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.

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. 

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* 

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.

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. 

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. :) 

Me: All the upliftment! The joy! The sunshine! *throws glitter everywhere*
*General Conference ends*
*lights flick off* *thunder crackles in the distance*
Writer Me: *typing* It was then he spotted her still form, lying on the cool dark pavement.