Origins: Cue Sonic Laughter

"Don't. Please." I choked out as I tried to not laugh. "I. Mean. It." I twisted fruitlessly under their assault, squirming to get away from their fingers. "Please." But they didn't let up. I couldn't hold it in. I began to laugh uncontrollably under their relentless fingers. The sound echoing loudly around the room, like a cannon fired from close proximity.
Only then, only then did they pull away, cries of pain echoing around the room as people covered their ears. I gasped for breath, forcing myself to close my mouth with a snap. That's why people didn't tickle me. That's why I avoided these social interactions. My laugh was too loud. Nearly like a sonic boom really. And it did nothing but draw attention to myself and hurt others.

Brain: Cannot function, cannot think, cannot do anything, must sleep.
Me: Soo...I guess we're not going to write tonight huh?

Origins: Cue Teleportation

Taking a calming breath, I pulled the hood over my head, hiding my face in it's shadows as I straightened.
"It's time." I murmured to myself. Letting my eyes unfocus, I concentrated on the mental image in my head of the person I wished to see. Slowly I raised my hand and snapped my fingers.
With a faint pop, a guy, probably in his first year of college appeared before me.
He gapped around like a fish. "What? Where am I?" I didn't give him a chance to get his bearings. I raised my hand. Slapped him hard against the face and snapped my fingers, causing him to disappear once more.
I exhaled, lowering my hood. There. Now I felt much better.

Me: I should write!
Brain: But look! A Shiny New Fic to Read!!!
Me: *promptly distracted*
Brain: *contented sigh*
*hours later*
Brain: Hey...we probably should have written today...
Me: *groans* You think?!

Me: Well this story concept seems pretty straight forward. Should be simple enough to write.
Brain: But.
Me: No.
Brain: What if.
Me: dooonnnn'tttt!!!
Brain: We complicated it?
Me: NO!
Brain: Too late. ;)
Me: Agggghhhh!!!

A Sidekick

It was dawn before I finished the last of the dishes in the now sparkling kitchen. Exhausted I gave one last look around the place before going to my tiny room off the kitchen to collapse on the cot there. For the millionth time I wished I had it easier. Or at least helpful birds or mice or well, I'd even take some assistance from the spiders at this point, who'd help me with my chores. I would then have the perfect set up to run into my prince charming. I snorted, burying my head in my pillow. Ha. Yah, no princess life for me that was for sure. All because none of the animals would come help me do my chores so I could have a life. Totally. That was the reason.

-Inspiration from cleaning at work

Revenge Creatures

She seemed sweet enough at first, when the woman with white hair came into the store. She reminded me of my friend's grandmother, who looked much younger than she actually was. Yet her eyes were like a hawk's. Pinning me in place as she jabbed a finger into my chest asking me, "Do you have any piranhas?"
I swallowed hard. "Ummm no?"
She frowned, taking a long look at the fish tanks before once again pinning me in place with her eyes. "Alligators?"
I shook my head. "Sorry."
"Sharks?"
"We have fish that look like sharks." I answered helpfully.
Her eyes lit up. "Do they eat meat?"
"Uh...no. They don't have teeth..."
She threw her hands up in the air looking skywards. "Well that doesn't help me at all!" she exclaimed turning on her heel. "I need something to send to my enemies, but you don't have what I'm looking for!" She adjusted the bag on her shoulder and stalked from the store, without a backwards glance.
I swallowed again, giving a nervous laugh. I really hoped she wasn't serious....but somehow I knew she actually was.

-Inspiration from a conversation at work.

Last Meal

The bullet tore through my chest, spinning me around so I caught the briefest of glimpses of the officer who'd fired the shot before I fell to the ground, staring up at the sky. I gasped for breath, a weight suddenly on my lungs, my hands dug at the asphalt as my vision began to blacken. It wasn't like my life flashed before my eyes or anything. No, my last hazy thought before everything went black was....I never did get to eat my chicken nuggets.

-Inspiration from a news story

Me: Okay Brain, no New Ideas until I get all these other ideas written out okay?
Brain: *comes up with 12 new ideas instantaneously*
Me: BRAIN!! WHAT DID I JUST SAY?
Brain: ....to create more ideas?

Decisions

It echoed in my head as I left the building. "One or Two? One? Or. Two?" I grimaced to myself, shoving my hands deeper into my pockets. How was I supposed to decide?! I'd stared at my two options for hours it felt like, and they both looked exactly the same. Yet I knew they shouldn't be. So I left. Leaving the options on the table. Hoping that some fresh air and looking at something different would make my decision much easier upon returning to that dark room.
Somehow...I already knew it wouldn't help.
But I was procrastinating already, so why not get some sunlight out of it?
Not that my mind would let me enjoy the sunlight.
"One or Two? One or Two?"
It echoed over and over in my head, drowning out even the birds chattering nearby.
One or Two.
It shouldn't be that hard.
It shouldn't.
I kicked at the grass.
Maybe I'd just go back and pick One.
But....what if the correct answer was actually Two?
Could I pick Two?
I frowned, I'd have to look at it again.
It just seemed...a tiny bit easier with One. and I went for Easy more often than not.
So why not One?
Why was I even thinking about Two?

