Grinning like jack-o-lanterns they approach hands out stretched. "Trick or Treat" they crow in unison as I frantically reach behind me for a bowl that's nearly empty. I don't know if I have enough. I don't know if I have enough!
"Trick or Treat!" They crow again, eyes widening with displeasure as I'm slow to give them the offering they crave.
"Here. Here." I frantically say holding out the bowl.
Like a flock of hungry birds they descended, picking at the bowl searching for their favorites. "Happy Halloween!" They cry, once satisfied this house provided satisfactory offerings for them.
I close the door, locking it tight, closing my eyes, bowl held in my lap. "Please no more." I whisper. I couldn't handle any more.
Of course...the doorbell had to choose just then to read.
-Inspiration from handing out candy to the trick or treaters tonight.
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Monday, October 30, 2017
Closing the Eye
Ended up with a headache this morning pretty soon after waking up.
Not quite sure why....was it an irritation from my contact? Did I not sleep the right amount of time? Was there something stressful in the store that was just getting on my nerves?
It's hard to know for sure.
Though I think my eye was just feeling strain for whatever reason.
As when I finally was able to lay down and close that eye and put a heat pack on it...
The headache faded away...
After meds were doing nothing for it.
Ah the glorious power of heat.
Not quite sure why....was it an irritation from my contact? Did I not sleep the right amount of time? Was there something stressful in the store that was just getting on my nerves?
It's hard to know for sure.
Though I think my eye was just feeling strain for whatever reason.
As when I finally was able to lay down and close that eye and put a heat pack on it...
The headache faded away...
After meds were doing nothing for it.
Ah the glorious power of heat.
Sunday, October 29, 2017
To Safety
I pulled my sister down, ducking both of us behind our car as more gunshots rang out.
"What do we do? What do we do?" My sister breathed, gripping my wrist so tight it would probably bruise.
"I don't know." I whisper, my eyes darting around. "We need to get into better cover."
But how could we get to better cover if we didn't know where the bullets were coming from?
I tensed, head on a swivel. Any moment could be our last. I didn't know where was safe. Where we could go. But whatever we did. We'd need to do it soon. Do it so both of us could make it out alive.
-Inspiration from a dream...nightmare?
"What do we do? What do we do?" My sister breathed, gripping my wrist so tight it would probably bruise.
"I don't know." I whisper, my eyes darting around. "We need to get into better cover."
But how could we get to better cover if we didn't know where the bullets were coming from?
I tensed, head on a swivel. Any moment could be our last. I didn't know where was safe. Where we could go. But whatever we did. We'd need to do it soon. Do it so both of us could make it out alive.
-Inspiration from a dream...nightmare?
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Friday, October 27, 2017
A Survey
It was interesting today that I received an email asking me to take a survey about how often I get migraines/headaches and what symptoms I experience and such.
Which was a bit...interesting...because I was asked how many headaches I've had in the last 3 months...
And when I came back to this blog to check how many Mind Melt Posts I'd done....
I ended up with the number of 30.
Which...basically boils down to like one every three days. :S
Geez.
I get these things a lot. *exhales*
But I feel like I usually don't....was it just a bad time of year for me? Who knows....
But what is interesting....
Is that I actually hadn't had a headache for the past week or so...
Only for me to end up with one tonight.
Like...did I get the headache because my mind had been on headaches due to the survey?
Did I get it because I actually took a 2 hour nap today and ended up sleeping too long?
Did I get it because I ventured out to be social when I wasn't planning on it and that just tensed me out?
Am I just annoyed with myself for not writing things I want to write for the past week and that mental tension has finally built up to giving myself a headache?
No idea.
Still interesting I got a headache today though after that headache survey though....
Which was a bit...interesting...because I was asked how many headaches I've had in the last 3 months...
And when I came back to this blog to check how many Mind Melt Posts I'd done....
I ended up with the number of 30.
Which...basically boils down to like one every three days. :S
Geez.
I get these things a lot. *exhales*
But I feel like I usually don't....was it just a bad time of year for me? Who knows....
But what is interesting....
Is that I actually hadn't had a headache for the past week or so...
Only for me to end up with one tonight.
