Serenity’s Moment

She walked barefoot through the beautiful picturesque forest. The trees were higher than she could see if she strained her neck upward, but she did not. The rough bark against her palm as enough of a reminder that some things were just too big to understand. Serenity slipped around a large trunk, the white and stained bark standing out to her. She made it to the other side and stopped on her path, staring down at the base of the tree.

The roots ran wildly. A smile quirked onto Serenity’s lips as her eyes traced the twisted lines the roots took, spreading out into the forest to intermingle with others, drinking of new life from the deep moist soil underneath her bare feet. Bending down, she ran her finger along a raised root, memorizing the feel of it against her fingers and the shape it took against her skin.

She tried to shuffle forward but slipped and landed hard on her knee. The oof of air rushed from her lungs, lighting up the air around her. As soon as she was on her bottom, Serenity did it again. She held the air in her lungs for a count of five and the huffed it out, watching as the fog quickly dissipated. The air became chill in seconds, and she shuddered, wrapping her arms around her body and rubbing up and down.

Leaning back against the tree truck and staring up into the gray sky, she saw the first flake tumble around the golden and burnt leaves and float toward the ground. Her gaze traced the path it blazed, keeping the small feathery flake in her sights. Serenity reached out, one finger pointed as the snowflake landed.

She turned her hand toward her and stared as it took a moment to melt, disappearing into the darkness of her skin. She pushed back her hair and leaned farther against the tree, pulling up her knees to her chest and watching as more and more snowflakes cascaded down.

Not knowing how long had passed, Serenity looked around and discovered the once brown soil of the forest was covered in white powder. She pushed herself up and started to wander around again, feeling the cold bark against her fingers and the snow melting against her naked toes as she took each step.

She made it back to the first tree she’d touched and tested with the feel of her hands. Trying once more, Serenity stood close to the trunk and ran her fingers along the dense and freezing bark. She memorized the feel before she pushed back and took a step. Her foot caught in a root, and she plummeted to the ground, landing on her head.

Serenity shook her head, blinking her eyes in attempt to clear the pain and fog as she stared at her computer screen. The buzz and busyness of the office swirled around her cubicle dissipating her illusion. Sighing, she started typing, letter after letter appeared on the screen.

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This was written for the 28th Creative Buzz Hop! Thank you so much to Tamara and Michelle for hosting this amazing hop each week. If you’d like to join in, the topic for this week is “Serenity.” Of course, you can always do a free creative write and post it as well. As soon as you post your blog, head on over to either Tamara’s or Michelle’s blogs to link it up with every one else’s.

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Gman Mondays 6/17

My writing group on Monday’s that I run has decided to have writing prompts for the weeks that we meet (NaNo months excluded, so that means July will be excluded). We met for the first time on June 17th with our writing prompts in hand, and I have to say it was one of the best experiences ever. The point of the writing prompts is to keep them limited and to inspire. One such person was inspired to write a short story from the prompt.

I will share my prompts here: note that they will all be unedited, un-critiqued and so on and so forth. But I want to share them with you! They’re fabulously fun.

If you want to join in, take the prompt, write something on it and add the link in the comments part of whichever prompt you choose to write on. I’ll edit this document with links to your writings. The point is to have fun and to grow! So here we go.

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PROMPT: 500 words on “Under the Sea” or “Merfolk”

The water above him was clear and dark; the night sky casting shadows through the liquid floating around his slick body. He glided along just underneath the surface and opened his eyes, staring at the stars as they flew past with his speed. Flapping his tail, he moved faster to the other side of the large lake. Jameson hadn’t known why he wanted to take the stroll that night, but it had felt pleasing to move toward the surface of the water and stare at the world just on the other side.

There was so much to it that he couldn’t see. He took a deep breath, the water filling his lungs before leaving quickly in a sigh. He licked his lips and folded his body in half before barreling toward the floor of the lake. Jameson dodged two trout swimming in the opposite direction as he was, barely missing them as he avoided their immeasurable size.

He took another quick breath and went further into the water, deeper into the lake that was his home. The rock at the bottom that harbored his entire race was in sight, and he maintained his pace, having no reason to get there any faster. Jameson slid under the side and found his best friend waiting for him with a grim smile on his face.

“Thought you weren’t coming back this time.”

Jameson shrugged and moved to the lump of mud that was his residence. His friend followed and plopped down on the hill of dirt, resting back.

“Thought you might stay out until it was light.”

“You know I can’t. It’s instant death.” Jameson risked a glance at his friend before taking a school of the soggy mud into his hand and sliding it between his lips, sucking the nutrients from it before spitting out the excess minerals.

Maybe he should go out into the light. Jameson bit his lip and stared at the entrance of their community that he could just see the corner of from where he sat. With no more conversation going on, his friend left without another word, going on his way. Pulling up another scoop of mud, Jameson sucked on it before he made his final decision. He wanted to see the light.

Swimming back to the entrance of their community, he moved his tail up and down to propel him forward. The light should come soon—their community had to be home before it started to break the surface and reach them.

His breath came in short rasps as he swam hard toward the surface of the clear water. Risking a glance down, Jameson could still see the rock that they all hid under. Cowards. The word ricocheted around his head as he swam under a fish blocking his path. He would breach the surface.

He got there just as light started to shine through. Looking down at his hand, the dark skin started to glimmer and shine, sparkling in the faint light as it hit him. Jameson furrowed his brow as cold took over and froze him until he felt nothing more.