-Inspiration from a visit to the Eye Doctor

Me: I kinda want to write.
Brain: ...........
Me: I said, I kinda want to write!
Brain: ..........
Me: Hello?
Brain: .....Huh?
Me: I said I want to write!!
Brain: Oh.....can we do that tomorrow? I'm not...feeling it.

Coats

New Guy Greg: *staring at the skinny pigs* When are ya gonna give their coats back?
Me: O_o huh?
New Guy Greg: Their coats! The fur!
Me: Oh, they don't have any fur. They were born that way.
New Guy Greg: *narrows eyes* That's what the boss wants ya to think. These probably owe us money don't they? ...
Me: ... No.... Animals never owe us money....

Dead?

New Guy Greg: How do you know that the animal is actually dead?
Me: It doesn't move. I thought that would be obvious.
New Guy Greg: *squints* That's what they want ya to think. Cus ya know people play dead all the time. But ya turn your back for two seconds and suddenly them is all running away and ya gotta go after them again!
Me: O_o well....I can assure you... The fish aren't going to run away when they're floating there dead....
New Guy Greg: *walks away muttering* That...'s what they want ya ta think. New Guy Greg: How do you know that the animal is actually dead?
Me: It doesn't move. I thought that would be obvious.
New Guy Greg: *squints* That's what they want ya to think. Cus ya know people play dead all the time. But ya turn your back for two seconds and suddenly them is all running away and ya gotta go after them again!
Me: O_o well....I can assure you... The fish aren't going to run away when they're floating there dead....
New Guy Greg: *walks away muttering* That...'s what they want ya ta think.

A Shifting World

My world tilts again as the howls of wolves suddenly rose all around me. Shivering, I turn to go back but my limbs don't respond. Instead I find myself falling onto hands and knees. Blinking I try to get my blurring sight to focus. "I can't do this." I mutter. This wasn't...this wasn't me, though I didn't know what wasn't me. I couldn't think with the howling echoing in my head. I had...to get away. I had to...I threw my head back in a howl of agony. Make it stop. Make it go away. Make. It. Stop.

-Inspiration from reading a fic

Back to the Real World

I fidgeted with my shirt, staring up at the building in front of me.
Her lips brush my cheek and I don't quite jump. "Relax." She whispers into my ear. "You'll be fine."
"Easy for you to say." I retort back, rubbing my cheek as I turned to her. "You haven't been missing in the woods for almost two years."
"It's like riding a bike."
"No it's not, biking is about balance, this..."
"Is about balancing as well. Just don't go climbing the side of the building and after a week people won't look at you twice."
I frowned. "A week?"
"You'll do fine." She reassured me again, grabbing my hand and pulling me forward. "Just tell yourself you belong here."
Maybe. I shook my head, reluctantly resisting the urge to stop and run the other way. I hardly felt like a belonged here. Already I could feel the stares from the windows, checking out the 'new' guy. The guy no one had seen since halfway through Jr. High. Oh yah. This was going to be exactly like riding a bike. Not.

-Inspiration from watching the remake of Pete's Dragon

Escape?

He cursed under his breath as the familiar whine of police sirens shrilled into life behind him. "Ten minutes earlier than expected." He muttered, breaking into a run. Had he misjudged the guard's schedule or had one of the other prisoners actually ratted him out?
Regardless. He would be able to avoid the police easily.
Their dogs? Not so much, but so long as he could cross the ravine before they found his scent...he'd have a better chance of at least delaying their hunt. He'd hoped to get farther than this before his escape had been found. Though why he hoped at all was beyond him, luck had never been on his side. "Please, at least today. Be on my side." He found himself whispering. He couldn't go back to that prison hole. He couldn't.

-Inspiration from reading a fic.

Coulda Shoulda Woulda

Maybe its from the irritation that I experienced earlier in the day when my coworkers were moving slower than I thought they should be moving in their tasks....that or just a slight stress of "I should haves" of realizing after the fact that certain interactions I had with people probably could have lasted longer and gone a different way if I hadn't been too focused on my tasks instead. *shakes head* In any case....another headache has struck. I can only hope it's not going to become like the monster one I had two nights ago....

Delayed Stress?

