpress.com

6 Word Story: 3/24

I had a very superstitious grandmother and there were certain times that we had to be aware of such as the witching hour or fairy morns.

Prompt Word: Otherworldly

Be cautious, the veil is thin.

The Inked Talisman

ZZZZZZZZZZZ. I was hooked. It all started with me disobeying my husband. I wanted to feel the freedom of doing what I want and not what I was told. He hated tattoos and I knew he wouldn’t want anything to do with me but on the flip side of that same coin, I would be punished for being disobedient. I sat in the chair feeling nervous and anxious but the thrill and that buzzing. That thrill was something I never experienced before. I felt no pain from the needle just mesmerized by the image coming to life. No, no punishment ever came to me, well at least not that day. The tattoo, on the other hand, empowered me to do so much more and even protected me from my NOW ex-husband.

I now own 27 tattoos or they own me-I haven’t quite figured that out. They have the power to keep judgmental and negative people away while letting the light inside others meet me. They tell me the stories of other people without even exchanging a word. I learn about their hate, their passion, and their families. I know can tell if they are rotten to the core, made mistakes, or possess a memory they can take to their death. Truth is, even before you meet me, I’m already protected.

I used Discovers Daily Prompt: Talisman to give a little more information about myself. I do not post many pictures of myself for safety reasons but I am proud of my tattoos.

Please Don’t

Please don’t look at me,
I only want to walk into the store.

Please don’t watch me,
I only want to get what my family needs.

Please don’t talk to me,
I will stumble over my words trying to reply.

Please don’t stand to close,
I feel uncomfortable and want to run.

Please don’t make eye contact,
I feel obligated to look away.

Please don’t snicker,
I tried to say my coffee order that I rehearsed.

Please don’t shake your head,
I only want to order something to eat.

Please don’t acknowledge me,
I only want to be invisible.

I wanted to attempt a poem for the Daily Post Prompt: Invisible that captures some of my social anxieties. I remember a time when I was a social butterfly and then I was isolated. Now I’m left with the aftermath of my CPTSD. Some days are harder than others.

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