Post 1

Alrighty! So here is post number one after spring break!
I woke up this morning to the soothing sound of rain dripping on the roof, and then got up and went to breakfast with my cousin. Yesterday's weather was absolutely gorgeous! I wore short sleeves, and I wasn't cold! It was so awesome. I got a nap in-which is nice because I worked 30 hours last week, and I really needed it.
I got absolutely nothing done writing-wise over spring break, so I made a point of writing for awhile this morning. I wrote Sarah Seleky's prompt. You guys should all check her out. She really stimulates the brain.

Today’s Prompt: Write a scene that goes backwards in time. Start at the end, and finish at the start.

As the tears dripped from her eyes, falling like snowflakes on the cold face of her dying friend, Isabel knew two things: first, this was not supposed to have happened. Second, she would have revenge.

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When Isabel fell to the ground, gasping for breath in this new world, she smiled. Looking around, she found herself in a completely different time than 3162. She glanced over at Marcol who was grinning up at the sky like a newborn. He threw his arms around her and lifted her up, spinning her around.

“We did it!” He bellowed, laughing excitedly. Isabel joined him in his glee and together they ran down the hill they had appeared on.

A stone appeared in front of Isabel’s toe, tripping her down. She squealed and Marcol launched himself after her. They both rolled down the hill, giggling like children. When they reached the bottom, Isabel looked over at him, a smile touching her eyes. His own were closed, and a radiant smile still decked his face.

She reached over, pressing a hand to his tanned cheek. “We did it,” she whispered, “We did it.”

When his smile grew no larger, and his voice did not echo in her own ears, Isabel said his name.

“Marcol?” No answer. “Marcol? Come on, this isn’t funny.” Her smile fading, she touched his inner wrist with her thumb, pressing hard, searching for a pulse. Dimly receding, it knocked back into her skin.

Isabel lifted his head up onto her lap. She yelled his name over and over, and when he finally opened his eyes, he smiled, lifted his hand to her face, and closed his eyes again. She glanced down his form, and found a hole, blooming with his hot blood. She could hardly feel the warmth seeping into her clothes as he gave his last breath in this new world.

“Don’t leave me...” she pleaded.

And as the tears dripped from her eyes, falling like snowflakes on the cold face of her dying friend, Isabel knew two things: first, this was not supposed to have happened. Second, she would have revenge.

So there you have it. My prompt for today. If any of you guys decide to write that prompt from today, I would love love love to read what you have. Thanks so much for reading. :)
I wrote quite a bit of poetry last week, so check me out on hellopoetry,com. My name is Marisa Lu Makil, and I would love love to read any of your poetry if you already have an account. :) Thanks again for reading! I love every one of you guys!
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I wish you every blessing this week!

He who testifies to these things says, "Yes, I am coming soon." Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.
-Revelation 22: 20

Sniper Part 1

Hey, everyone. Sorry for the delay in posting the story. I haven't gotten as much done as I had hoped. Haha.

I had a good weekend, lots of stuff to do, and another full weekend coming up. I am loving the beautiful weather conditions; yesterday was absolutely gorgeous, in the seventies, and sunny.
So I have only about a page and a half of the story, but I thought I would post it anyways. You guys deserve it for being so patient. :) If you guys have ideas about where it should go, please email me or comment. I am open to suggestions. :)

Sniper

The violin wailed pleasantly in Annabelle Lochton’s ear as she toned herself to the music, slowly adding in her own part, a crescendo, and a new tune, dancing playfully with the other instruments. They created a beautiful melody, but she could hear none of it. There may have been other people on the stage, but in her mind, with her eyes shut tight, there was only her. She paused, slowly dying out, and then moments later coming back in. A harp joined the song, and she smiled to herself.

This was perfection.

A shot rang next to her, and a searing pain roared up her shoulder. Another pierced her back, and her lips opened in a silent scream. She did not make a sound as she fell to the floor, and the last thing she saw was her mahogany violin falling to the wooden stage, blood splattered on the front, and the strings humming a sad note.

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Black.

Black around her

Black underneath her

But then there was red. She remembered the red. Blood.

She fell again back into sleep’s deep embrace.

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When Annabelle woke, she found that the rigid blacks had faded to not-pleasant browns and greens. She sat up swiftly, crying out as searing pain shot up her arm and into her head. Panic took her over. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed on which she lay and slid off the side, nearly falling before a tanned hand pressed her gently back into the blanket.. She struggled against him, increasing the pain in her shoulder, but subdued when the pain came to be too much. The momentum of her surrender sent her falling back onto the cushions, and releasing another burst of pain into her spine.

“Sorry.” the man muttered. He began to walk around the room, gathering things; a bottle here, a rag there, and finally coming to rest at her bedside. He lowered the shoulder of her shirt, exposing her skin to the unknown man. Her first instinct was to bat away his hands, but when he put a needle into her arm, she felt weak and sunk lower into her bed. The dim light allowed her little vision of her captor. She watched silently as he peeled back her shirt, and dabbed a cloth at the accumulating blood. She gritted her teeth. The rag came away red. The man finished his work and bandaged her shoulder well, tightly, but not too tightly.

“Rest.” he said, quietly, “You have been shot.”

No?! she thought to herself. I’ve been shot?!

She closed her eyes and did her best to rest, but found that sleeping in a place where you do not know is more than slightly unnerving, and found little rest in the burrow. She looked around as she was unable to move much. She finally found a digital clock and found the time to be around 3 AM just before she fell asleep.

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Thanks so much for reading. I already have a back story for most of the people, but again, if you have any ideas about where it should go, or anything that you think would make it more interesting, please let me know.

Thanks again. :)

Have a blessed week. Lord-willing, I will post again soon,

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