No Meaning For Being (Just) There

The Idea:

So, we went to Loveland Castle near Cincinnati, Ohio. I looked at this 'bench' made of wood, and thought, 'Man...it will look so good in picture'. So I took it, and it indeed look good! Then, I just did a free writing based on the picture. Quite messy with no meaning, but I think it's an okay.

The Story:

Once, it was just a piece of wood. He shaped it and put it in his castle. And we were there when he said, "Please, sit here. And hear me out."

Once, it was not the only thing there. But he lost them, one-by-one. And we were there...said nothing.

Once, it cried to us, begged us to stop him. But he had made up his mind! Yes, we were there, and we saw everything turned to nothing.

Once......NO! Should stop the past from creeping up the healthy mind.

As the present...now...at the time...once again, we are just being there with him. No words. No thoughts. And the lonely piece of wood in front of the castle says it all.

Coin On a Card

The Idea:

Somehow, I wanted to put a coin on a card. Just like the picture. I didn't know why. The item looked cool in my head, not so much as a photo. It was hard to create the story either. It took more time than what I thought it would be. Not so bad though!

The Story:

Once again, she put a coin on a card. I knew what it meant. And I hated it. I looked at it for as long as I needed to. But it wouldn't change the fact. 

I could hear her breathing in her sleep in the next room; but I didn't want to go there. Not even a slightest. 

I looked around. I believed there was a TV in this room at some point. And there was a radio about a year ago. For sure, I still remembered Kippy the dog would sit beside me, asking for his food at this hour....but he was not here; she gave him away last week. 

Again, I looked around. And it was just space. Nothing was

Plastic Bottle

The Idea:

Well, the idea was creating series of stories that begins with 'When I...'. And the item that somehow inspired me at the moment was a plastic bottle. Through some struggle, I was able to take a selfie of me opening the plastic bottle.
Why the struggle? Because I want both my hand showed in the picture; if my both hand in the picture, how could I clicked the camera? So....with a little thinking and 'magic' I took it. lol. Anyway, the story itself turned out quite good, I even think about made it as the basic of a novel, hm....

The Story:

When I opened the plastic bottle, it always brought me back to that night. The night when I first opened it; when that creature came to me. Stared at me. I froze up. It got closer. My heart was pounding, but with a blank mind, I stayed. I recognized the creature from a folk tale. A wish granter. "Live forever?" I heard it in my mind. I nodded. I should have not. No. I would not if I

knew that live forever means repeat the same day over and over again. How many times have I opened this bottle? Hundreds? Thousands? No, it's much more than that. Then, how good is live forever when we stuck in a loop?

Empty Break Room

The Idea:
If I got so bored with my pod, I went to the Break Room for my lunch. The reason I like about this room is the fact that it is usually empty....and the vending machine!
Lately, it's not empty. I guess it's because winter, people choose to eat in than walking out.
So, I was lucky one day....the Break Room was empty! Yay!
I ate my lunch, and when I finished, I took out my phone, took a picture and suddenly felt the rush to write a story about the Empty Break Room!

The Story:

Nothing is worst than walking to an empty break room and feel being watched. That is what I feel every time I take my lunch at the break room on the 4th floor. Not the 2nd or even the 10th. On those both room, I only feel the silence, not the staring eyes.

I sit down at the corner like I always do. The buzzing sound from the vending machine accompany on every bite I take. But still, I feel being watched. All seats are empty, then why? Why I feel this way?