amonkie

Yet another new week.....


Your Challenge: Write a short story including this line:







somewhere within your story.


Good luck!

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

sepia

I was headed for destruction, the car ramming down down down the cliffs, seeing the fjord coming closer and all that drowning water ahead of me, trying to invite me. The car was creaking, making sounds you shouldn't hear and I felt like humptydumpty sitting on the wall, wondering if suicide is the best option.

So I took the paper, coloured on one side and blank on the other. He left, called me forty minutes later and asked me if all the paper had dissolved and I said yes yes, I'm floating. I want to return to the womb of mother earth. He said, take a shower or a bath.

And I did. The dream'o'meter was pacing, racing mad at speeds the light would envy. I was the water, the water was me and happiness engulfed all of the world.

The phone rang, a man's voice.
“Sorry, we can’t insure you for a journey like that.”

And I felt disappointment for humanity itself and all thoughts pouring through my head were nothing less than epic and I was riding a car and all of humanity was with me and everyone counted on me to keep the car on the road, I couldn't bad, I couldn't bail out. I had to keep the car going. To what purpose I asked? To what purpose?

So I found myself grinning, heading for destruction.

amonkie

Great story, Sepia - and Welcome to the Lit!

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

sepia

Thank you and thank you.

Hope I'll be able to stick around. Or am I being rude 'hijacking' the thread?

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This must be hell for there are no windows.

amonkie

You're not being rude or hijacking - but feel free to check out the other 14 challenges on this forum if you want something to try for the rest of the week

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

sepia

Will do that. Great concept by the way.

It's a nice and easy icebreaker.

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This must be hell for there are no windows.

tecoyah

There is a first time for everything, and this was the best example in history. Dr. wilcox set her control panel for an automatic jump through the wormwhole that was swirling in front of her, sweat beading on her brow. Running through her mind was the last thing the board at M.I.T. had said to her as she walked from the room.

" Sorry, we can't insure you for a journey like that."

She placed a finger on the last button and pushed, Never to be seen again.

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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

Seeker

She woke, had she been asleep long? She did not remember drifting off. She had been conversing with an old friend about the things that might have been. Slightly embarrassed, she called out. "Ilana, are you still here?"
Ilana entered the room with a pot of hot coffee. "Ah, I was beginning to wonder how long you'd be out, we have covered much this evening."
I couldn't remember much of our discussion.. although I knew that there was much to prepare for.. so much time had passed, and I was amazed that I hadn't prepared earlier. How could I have forgotten? Finishing my cup, I was eager to start. Ilana had moved to the kitchen so I was free to collect my things.

It was dusk as we stood on the sidewalk. I looked back at the house, at the life I once knew, and wondered how had I become numb.. to the extent of losing myself in amongst all the things that now seemed so trivial? Ilana touched my arm as a signal that it was time. She felt my hesitation as I looked into her eyes. She answered as if reading my thoughts, "Sorry, we can't insure you for a journey like that." I could tell from her expression, she knew what lay ahead.

I felt a jolt, then at once I was back on my couch. I reached for a glass that was on the coffee table and noticed my hands trembling. Nothing would be the same, this all seemed so pointless. What was I meant to do now? I felt like I should know but I was pressed for time. As I collected my keys and made way for the door, her picture caught my eye. Pushing the tears back, I wondered, what was I going to do now that she was gone.

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To those who wander but who are not lost...

~ Knowledge is not something you acquire, it is something you open yourself to.

amonkie

Jack stopped by the travel agency on his walk around town that day, the last item on his list recieving a check as the welcome bell rang. Inside the receptionist looked up and motioned him to her desk. "What can I help you with today?"


Jack thought for a quick moment, hoping this outcome would be better than the previous places he had tried. Taking a big breath, he told her in a rush of his plans to travel inside the Bermuda Triangle and try to find all the missing planes that had gone down. "The only thing I'm missing," Jack said, "is the insurance on the off chance that something happens."

When the receptionist realized Jack was indeed completely serious, her amused grin morphed into a slightly worried face. "Sorry, we can't insure you for a journey like that. I'm sure you understand".


Sighing, Jack mumbled a quick thanks and left the store, frustration crumpling the list in his hand. Looks like he was just going to have to go after the treasure the old fashioned way.

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

Amnesia620

"I'm so tired of this shit!" Laura screamed at her parents as she spun around and ran out the front door. She tolerated them too much; their fighting and mood swings. She especially hated it when one of her parents would give her permission to do something whereas the other would not, and become upset - she wasn't sure if they were doing it to properly raise her or just to piss the other parent off - they both did this at different times. Sometimes, they would both be mad at eachother and take it out on her. This was one of those times.

Her father was abusive and her mother was emotionally damaged. Psychologically, she knew if she didn't escape soon she would be damaged for life. Her mother was constantly trying to make her feel as if her father's abuse - mentally and physically - were her fault. Her arms were still sore from his punches from almost a week ago; the bruises had just begun to fade.

Now was time to execute her and Leo's plan. She had everything she cared to bring with her at Leo's house. They were leaving to move across the country. To escape, get away. There was nothing that could keep her here any longer. She didn't want to stick around and live with her parents, if she did she may not live long enough to see old age.

'So what if I'm only seventeen, I'm practically an adult!' She thought as she arrived at Leo's window and tapped gently. He pulled up the blinds and made a movement indicating he was going to let her in at the front door...just like he had for the past 4 years. He was such a great guy that Laura could not imagine Leo not being in her life. He was her best friend.

"Hey," Leo said, opening the door and letting her come in, "we've a bit o' a problem."

Leo looked handsome as usual with his lean physique, slightly muscular, and dark hair and eyes. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and his loosely curled dark hair was held into place with gel. He softly smiled at her and she smiled back.

"What's up?" Laura said.


"I went to rent the truck to move us today," he began, "apparently any trip longer than 2000 miles isn't covered."

"Covered?" I inquired.

"Yeah...the guy behind the counter even told me that they have restrictions on their insurance coverage, then printed this out -" he paused, handing me two sheets of paper stapled together at the corner, "we're s-o-l, as it stands today."

I looked at the paper. At the bottom, hand-written, was the phrase "I'm sorry, but we can't insure you for a journey like that." Over on the left hand side of the page the words 'California', 'West Coast', 'Over 2000 miles' and 'Restricted/Unavailable' were hi-lighted in bright yellow.

Laura found she couldn't stop her tears, as they flowed down her cheeks. Leo walked over to her and put his arms around her.

"We'll find another way, Laura, don't give up hope. We'll find another way."

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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620