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Writing Challenge Day 3

Published September 15, 2014 by M. Natalia Arocho


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Same Coin

Its like looking at two sides of the same coin. Different yet, they are both a part of what make up the same coin. Either side looks different but they both as made up of the same material and have the same ridges on the side.

One has dark brown hair, the other has hair that is bleach blonde.

Her skin is pale and white like porcelain and the others is the color of caramel.

One girl’s eyes is a deep dark brown while next to her, clear blue eyes stare at the camera lens.

She is tall and athletic, lean, while the other is short and slightly curvier.

They couldn’t look more different and yet, if you didn’t know better, in looking at their minds they are both one and the same. The way they move is in sync. When one moves one way, it’s as if a magnet pulled the other the same way. Ones thought becomes the others next sentence and when one is at a loss for words, the other knows just what to say to fill in the blanks. Of course, no two people are exactly alike and neither are these two ladies. But friendship knows or sees any differences. No matter the disagreements, the difference of opinion, they both are in agreement to disagree and agree on everything else entirely. To be best friends, is to be one side of the same coin. No matter what, they have each other’s back.


Writing Challenge Day 2

Published September 14, 2014 by M. Natalia Arocho

Every spent some time in a graveyard? Even in a virtual one? So many people; some with stories, some without. The challenge for Day 2 was to write about that grave that catches your eye. Here is my take on grave with not so much of a story.

Welcome Home Solider

In my line of work, there was always the fear that I would die in the line of fire. Being a soldier, part of your responsibility is to put your life on the line for your country. The only line that my wife ever had to worry about was her fishing line. That’s how we first meet and feel in love.

For me it was a much more of a literal fall. Instead of just falling into her blue eyes, I fell into the lake trying to impress her with my big catch that more or less caught me and pulled me into the water after it. She helped me out of the water though not until after she had a good laugh at my expense.

Her laugh, it just filled the entire space around everyone who was close enough to hear. It was a laugh that made you want to laugh right along with her, it was so contagious. Nothing, not even a bad day at work or crummy weather could stop you from laughing with her and lifting your mood. That laugh is one thing about her that I stored away in my memory whenever I was away.

All those memories of her was what got me through the grueling days of training new cadets and patrolling. The memories of hiking up the mountain to our favorite campsite, the sense of a great team that we made setting up the camp, holding her hand as we gaze up at the night sky. The memories that she’s told me that have gotten her through the weeks when I am away.

No matter that it was a job that I loved and that I felt was important, I was always glad to pull up to my drive way and be home because what was important to me was the person that opened the door to welcome me home. The one that gave birth to out two angels that each had their moment to keep mommy and daddy up all night. The one that made going to work not so bad because it meant working toward providing anything and everything that she could ask for, even if they were just new fishing rods.

My line of work is nothing compared to being the lone general at my house, corralling the little soldiers together to take them to school, attend every ballet recital and baseball game to then strategize the best sleeping arrangement of sleepovers. But my general made doing all that work and attending truck driving school look effortless.

Coming home after going overseas for a while, it never felt like I was missing anything with her constant updates as to what was going on at home, her recordings of the kids games and recitals, school plays and making it seems as if I was there the entire time for it. The last time I went overseas, I was ecstatic over the news that I was being promoted and given a job much closer to home. More fishing and camping trips with my family, actually being there to hear the crack of the bat as my son runs to first or clap for my daughter as she makes her bow in her pretty pink tutu. I didn’t think that a week before I was to go home I would be planning for the one thing that I wasn’t ready for.

She had been fishing when a speed that had gone out of control crashed into hers. She hadn’t seen it coming and neither had I. The lifeguard and police said that there was no way she would have gotten out the way on time, neither could they do anything to save her. I never thought that I would be the soldier coming home to find someone telling me the news that my wife had passed away. I never thought I would be the lone general in my house, getting them ready for their mother’s funeral. I never thought to now be the only one left in a graveyard, watching as the stars come out and feeling my hand, empty, and gazing up at the blurry star filled sky.

