31 Day Writing Challenge #2: Day 15 - 'A Priest Walks Into...'

Father Adrian Fallon walked into the great hall, his confusion evident as he took in the grand ceiling, as well as the scorch marks that scarred the floor and bottom four feet of the walls and columns. This wasn't right. This wasn't where he was meant to go.

"Thought you'd end up somewhere else?" Father Fallon's gaze followed the voice to a raised altar and a tall, lean man draped across a large throne. An entertained smirk played on the man's lips.

"Who are you?" The priest demanded, feigning confidence. The man's smirk widened.

"Oh, I think you know exactly who I am. You just don't want to admit it because of what it would means."

"But I'm a priest. I have served the Lord for decades. I do not belong here."

"Yes, You do. You belong here. Well, not here exactly, we have a place reserved for people like you."

"I do not belong here. I have earned my rightful place." 

"You earned your placed HERE." The man's smirk disappeared and made way for an angry scowl. He had stood up from the throne and was bearing down on the priest. "Every penny you took from collection; every choir boy you touched; every trust you violated, earned you your fate. You paved your way here."

"I repented for my sins, I was forgiven."

"No. You weren't. Not by Him and definitely not by me. You think because a book written by mortals says it'll work, that it will?"

"On Earth as it is in Heaven." Father Fallon countered.

"Nope. Wrong again. No mortal, not even the clergy, decides what God does. And the Lord does not play by your rules. Now you, you committed heinous sins agains the Lord's children and have been judged on them. We both know how Father loves his children."

"He wouldn't abandon me."

The man chuckled.

"He hasn't abandoned you, he has sent you to me to be taken care of. I'll see you're treated exactly as you deserve." A devilish glint danced in his eye. "And you should know, I take special care of those who harm kids. It's a particular thing I despise."

"But you are the Devil, You are pure evil."

"I'm an angel. Fallen, but still an angel. And, I am not evil, just exceptional at punishing it."

With those words, the flames engulfed the room and Father Adrian Fallon was sent to Hell. 

31 Day Writing Challenge #2: Day 14 - 'He Clenched His Fist...'

He clenched his fist, frustrated, he started pacing but after five seconds, he banged the side of fingers and his forearms against the window and just leaned there, helpless.

He knew he'd lost control; the window was freezing over; the once warm air was now decidedly chilly. The cold air surrounded him. He didn't care, he didn't rein in his power. Then he saw her shiver in her sleep. Through the rapidly freezing window, he saw her stir and wake up. Then she was gone, the frost so thick that the window was useless. T.J. was about to draw the cold back when he was handprints appear from the other side of the glass. Then they were gone, replaced moments later by imprints made by someone leaning their back against the window. Even her arms were pushed against the cold. It was like she needed as much skin to feel the frost as possible. That wasn't like her. Amber didn't over-heat. Ever. Her power meant she couldn't.

They had always been a couple of contradictions: both individually and together. Amber's power was heat; his was cold. Their personalities opposed each other and their own powers. Amber was level-headed and calm. Cool and collected. T.J. was the hot-head, the fiery one with hands of ice. But they worked, you couldn't have one without the other. Cold and hot, T.J. and Amber. It just made sense.

But then Amber had announced she was taking part in a medical trial to suppress her power. She wouldn't be able to use it - even if she lost control. She'd been in the clinic for weeks and was getting sicker by the day. The coughing and nightly nose-bleeds came first. She could deal with them, had been able to go on with daily life. Then her body temperature went haywire. She was always an ice-block or an inferno. It made sense, her power and body temperature were directly linked. Her power caused her to always be warmer than everyone else and automatically regulated her body so that intense heat or cold didn't get to her. But now, even heat bothered her. That wasn't right.

Well, if his girl needed cooled down, that was easy done. T.J. directed his power towards Amber, swirling the cold around her. He saw her body relax in relief and heard her giggle.

He'd missed that sound. He hadn't heard it in so long, not since before they had stopped letting him into her room.

31 Day Writing Challenge #2: Day 13 - 'Dear Anna'

Dear Anna,

You have it all now. Everything you wanted. Every single thing you coveted of mine, you now have. You are married to my handsome, charming husband; you are living in my dream house with the big bedrooms and cozy reading nooks; you are raising my three beautiful children and are living my idyllic life.

Is it everything you hoped for, dear Anna?