I almost think it was a delayed reaction to the stressful day I had at work the day before.
As I couldn't think why else I'd wake up from my nap with a headache.
I mean...yes, I do wake up from naps with headaches.
But I think stress from the previous day finally caught up to me.
Because there was no reason for me to get such a major headache otherwise.
*shakes head*

Whatever the case, it was bad this time.
Staying with me through the night, and into today.
No matter what I tried, the headache refused to leave.
Which was annoying.
Since it made it difficult to do things today, but at least I had the day to do nothing to let it wend it's course.

Don't Play With Fire

I was lucky to be alive. If I hadn't been tilting the gun upwards when it went off....I would have been dead. Easily. Everyone who witnessed it actually thought I had died at first. Head wounds bleed profusely even if it's just a scratch. This...this was slightly more than a scratch. I mean the bullet had cracked my skull, but at least it hadn't penetrated my brain.
But for whatever reason, I had survived shooting myself. Not that I'd intended to shoot myself. I had thought the gun empty actually. How was I supposed to know that there was a bullet in the chamber when I'd picked it up? 
Needless to say. I was never going near a gun again if I could help it. I didn't need to tempt fate twice.

-Inspiration from an online article.

Person: Oh Hey, We have this New Thing we're doing Now.
Me: Okay.
Brain: *hisses* NEW!?!?! We don'ts like new. No we don'ts.
Me: Honestly, it's nothing major.
Brain: IT'S AWFUL!!! WE IS BEING OVERWORKED! WE IS BEING UNDERAPPRECIATED!
Me: The new thing takes like five minutes. It's fine.
Brain: IT IS NOT FINE!! THIS IS AWFUL! HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET THINGS DONE!
Me: ...well we'll be delayed a bit.
Brain: IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS WAY! WE HAD A PLAN! PLAN IS RUINED NOW. RUIIIINNNEEEEEDDDDD!!!
Me: ....you done?
Brain: Give me four more hours. *takes breath* RUIIIIINNNEEEDDD!!

If I Ever -Required Reading

If I Ever end up teaching an English Class.

I'm going to require my students to read literature that's more cheerful.
As it seems like all the 'classics' and the 'real literature' and 'noteworthy books' that I was made to read in school....were downright depressing.

I mean a book doesn't have to have meaning just because something bad happens.
Why not focus on more positive books with more uplifting meanings? Books with adventure and thrills. Books that let you explore the world and experience multiple cultures at once....

Okay...I probably would end up teaching a fantasy class....
Because have you noticed that the Fantasy Genre tends to be where the stories end happily?
I mean. Of course you have favorite characters die, and things happen that leave you staring at the wall going "NOOOO!!!"
But overall, the books have great messages to them, and great plots, characters, motivations.

Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Wheel of Time, The Mistborn books.
Seriously.
We should be able to read books in school that don't leave one feeling depressed at the end.
Because that's what it felt like in school. Every English book I had to read I already knew would be depressing, because that's what all English books seem to be about.

We need to change that.

And I will change that....if I ever teach an English Class. lol

Me: *comes up with interesting concept* This is so amazing! Now why has this happened?
Character 1: *shrugs*
Character 2: *is silent*
Me: ...Guys? Why is this scene happening?
Characters: *no response*
Me: That's not helping. Guys. You gotta tell me!
Characters: *no response*
Me: *throws up hands* What is it?! Is it option a. b. c. or d?!
Characters: It's none of those.
Me: Then what is it?
Characters: *silence*
Me: AHHH!!!!

Safety?

"Look out!" He cried, shoving her against the wall, pressing tight against her, as a boulder the length of a school bus tumbled past them. She swore it had only missed crushing them by inches. "Come on!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the wall. "We got to get out of this canyon before the whole mountain slides into it!"

-Inspiration from a dream

Going First

Her feet had to have been aching. After all, she'd just complained about it to me for the last ten minutes we'd been standing in line.
It probably hadn't helped her that her arms were full with books that she was purchasing for her grandchildren. Me with my one notebook, I could hardly feel sympathy for her currently, though I did remember having such problems with heavy loads during the school year.
So I was glad for her when it finally became her turn to go up to the register. This woman would be able to buy her things and finally go find a spot to sit down and get off her feet.
"You can go ahead."
I blinked, turning to her in confusion. "Huh?"
"You just have one item right?"
I glanced down at my notebook. "Uh, yah."
"Then you can go ahead, I'm going to be a while at the register, I want the cashier to wrap all these up for me."
But..but...my brain froze. "Are you sure?" I managed to get out. She had just said she couldn't wait to get off her feet! Why would she be willing to wait a couple minutes longer just to let me get done with my own purchase faster?
She smiled and nodded. "Go ahead."
I smiled in return. "Thank you, really." I said, moving past her as the cashier called for the next customer in line. I didn't know why she was being so considerate, but I was grateful to quickly purchase my notebook and go. I smiled and gave her a wave again as I left. Mouthing Thank you once more. To which she nodded and smiled as she moved up to the register.