Like...did I get the headache because my mind had been on headaches due to the survey?
Did I get it because I actually took a 2 hour nap today and ended up sleeping too long?
Did I get it because I ventured out to be social when I wasn't planning on it and that just tensed me out?
Am I just annoyed with myself for not writing things I want to write for the past week and that mental tension has finally built up to giving myself a headache?
No idea.
Still interesting I got a headache today though after that headache survey though....
Thursday, October 26, 2017
Reconnecting
My smile froze on my face when I turned to face the visitor on my doorstep. I stared dumbfounded at the young man standing before me.
He stood there awkwardly, shuffling his feet on the porch, holding a small box in his hands. "Hey, Sis." He mumbled.
"Matthew?" I breathed, not believing my eyes. I hadn't seen my brother in three years. Not since he cut ties with us. Dropped off the radar, wouldn't respond to texts, to emails, to Facebook. "What...are you doing here?" How had he even known where to find me? I'd moved multiple times since we'd last saw each other.
"Just...mmm...I wanted to say hi." He said looking up. "Wish...wish you happy birthday." He said holding out the small box.
I hesitated a half second before smiling, taking the box. "Did you want to come in for dinner?" I asked, stepping back and holding the door wider. He'd made an effort to reconnect, I could reach out as well.
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yah...I'd like that."
-Inspiration from a conversation
He stood there awkwardly, shuffling his feet on the porch, holding a small box in his hands. "Hey, Sis." He mumbled.
"Matthew?" I breathed, not believing my eyes. I hadn't seen my brother in three years. Not since he cut ties with us. Dropped off the radar, wouldn't respond to texts, to emails, to Facebook. "What...are you doing here?" How had he even known where to find me? I'd moved multiple times since we'd last saw each other.
"Just...mmm...I wanted to say hi." He said looking up. "Wish...wish you happy birthday." He said holding out the small box.
I hesitated a half second before smiling, taking the box. "Did you want to come in for dinner?" I asked, stepping back and holding the door wider. He'd made an effort to reconnect, I could reach out as well.
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yah...I'd like that."
-Inspiration from a conversation
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
If I Ever -National Parks
If I Ever work for the National Parks...specifically Arches National Park.
I'm totally going to find out every little secret that that park holds.
Find every arch.
Be the one to volunteer to venture out into the wilderness to check in on arches that aren't on the main trails.
It's not like I can't do that now...
But if I worked for the NPs then I could 'offically' do so. lol
I'm totally going to find out every little secret that that park holds.
Find every arch.
Be the one to volunteer to venture out into the wilderness to check in on arches that aren't on the main trails.
It's not like I can't do that now...
But if I worked for the NPs then I could 'offically' do so. lol
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Restless Night
I'd thought I had had the headache handled yesterday.
But I didn't.
It tenaciously stuck around the entire day while I was focused on writing.
Fading here and there,
But never entirely gone.
It would increase in strength.
I would take measures against it.
It would decrease for a lil bit....
And then return.
Which meant...
That I was more than likely in for a bad night.
A night where the Nuclear Headache strikes.
Because when these types of headaches last and last.
It usually means that sleep is not going to help at all.
Though I always hope it will.
As I predicted.
So it happened.
The Nuclear Headache struck.
Pain. Pounding away within my head.
My body shaking.
My teeth chattering.
My heart pounding.
My lungs shuddering.
My stomach rolling.
It was a tsunami I had to hold onto and just pray that I would survive.
Heat wasn't helping.
Shower wasn't helping.
Meds wasn't helping.
I was too tense.
Too shaky.
But thankfully...
It too did pass.
Leaving a bitter taste in my mouth and shaky limbs as I reminder...these things aren't friendly.
But I didn't.
It tenaciously stuck around the entire day while I was focused on writing.
Fading here and there,
But never entirely gone.
It would increase in strength.
I would take measures against it.
It would decrease for a lil bit....
And then return.
Which meant...
That I was more than likely in for a bad night.
A night where the Nuclear Headache strikes.
Because when these types of headaches last and last.
It usually means that sleep is not going to help at all.
Though I always hope it will.
As I predicted.
So it happened.
The Nuclear Headache struck.
Pain. Pounding away within my head.