Or has the bubble burst, oh dear, sweet, Anna? You aren't the hot, forbidden girlfriend anymore, you are the every day wife. Do you spend more time tearing off his clothes or picking them up? Does he spend more time whispering sweet nothings in your ear or mumbling under his breath? Has he asked you to make his grandmother's cake? And then complained that it doesn't taste right? Are you sick of socks on the floor? Or are you too busy being ravished to care? Are my kids the little angels you always thought they'd be? Or have they turned out to be human, after all? Do they remind you a little too much of me? Is the fact you are just 'step-mum' a bigger deal than you thought? Have they let you in the way you hoped they would? Are you both equal parents or does he get the final say?

Have his views on how you dress changed? Has he told you how his wife should look? Has he made it clear who and how you should be? If he hasn't, he soon will. If you want a happy husband and a long marriage, bow to his every whim and swallow your pride (amongst other things). Don't do what I did, and stand up for yourself and on your own two feet. I was strong enough to fight for me, maybe you wont make the same mistake.

But tell me, dear Anna, are you happy now?

31 Day Writing Challenge #2: Day 12 - 'Scene After Scene'

Scene after scene lay scrunched up and scattered on the carpet. Paper balls of frustration surrounding a stooped embodiment of petulance.

All he had to do was his job. All he had to do was write a screen play, like he'd done so many times before. But this time was different. This time he was writing it for her...and for him. How could he write a romance knowing it would be acted out by his girlfriend and the man she used to fuck?

They'd asked for sex scenes and a few scenes of steamy build up. Simple as that. Like he wouldn't picture that asshole's hands all over her porcelain skin every time he put pen to paper. She's fallen for that dick on the first movie they'd worked on. That thought made him uneasy. This wasn't him: jealous, possessive and angry. This wasn't the person he was.

He trusted her. Of course he did. And he was a professional. He could do this. He would do this.

Behind him the door opened, there she stood, looking at him with such concern.

"I quit the movie."  

31 Day Writing Challenge #2: Day 11 - 'I Got This.'

"I got this." Damon's arrogance oozed off him as he slid the bill towards himself. The smug flaunting of his wealth infuriated Zoey.

"No, you don't. I'm paying for what I had." Zoey countered, pulling the bill back to the middle of the table. "If you 'get this', then tonight will have been a date. And I find you repulsive and would never date you." Zoey's stoney expression was met with a smirk from Damon.

"Not too repulsive to screw."

"Hate sex, though hot, does not necessitate or imply affection or lack of disgust." Zoey was getting matter-of-fact in tone, which Damon knew meant that tonight's 'hate sex' would be extra hate-filled. Damon slammed down money for the meal and a generous tip, he wasn't about to wait for change, and walked around the table to Zoey. Looking her dead in the eye, he leaned in close and growled.

"Move. Now." When Zoey went to push him away, he grabbed her wrist with one hand and used the other to hold her chin to keep her facing him.

"You can move now, or I will start what I'm planning right here,"

Zoey knew from experience that this threat was not hollow. Despite how she disliked him, she could not seem to resist him.

"Asshole." she fired, shoving him out of her way and flounced out of the restaurant, head high and not looking at him. He paused a few seconds then followed her out, his eyes fixed on her swaying hips and the round ass he planned to have his hands on before it was properly appropriate.

31 Day Writing Challenge #2: Day 10 - 'iTunes'

"Who's idea was it to let Justin Bieber and Kanye West buy iTunes?" Daria raged as she scrolled through endless streams of self-indulgence and self-promotion of the two self-important jackwangs who had removed all music not recorded by themselves or their friends. 

"Oh look, Justin must be feeling bitter about the break up again. No Selena Gomez available." Daria rolled her eyes at the pettiness.

"Did you notice Beyonce's gone too?" Elle asked, not looking up from her magazine. "Kim must be feeling disrespected again." Elle's tone illustrating how little compassion she had for the dramatic mole hills the celebrities were turning into mountains.

"Seriously? That's the third time this month." Daria shook her head disparaging.

"Eurgh." she groaned, "There's nothing I want to download. I'll just play from my library."

"Mmmmm..." Elle wasn't really listening, so gave a lack-lustre noise of agreement.

"For fuck sake! They've deleted all the country music off my phone! Oh and look! The dickheads have recorded another collab album, and here it is, magically downloaded onto my phone. What the hell do they have against country music? Oh yeah, Swiftie."

