It's Been A While

It's been a while since my last prompt so I won't waste anytime.
Prompt#27 : Write a story about an empty glass.

Once upon a time, there was an empty glass. Then it broke. The End.

Wow, that was a great prompt. alright, now for the real prompt.
Prompt#98 : Write about how you felt when you discovered you were lied to.

Let me think for a moment. It's not everyday that I discover I'm lied to. I can't recall the time, but I know it happened. I can also probably figure out how I felt about it. Betrayed is a word that comes to mind. For a lie to mean something it usually has to come from someone you trust. If someone on the street lies to you, you don't care and eventually froget about it all together. If a parent or sibling lies to you, the cut is much deeper. Odds are, the person would not tell me they lied to me. It would have to reveal itself to me some other way. I remeber that time now. Mom said that Dean(my step-dad) felt that I didn't love him. That day I had made a mistake while driving my car with him in the drivers seat. He had tried to show me a short cut and I got confused and didn't make the right turn. I got upset. Dean tried to tell me what to do, but
I felt stupid so I pretended that I already knew what he was saying. I ignored his advice and ended up turning the car around and heading the way I usually did. There was some tension between us. Later my mom came in my room and said that I had distrespected Dean and he wondered ifI even loved him. My mom said she was ashamed of me and wanted me to apologize to Dean right away. She also added that if I ever disrespected Dean again, that I would be grounded to the end of the century. I went downstais and found Dean sitting on the couch watching T.V. I had been crying and I told him through my sobs that I was sorry and I didn't mean to disrespect him. He said he understood and he wasn't upset with me. I told Dean that mom had told me he thought I didn't love him. I said I did. Then he told me he hadn't said that and he only wanted me to listen to him better when he was trying to help me. I was happy that Dean and I had talked and solved the issue. However, I was very upset at my mom for telling me that Dean thought I didn't love him. What kind of a person says something like that?
Even though it's not the first messed up thing my mom has told me, it was probably the one that hurt the most. She had lied to me to make me feel guilty. Whoever said "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me" obviously never met my mom. I'm just glad I'mnot at her house to hear anymore lies and guilt trips. But now I've made my mom sound like an evil villan. I have to set the rercord strait. I don't hate my mom. She has supported me and protected me for 18 years. I appreciate all that she has done for me. I just hope that one day she realizes why I chose to move away from her. It's not that I don't love her, it's just that sometimes she causes me more pain than I can handle.


~ Jessica

Blogcast

I'm back after a long day. Time to relax and write a new blog. Here's the prompt:
Write about " A funny thing happened to me on my way to"

A funny thing happened to me on the way to my computer to write this blog. It was just about the funniest thing I've ever had happen to me.

Well, that was a great prompt. Now for another one:
List 10-15 things worth saving and write about one.

1. Human lives are always worth saving. 2. money is sometimes worth saving. 3. A household pet. 4. Traditions are worth saving. 5. Stories 6. Things that were handed down to you by your parents. 7. Things that have meaning to you. 8. my CDs. 9. my movies 10. clothes, just becasue you never know when something will come back in style. 10. Photos are definitely worth saving. 11. Memories 12. paintings and art 13. the rainforest is worth saving 14. things that are collectible are worth saving 15. Books should be saved.

Well, I guess I should talk about one of these things now. Photos. I never use to take photos. Now that I'm older I'm partially glad because I would hate to look at how I looked like when I was younger. But now that I'm older, I like to take pictures of the places I go because it helps me remeber the times I spent at those places. Unfortunatley my camera is still broken. Otherwise, I'd be snapping pictures right now. I should really get that fixed . . .



~ Pirate J

My Morning

Well, today started off a little differently. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. this morning. I got dressed and ready to go in about 30 minutes. I was supposed to be ready by 7:00. So, then I spent about 30 minutes waiting for my dad to get ready to go. I decided, since Ihad 30 minutes to spare, that I'd watch the sunrise this morning. It was pretty amazing. At first the sky changed to a lighter hughe. Then suddenly the first rays of light were cast over a small part of the city. The light spread slowly, gradually lighting the sky. My house ramained untouched by the sun. There were several trees in the way blocking its rays. By the time the sun reached my house, it was 7:05. Time to go. I then hopped in my car and took off. I've seen many sunrises, but I've never actually stopped to sit and enjoy them. At my mom's house, where I'm use to seeing the sunrise more often, I was always too busy trying to get ready for school to see the entire sunrise. I would acknowledge it at different points throughout the morning. When I woke up, I looked out my window. The sky was just starting to turn pink. I went downstairs to eat breakfast and the first rays of sun were beaming in. I went back upstairs to get dressed. I took another quick look out my window to see a very bright red sun. Then, when I was finally ready to drive off, I did not see the sun until I turned the corner down the street. Then it came blindingly into view, glaring up my car windows. At mom's house, I had a love/hate realtionship with the sun. I think I still do a little. It's not as red anymore though, and when I see a sunrise here I don't have to worry about being blinded by the rays.

~ Jessica

Birds of a feather Blog together

I found a place that lists over 200 prompts. I've decided to do some. Here's the first:
#16 Where do you go when you want to get away from the pressures of life, family, work, etc? Write about that place.

When I want to relax, watching a movie or T.V. show usually helps to distract me from the stresses of life. When that doesn't seem to be working, I go in my room, sit on the floor, and listen to music. Sometimes I draw. I've had to deal with a lot over the years and I think it's important to manage stress instead of letting it build up inside. There have been times when I have become emotionally broken down from all of the stress. There was a lot and when people would ask me what was wrong, I kept it all hidden inside. I always fear what people will think of me. In some weird way, showing my emotions could be seen as inner weakness. I always wanted to seem stronger than I really was. Like everything bad that was going on around me had no real affect on me. Now I feel like I've built a wall around myself and I'm trapped inside. Of course, it's one thing to list all of my flaws, and another entirely to fix them. Perhaps one day, I'll sort out my issues and learn to open up more. Until then, I'll manage my stress and inner issues on my own.


~ Jessica

My First Postage

Well, this is my first post eva on this blog space. I just decided that my myspace was getting a little crowded with blogs and I like writing so much that I came here. Depsite what you may think, I'm not an actual pirate. I was just inspired by one. Captain Jack. Anyways, I like movies, music, art, books, animals, nature, . . . but I'm not going to talk about all those right now. A first post is a special thing. It sets the tone for all the future posts. So, with that said, welcome to my bloghome!




~ Pirate J