My body shaking.
My teeth chattering.
My heart pounding.
My lungs shuddering.
My stomach rolling.
It was a tsunami I had to hold onto and just pray that I would survive.
Heat wasn't helping.
Shower wasn't helping.
Meds wasn't helping.
I was too tense.
Too shaky.
But thankfully...
It too did pass.
Leaving a bitter taste in my mouth and shaky limbs as I reminder...these things aren't friendly.
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Tensed
I woke up with a headache this morning.
Which probably means that I slept a little tense, and considering I was dreaming that my jacket was weighing me down and I was trying to get it off of me.
It makes a little sense that my muscles would be aching from the effort.
It's possibly leftover strain from yesterday. From focusing on a chapter I was writing in my story. Because...well there was a lot of drama in that chapter.
And I still need to work on wrapping up a few loose ends in that particular story.
So the headache?
Very unwelcome, but not a surprise.
Hopefully I can get it to go away soon.
I have things to do.
Which probably means that I slept a little tense, and considering I was dreaming that my jacket was weighing me down and I was trying to get it off of me.
It makes a little sense that my muscles would be aching from the effort.
It's possibly leftover strain from yesterday. From focusing on a chapter I was writing in my story. Because...well there was a lot of drama in that chapter.
And I still need to work on wrapping up a few loose ends in that particular story.
So the headache?
Very unwelcome, but not a surprise.
Hopefully I can get it to go away soon.
I have things to do.
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Me: Wait, didn't we have four characters in this situation?
Brain: Yah?
Me: What happened to the other two?
Brain: Uh...we left them back on page 2?
Me: But they're still in the room!
Brain: Yah?
Me: That means we have to have them doing stuff!
Brain: Oh...but we're on page 7.
Me: *tears at hair* Aggggh!! Why didn't you notice this sooner?
Brain: I was on a roll?
Me: Obviously.
Brain: Yah?
Me: What happened to the other two?
Brain: Uh...we left them back on page 2?
Me: But they're still in the room!
Brain: Yah?
Me: That means we have to have them doing stuff!
Brain: Oh...but we're on page 7.
Me: *tears at hair* Aggggh!! Why didn't you notice this sooner?
Brain: I was on a roll?
Me: Obviously.
Monday, October 16, 2017
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Social Obligations
Stress from the unknown is well...stressful.
Not knowing situations is stressful.
Being put in charge of a situation that you weren't wanting to be put in charge of in the first place.
Very stressful.
So it's unsurprising that I ended up with a headache.
Because not knowing how things are going to turn out.
Can make me tense.
*shakes head*
Thankfully the social obligations I had to go participate in, turned out to not be as bad as my imagination was making it out to be. :)
Still got that headache though. Hopefully that goes away...eventually.
Not knowing situations is stressful.
Being put in charge of a situation that you weren't wanting to be put in charge of in the first place.
Very stressful.
So it's unsurprising that I ended up with a headache.
Because not knowing how things are going to turn out.
Can make me tense.
*shakes head*
Thankfully the social obligations I had to go participate in, turned out to not be as bad as my imagination was making it out to be. :)
Still got that headache though. Hopefully that goes away...eventually.
Saturday, October 14, 2017
ReDecorated
I paused in the doorway, doing a double take. This...was not my house.
I leaned back to look at the number on the side. 2303...
It was my house..
But it wasn't my house.
I frowned, stepping in side.
"Sweetheart?" I called out as I studied the room. The furniture, the walls, even the flooring! It didn't look right. This wasn't right. Had I walked into an alternate dimension? Because this was not my home.
-Inspiration from the breakroom being repainted/redecorated at work
I leaned back to look at the number on the side. 2303...
It was my house..
But it wasn't my house.
I frowned, stepping in side.
"Sweetheart?" I called out as I studied the room. The furniture, the walls, even the flooring! It didn't look right. This wasn't right. Had I walked into an alternate dimension? Because this was not my home.
-Inspiration from the breakroom being repainted/redecorated at work
Friday, October 13, 2017
Origins: Cue Silence
I leaned against the wall of my apartment, listening to the roar of the movie playing in the apartment below me. The bass of the music, shaking my wall with muted thunder. I gritted my teeth, closing my eyes. Focusing. Picturing the TV below me. I breathed in and slowly breathed out, holding my hand out and twisting it like I was twisting a dial.