-Inspiration from shopping today

Brain: ALL THE IDEAS!!!
Me: How about we focus on just one of them?
Brain: But... ALL THE IDEAS!!!
Me: You know we can't type more than one at once!
Brain: Time to practice then.
Me: *scoffs* Maybe for you.

The Sound Of Food

"Hey, I'm grabbing a hamburger, do you want one?"
It took me a moment to realize that Melanie was talking to me. I looked up. "Huh?" Came my brilliant response.
"I'm heading out on lunch, did you want a hamburger?" She repeated.
My stomach tightened in response to the thought of food. Due to my car breaking down earlier in the week, I'd had to use all the money I had to my name on repairs. I had been planning to buy food, but because of the repairs, I no longer could afford to. Unfortunately, I'd already been reduced to eating ramen at home and skipping breakfast and lunch. I swallowed hard. "I'd love one, but I don't have any money to pay you back."
She flashed a brilliant smile. "It will be my treat. Do you want one?"
I licked my lips, forcibly stopping myself from answering too quickly or two desperately. "Sure, if you really don't mind."
"Of course not. I'll be back soon." She gave me a small wave as she disappeared out the door.
I exhaled slowly, unable to believe my luck. None of my coworkers had ever offered to buy me food before. Nor had I brought up the fact that I had no money for food.
So when she returned fifteen minutes later, handing me, not the cheap dollar menu hamburger, but a huge double stacker hamburger sandwich...it was all I could do to not drool, to not shove the whole thing in my face right then.
"Hope you like it!" She said brightly as I stared at the large sandwich wide eyed. She winked as I looked up. "It's my favorite one to buy. So don't let it go to waste okay!"
Oh there was no fear of that. "Okay." I replied as she shooed me into the back to take my break so I could eat it.

-Inspiration from a conversation at work.

Brain: New Idea New Idea New Idea!!!
Me: Great...but we need to be sleeping.
Brain: *hours later* NEW IDEA NEW IDEA NEW IDEA!!!
Me: BRAIN! Stop. We need sleep.
Brain: *pouts*
Me: Finally.
Brain. >.> *starts dreaming* You're going to be late for work.
Me: No I'm not.
Brain: You're going to be late. The alarm should have gone off by now.
Me: No we still have time.
Brain: Are you sure? Absolutely sure?
Me: YES!
*alarm goes off*
Brain: *groans* Why are we so tired???
Me: Because someone wouldn't Be Quiet and let us Rest. >.<

Is It Just For Money?

She smiled victoriously as she left, shutting the door just a little harder than normal. He slumped in his chair, burying his head in his hands. Off she went, to spend more money, even though they'd just spent the last two hours arguing over how she was spending too much money. Why did she always think that he was just trying to shut down her passions? Couldn't she realize that her hobby was causing financial strain on them? He just wanted her to exercise a little more restraint. That was all. Give them the opportunity to do something else for once. Go out to a nice restaurant, spend the weekend in a condo, or at least give him a weekend fishing trip every now and then. But no. It was never that. She never wanted to 'do' anything. She only was obsessed with the appearance of their home, the aesthetic, how their lives were portrayed to those around them. Why couldn't she see that money wasn't everything? Why couldn't she see that she could be happy with what she had? He slumped further down. Why...why couldn't she just be happy that she had him...not happy that he had money?

-Inspiration from customer conversation

Me: Alright, let's write this out in this plot line!
Character *promptly starts thinking thoughts that takes me down a tangent*
Me: No. NO. NOOO What are you doing?! Stop!
CHaracter *successful gets us off original plot line*
Me: *glaring* Great. Now that you've gotten us down this tangent plot, how about you get us back to the original plot!

A Slow Day

I leaned against the counter, fighting the urge to yawn. I didn't even know why we were opened today. It wasn't like people would think to come shopping here when there was a festival out there. It was a day of celebration, of laughter, of eating and drinking, and being crazy.
And what was I doing?
Trying to not fall asleep because my boss was stubborn enough to decide to stay open on this holiday.
I hadn't seen a customer enter through the doors in over two hours.
Though I was pretty sure I'd seen a tumbleweed tumble by fifteen minutes ago.
With the store already spick and span, everything in its place and all my chores long done....
I groaned, glancing at the clock again. Only two minutes had passed.
Why couldn't my shift get over with already?
Why couldn't the boss have decided to close the doors and give us all a break from work? He was losing money having to pay me to be here, not gaining any.

-Inspiration from a slow day at work