Master’s decided that a good way to get me back into fiction is to pick a picture from one of our galleries, and tell me to write about it. This is our first attempt at this writing assignment.
I’d was tempted to cop out with this one and do a kink piece. But I’ve been saying for a while that I need to get out of my comfort zone, so here’s me trying to do that. Be gentle. It’s been a while.
Julia looked out over the battlefields, staring out into forever. She heard her mother calling her, but couldn’t tear her eyes away. All those bodies. All those faces. Where were they coming from? There hadn’t been a war here in over two hundred years, and yet here were thousands of twisted, blood covered faces crying out for help.
“Julia, what on Earth are you doing?”
“Huh?” Julia blinked at her mother and almost toppled backwards. She didn’t hear her walk up beside her.
She flicked her eyes back to the field. The massacre that she saw before was gone. Winked out of existence as if it never was. But something told Julia that what she saw was exactly as it was before.
“I was watching the battle. Did you see it?”
“I saw it. You’re going to have to be a little less open about what you see, child. Your father doesn’t like it. It makes him uncomfortable.”
Julia shook her head as if to clear it, then glared at her mom. “I’ll do no such thing. If he doesn’t like our gift, that’s his problem. I think it’s pretty cool. Are we leaving? I’d like to go lay in the grass down there.” Read more…