And the sound faded. To blessed quiet. I could no longer hear.
For only a moment. I heard cries of confusion below me.
And the volume quickly returned to normal.
I exhaled, holding my hand out again. Turning down the volume for them. If they wouldn't take the hint, I would forcefully turn off the TV for them. Not everyone in the complex wants to hear their movie.
And the sound faded. To blessed quiet. I could no longer hear.
For only a moment. I heard cries of confusion below me.
And the volume quickly returned to normal.
I exhaled, holding my hand out again. Turning down the volume for them. If they wouldn't take the hint, I would forcefully turn off the TV for them. Not everyone in the complex wants to hear their movie.
Thursday, October 12, 2017
If I Ever -Management
If I Ever become a Manager.
I'm going to try and make sure that everyone feels worthwhile in the store. That their opinions matter, that their concerns matter, that their explanations are believed.
Because there's nothing more frustrating than to be constantly told that things aren't improving.
Yet there seems to be no effort made to improve it.
I mean, if you're put under a timeline deadline to get things done by.
And those things are still not getting done.
That's when I'd talk to the person, try and figure out a different solution. Find a way to make everything work within the boundaries set.
Because I'd rather work with people and keep them happy and figure out things....
Instead of haranguing them to the point of them deciding it's not worth the critiques anymore and quitting on us.
That just leaves us in worst straights....
I'm going to try and make sure that everyone feels worthwhile in the store. That their opinions matter, that their concerns matter, that their explanations are believed.
Because there's nothing more frustrating than to be constantly told that things aren't improving.
Yet there seems to be no effort made to improve it.
I mean, if you're put under a timeline deadline to get things done by.
And those things are still not getting done.
That's when I'd talk to the person, try and figure out a different solution. Find a way to make everything work within the boundaries set.
Because I'd rather work with people and keep them happy and figure out things....
Instead of haranguing them to the point of them deciding it's not worth the critiques anymore and quitting on us.
That just leaves us in worst straights....
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
The Hair Piece
Cinder winced as she felt a crunch like the breaking of glass under her foot. Reluctantly lifting her dress to see what she'd stepped on, she grimaced at the little metallic centipede now in three pieces, the links holding it together shattered.
This would make the fourth trip to the Hair Dresser in a month! "Jules!" She moaned. They didn't have the money to keep fixing these things! "How many times have I told you to not just drop your hair clips onto the floor to crawl around?!"
Jules peered up over her book, her seven-year-old eyes glinting too much like a demons as she pouted. "But they don't like being cooped up in a box or my hair all day, Cinder! They want to play!"
Cinder rolled her eyes. "I don't think they want to be stepped on either, Jules." She replied with exasperation as she picked up the mini broken Canic. It wasn't like the Canics could actually think. They just did what they were created to do. Like hold Jules' hair out of her eyes.
-Inspiration from helping a friend figure out steampunk elements in their own story.
This would make the fourth trip to the Hair Dresser in a month! "Jules!" She moaned. They didn't have the money to keep fixing these things! "How many times have I told you to not just drop your hair clips onto the floor to crawl around?!"
Jules peered up over her book, her seven-year-old eyes glinting too much like a demons as she pouted. "But they don't like being cooped up in a box or my hair all day, Cinder! They want to play!"
Cinder rolled her eyes. "I don't think they want to be stepped on either, Jules." She replied with exasperation as she picked up the mini broken Canic. It wasn't like the Canics could actually think. They just did what they were created to do. Like hold Jules' hair out of her eyes.
-Inspiration from helping a friend figure out steampunk elements in their own story.
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Tired Mostly
Had a slight headache develop.
Most likely from not enough sleep.
And the fact that the earpiece to my work's walkie-talkies was being rather irritating. Putting too much uncomfortable pressure on my ear which in turn tensed up my neck and shoulders.
Thankfully, a quick nap, some Excedrin and a heat pack when I got home made it go away.
Most likely from not enough sleep.
And the fact that the earpiece to my work's walkie-talkies was being rather irritating. Putting too much uncomfortable pressure on my ear which in turn tensed up my neck and shoulders.
