The Wall #8

Today's Saturday Centus  was writtern from a picture prompt rather than words...the word limit...100!  Keeping on with the The Wall...the story goes...

After dinner, I decided to take a walk, careful to keep to the main street, among the crowd. But I felt uneasy and returned to my room. The humid air hung about the window long after the light had faded.


Despite the events of the day, I fell quickly asleep. My dreams started out peacefully reminiscing family times before Grandfather's passing. One, in particular, was of a mid-summer vacation to New Mexico to visit a writer friend of his. It was so hot, you could fry an egg on the pavement! It was my first time to swim in a pool...

Pondering My Meanderings,
Wanderer

Sometimes I feel listless...sort of disconnected.  Sometimes I wonder what's to become of me.  There are hurtles in my life that I just cannot seem to overcome.  Sometimes it makes me strong and sometimes it brings me to my knees.  But I have to keep moving forward.

Not to say that those hurtles are the most important things in my life, just that they are sort of nagging.  Just hanging on and will probably never change because they are things that effect me but are out of my control.  My goal is to focus on the here and now, for the most part.  I'd like to say that I never fail to spend time in the Word or that I pray about every action I take in advance but it wouldn't be true.  There's so much I'd like to do but it seems like there's a low riding cloud cover that muffles my attempts. 

Maybe I care too much about what other people think.  Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's a big part of it.  Not that I always change my direction because of what they think...and that's where I've always gotten myself into trouble.  My problem is that I have ideas of my own and things I'm interested in.  Is that wrong?  I never thought so until the trouble started.  But enough of that. 

I have to learn the lingo, talk the talk and make an effort to appear to be in control.  If all looks good from the outside, folks will think I'm doing fine.  If I can't convince myself, maybe I can fool other people.  And there, in a nutshell, is the real problem.

Pondering My Meanderings,
Wanderer

The Wall #7

Striving to continue the saga of The Wall based on the ever intriguing story prompts and ever dwindling word allowances of Jenny over at Saturday Centus.  Here we go...

~But I have to try.

We need to know the truth.

Before I die, I want to restore my grandfather's honor.~

 

 

Did I mention how much I love the theater?

Pondering My Meanderings,

Wanderer

The Wall #6

Week 6 in my ongoing saga of The Wall based on storyline prompts from Jenny and friends.  Join the linky and see what others are writing by clicking on the Saturday Centus button.  Here we go with a prompt and a 25 word limit for this week's entry...

As I sat there crying, out of frustration, confusion and fear, I realized that I'm not getting any younger... an adventure like this might be more than I can handle...


Since it's a little tedious to go back to each individual post if you want to read the story from the beginning, I've put all the posts together on The Wall page. Just click the tab above.

Pondering My Meanderings,

Wanderer

The Wall #5

When I opened my eyes, the room was dark. I must have been out for several hours. Looking around I could see that my room had been ransacked! My head was buzzing and my hair felt sticky with blood. As I staggered to the mirror, I saw a small paper propped against the glass...and the sign read...”We have the key. Wait here until you hear from us.”

How did they know I'd found it...I hadn't told anyone, not even John. What did they want with it? I didn't know what to do next. Tears came hot and fast as I sunk to my knees.



Pondering My Meanderings,
Wanderer

The Wall #4

~Pondering the letter, I wondered how much I should say about the key. Maybe it was just my memory playing tricks on me. There was a quick knock at the door. Feeling a bit nervous about my find, I didn't want company just now. After some fumbling with the lock, the door opened and a foppishly dressed, middle aged fellow I'd seen in the lobby breezed past me and moved quickly across the room.

“Oh, say, can you see the mountains from your window?”, he blurted, looking surprised to find me there. “My room has a terrible view.”
Just then, everything went black... ~


Writing from the prompts of Jenny and friends @ Saturday Centus.

Since this is an ongoing story, I've been feeling terribly convicted about the controversy over splitting the prompt.  I've gone back and moved a few things around to remove the problem.  Corrections have been applied to The Wall page.  Here's the original sentence that's provoked some of the comments below: ~ "Oh, say," he blurted, looking surprised to find me there, "can you see the mountains from your window?  My room has a terrible view."~

Pondering My Meanderings,

Wanderer