Taylor Swift had managed to severely piss off both iTunes owners (and West's demanding other half) and thus, an entire musical genre was eradicated from the world's largest download store.

31 Day Writing Challenge: Day 9 - 'Fall'

"Just let go. All you have to do is fall. Then it will all be over. The voices wont be able to hurt you anymore."

All she had to do was open her hands and fall. He could feel her resolve to hold on to the railings, and to life, weaken. How he loved toying with mortals, especially the truly innocent. He favoured the ones destined for Heaven, that he could make sure went to Hell. They'd live pure lives only for him to consume their minds to the point they choose to take their own lives. With one act, they'd condemn themselves.

She leaned forward into the black abyss, her armed stretched behind her. This was it. Another innocent choosing their eternal damnation.

"Just let go, Be free, From pain. From the voices. Let go. It will be like falling asleep."

Her grip began to loosen and the wind made her body sway. The rain pelted her, adding to her misery and hiding her tears.

He could feel her mind trying to fight against his influence, but her survival instinct was as weak as her hold on the bridge.

"There's nothing for you to stay for. There's no one who cares for you. Look around, you're all alone. You want to do this and no one wants to stop you. You don't have to do anything, just stop holding on. All you have to do is fall."

Suddenly, her left hand lost its grip and she jolted towards the inky depths below.

"Now. Fall now."

"No!" She yelled into the darkness as her brain fought back.

31 Day Writing Challenge #2: Day 8 - 'Sunshine.'

"You know she'll never forgive you for this." Myka said gravely, doubting that her brother had really thought things through. "Sacrificing her so that you can bask in the sunshine."

Reed rolled his eyes. "It's not like she'll be around to forgive me anyway."

"Isaac will be at the ceremony. She may have chosen you, but he will still always choose her. Do you really think he will let her die? Even if you get far enough to complete the ritual and turn human, he will just turn her. She'll be a vampire and you will be mortal. So you had better enjoy your time in the sun, brother, because it will not last long."

Doubt in his genius plan flashed in Reed's eyes. "He might not get there in time. The is no guarantee that the turning to work. You know that." He sneered at his sister, taking his fear out on her. Guilt and pain etched themselves on Myka's face at her brother's cruel reminder. "I'll make sure he is stood far and his view obscured."

"If she dies, it'll be worse for you." Reed looked at Myka skeptically. "Isaac is the oldest and most powerful of us all, in both ability and standing, do you really think he would just let you go if you killed her? He loves her. If she dies, he won't rein himself in. You wont survive long enough to see the sun or feel it on your skin." 

31 Day Writing Challenge #2: Day 7 - 'Traditional'

"I swear to God, if you say 'it is traditional' one more time, I will commit murder-suicide." Layla looked back and forth between her mother and the wedding planner, daring either to not heed her warning.

"Darling, we are talking about a wedding. Your wedding. I just want it to be perfect." Her mother tried to appease her,

"Then you should have let me marry Harvey!" Layla raged. Her mother's disapproval, both at the outburst and the mention of 'that boy', radiated from her. 

"Don't look at me like that, Mother. I am doing what you wanted. I left Harvey; I am marrying the man you forced upon me; at the venue you picked. But do not expect me to be happy about it, or care about any details of the God forsaken event. I promise that I will stand on that altar, and I will smile and say my vows in an Oscar worthy performance, every inch the happy, blushing bride. But I want no part in the planning, or the traditions. I am doing everything you asked, but, please Mother, please don't ask me to be excited about marrying someone I don't love and who wont make me happy, all while my heart hurts so badly that I can barely breath. Please, plan the wedding you want, Mother, you already chose the groom. Just leave me out of it."

No one saw the man standing in the doorway.

31 Day Writing Challenge #2: Day 6 - 'Whiteboard'

Everything you said to hurt me,

Every insult that you threw.

Said with such confidence,

It was as though you really knew, 

What the voices in me head

Yelled each and every day.

But you never knew your power,

Because the words I couldn't say.

So I write them on this whiteboard,

Along with your words of hate,

So that my pain can be released,

Before it gets to be too late.

For I know all that loathing,

Can only come from within.

That it isn't me that you despise,

But your demons that wont let you win.

So I will show you kindness,

Until you face your dark side.

For on the day you realise the pain that you've caused,

My forgiveness will embrace you with arms open wide.

And I will find a way to forgive,

For the end of all this hate, is the only way I will live.