Thankfully, a quick nap, some Excedrin and a heat pack when I got home made it go away.
Monday, October 9, 2017
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Saturday, October 7, 2017
A Break Down
It was too hard. I couldn't. I couldn't. My knees betrayed me sending me sinking to the ground in the middle of the aisle. Tears streamed down my cheeks as a trembled there, my head bowed to at least have my hair cover my face so no one could see me breaking down in a public place. This was pathetic. Just because I couldn't get the gadget to work didn't mean I needed to be bawling like this! But I was bawling! Over a stupid electronic that I couldn't get to work! It was the straw that broke the camel's back on the most horrible day ever. I couldn't do this. I couldn't do this!
I jumped, letting out an embarrassing tear clogged shriek as someone placed a jacket around my shoulders.
"Hey, hey." A soothing voice said, and I glanced through my hair to a rather attractive young man kneeling down next to me. I could feel my face heating up. Great. Great. I look like a mess and NOW someone cute wants to look at me? I shied away from his touch. But he didn't budge. "Are you doing alright miss?"
I nodded. "F-f-ine." I blubbered and winced.
He snorted. "Mmmm here. Let's get you to a quiet place alright? A chair to sit in and you can tell me what's going on alright?" He offered his hand to me, and shakily I took it. Somewhere away from people would be better than causing a scene here.
-Inspiration from an incident at work.
I jumped, letting out an embarrassing tear clogged shriek as someone placed a jacket around my shoulders.
"Hey, hey." A soothing voice said, and I glanced through my hair to a rather attractive young man kneeling down next to me. I could feel my face heating up. Great. Great. I look like a mess and NOW someone cute wants to look at me? I shied away from his touch. But he didn't budge. "Are you doing alright miss?"
I nodded. "F-f-ine." I blubbered and winced.
He snorted. "Mmmm here. Let's get you to a quiet place alright? A chair to sit in and you can tell me what's going on alright?" He offered his hand to me, and shakily I took it. Somewhere away from people would be better than causing a scene here.
-Inspiration from an incident at work.
Friday, October 6, 2017
Sudden Death
The crown tumbled from cooling fingers and he stumbled back a step, hand covering his mouth as he dry heaved. The King, the king...had just been poisoned right in front of him!
He turned, desperately looking for an exit.
This. This wasn't good.
He couldn't be seen here, now, not when it was known that he and the King were not on good terms. Why had he even agreed to this midnight meeting?! He should have seen it was a trap and now...now he was going to be the first suspect. The first one. He could already feel the rope tightening around his neck. "I didn't want this." he mumbled desperately. "I didn't want this!"
-Inspiration from watching Miss Congeniality, the part where the crown blows up.
He turned, desperately looking for an exit.
This. This wasn't good.
He couldn't be seen here, now, not when it was known that he and the King were not on good terms. Why had he even agreed to this midnight meeting?! He should have seen it was a trap and now...now he was going to be the first suspect. The first one. He could already feel the rope tightening around his neck. "I didn't want this." he mumbled desperately. "I didn't want this!"
-Inspiration from watching Miss Congeniality, the part where the crown blows up.
Thursday, October 5, 2017
Brain: Wanna try something new?
Me: New?
Brain: With writing?
Me: ...what would be new with writing?
Brain: Well hear me out. But what if we write a story...based off a song! Like the characters say the words of the song in the story!!
Me: So like a Song!Fic?
Brain: Ya--wait that's already a thing?
Me: Mhmmm
Brain: COOL! LETS DO IT!! *starts humming*
Me: New?
Brain: With writing?
Me: ...what would be new with writing?
Brain: Well hear me out. But what if we write a story...based off a song! Like the characters say the words of the song in the story!!
Me: So like a Song!Fic?
Brain: Ya--wait that's already a thing?
Me: Mhmmm
Brain: COOL! LETS DO IT!! *starts humming*
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
A Moment to Vent
She was suddenly there, sitting on the bench next to me holding out a soda. "Drink?" She asked me.
I jumped, jerking my head out of my hands to stare at her in askance. "Huh?" Was my brilliant response.
She smiled and lifted the can. "Drink?" She asked. "The machine gave me two. Thought you looked like you could use one."
I stared at her. "That's...why? Uh. Sure."
"Great!" She pressed the can into my hand and sat back, relaxing against the bench, popping open her own can of soda.
I held the can in my hands, before cautiously opening it, and taking a sip.
I hadn't realized how parched my throat had become until that sip, and I found myself struggling to not chug it all in one huge gulp.
It took me two gulps instead, and I flushed at her quiet laughter as I lowered the can, crumpling it in my hand. "Thirsty?" She asked.
I ducked my head. "Uh...yah."
"Here." She held out her can. "I haven't drunk from it yet. Looks like you need it more."
I could feel my face getting redder and I looked down. "Uh, no...no. you drink it. I'm good."
"Alright." She sat back, taking a sip. "So, what's got you so stressed?"
I blinked owlishly at her. "Huh?" Was once again my brilliant response.
"What's got you so stressed?" She repeated peering at me over the top of her can. She shrugged. "You look like you're running on three hours of sleep this week."
I gaped at her and flushed. "It's nothing." I looked away.
"Doesn't seem like nothing, maybe I can help? I'm a good listener."
"You wouldn't want to hear it."
"Try me."
I turned back to her at the challenge in her voice, the sharpness of her eyes on me. I rubbed my cheek and exhaled. "Well...it's this thing...." I began.
-Inspiration from just thinking about helping others.
I jumped, jerking my head out of my hands to stare at her in askance. "Huh?" Was my brilliant response.
She smiled and lifted the can. "Drink?" She asked. "The machine gave me two. Thought you looked like you could use one."
I stared at her. "That's...why? Uh. Sure."
"Great!" She pressed the can into my hand and sat back, relaxing against the bench, popping open her own can of soda.
I held the can in my hands, before cautiously opening it, and taking a sip.
I hadn't realized how parched my throat had become until that sip, and I found myself struggling to not chug it all in one huge gulp.
It took me two gulps instead, and I flushed at her quiet laughter as I lowered the can, crumpling it in my hand. "Thirsty?" She asked.
I ducked my head. "Uh...yah."
"Here." She held out her can. "I haven't drunk from it yet. Looks like you need it more."
I could feel my face getting redder and I looked down. "Uh, no...no. you drink it. I'm good."
"Alright." She sat back, taking a sip. "So, what's got you so stressed?"
I blinked owlishly at her. "Huh?" Was once again my brilliant response.
"What's got you so stressed?" She repeated peering at me over the top of her can. She shrugged. "You look like you're running on three hours of sleep this week."
I gaped at her and flushed. "It's nothing." I looked away.
"Doesn't seem like nothing, maybe I can help? I'm a good listener."
"You wouldn't want to hear it."
"Try me."
I turned back to her at the challenge in her voice, the sharpness of her eyes on me. I rubbed my cheek and exhaled. "Well...it's this thing...." I began.
-Inspiration from just thinking about helping others.
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
Stop Stressing Self
Ended up with a slight tension headache today, from stressing, from that earpiece at work, from probably not enough sleep. *shakes heads*
Thank fully a distraction and some meds and heat has helped it go away.
Thank fully a distraction and some meds and heat has helped it go away.
Monday, October 2, 2017
On the Ear
I don't like having things on/in my ears.
Why?
Because the pressure on them usually makes them hurt, tenses me up, and gives me a headache.
Today at work we were given a new walkie-talkie system to be able to communicate with our coworkers via microphones/earpieces instead of having to rely on the intercom system.
Which is great!
Except the ear piece totally was uncomfortable to wear. to the point where it was making my ear ache, and yes tensing me up.
Thankfully I caught it quickly enough that I was able to prevent a full headache from happening. :)
Why?
Because the pressure on them usually makes them hurt, tenses me up, and gives me a headache.
Today at work we were given a new walkie-talkie system to be able to communicate with our coworkers via microphones/earpieces instead of having to rely on the intercom system.
Which is great!
Except the ear piece totally was uncomfortable to wear. to the point where it was making my ear ache, and yes tensing me up.
Thankfully I caught it quickly enough that I was able to prevent a full headache from happening. :)
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