Writing Challenge Day 1

Published September 13, 2014 by M. Natalia Arocho

I was looking for way to improve my writing, something that would help generate ideas when I came across this writing challenge from a Facebook page link that I found on a blog post. So I have decided that this is one way to start and will be begin with day ones challenge of taking a strange dream that I have to write a story that makes sense of it.

Grey Eyes

A loud thud sounded as the ball got kicked into play. I can feed all the adrenaline that I had pumping, my hear that was pounding, my blood that was just rushing so loudly in my veins that I could hear it in my ears, it all seemed to calm down as my instincts and brain took over. The ball was at my feet and I knew I had to focus in on what was going on around me to figure out how to get the ball to the opposing team’s side and off of our side. A few calm dribbles forward to draw a defender up to me, I looked around for someone who I could pass the ball to.

I play it back to the last defender before my goalie, the stopper and move to find a way or give her something to work with. As the ball is being passed around and I am moving in and out of player, I feel some eyes on me. It must be someone on the other team looking to mark me or waiting for me to get the ball to then apply pressure but the eyes that are on me don’t feel like they belong to any of the girls on the field.

I move to an open spot with no one on me and receive the ball. I have a few moments before a defender comes running up to me. I control the ball with a soft one touch, placing the ball a few feet in front of me and as soon as the defender gets to close, I quickly cut the ball to the opposite, away from where she is leaning into. I get by her quickly enough and surge forward before another defender comes to help. Taking the ball I dribble quickly in and out, faking one way, going another and when I can’t shake her, I pull the ball back and try to cut the ball another way. She gets a little lazy with her defending, getting sloppy with her legs and allowing for an opening which is just enough for me to put it through her legs and go by her.

I keep dribbling up the field and as I draw closer to the corner of the field to make the cross, I feel the eyes get closer, the staring becoming harder and more obvious. Unlike being able to shake the girl, I couldn’t shake this feeling that I was being watched. Was it a scout? Was it another coach? Was it someone who knows me or seen my play before and likes to watch me play? I see a few of my teammates and try to place the ball into the middle, far enough away from the goalie. From my kick, the ball goes sailing up and just enough out…but onto the head of the other team and the ball is cleared away from their side onto ours.

I take the moment to look around, to maybe catch the eyes of the person but I don’t see anyone. The stands aren’t full of people but I know most of them, parents, siblings, friends, boyfriends of players, fans for the other team but no one stuck out to be anyone strange or who didn’t look like they belonged. I took my focus away from the search and went back to focusing on the game. I ran back to help my teammates as the ball was punted back into play by our goalie.

As one of our players fought to gain possession of the ball against the other team, I looked to get in better position should she need help or need an outlet, someone to pass to when she got the ball in her control. I job over closer to the sideline that she was facing with the ball, where all of our substitutes and coaches were. As I am bouncing on my toes, deciding on my next movement. I feel the eyes again. They’ve moved. They’ve gotten closer. I try to shake it and not distract myself by looking around. I am focused. Which is when I feel a small pinch, like I got stung or bit by a bug. I slap the back of my neck where I felt it but I don’t come away with a bug. It was a phantom pinch maybe, a feeling that I got pinched when I really didn’t.

I ignore it, though it starts to feel like an itch moments after and I scratch at the spot quickly to then let it be when the ball comes to me. I trap the ball and play it down the sidelines to my teammates, who then passes it back as I make my way down, a quick give and go and I dribble down the side, drawing defenders away from the middle, leaving my half back open. I pass it to her as a girl tries to collide with me to kick the ball out which is gone before she is even in reach. Satisfied, I move toward the middle in case she needs back up but I find that my legs feel heavy. I start to slow down to a walk and think that maybe I should call for a substitution, I must have been playing for most of the half. When I look at the score board it’s only been 15 minutes. I should be fine. I shouldn’t be this exhausted or feeling so tired. But I do. I feel so tired. So tired even that I could nap right on the floor. I don’t know why but the grass looks so inviting and would be so nice to sleep on. Nothings else seems to register in my mind. Not the game, the players, the coaches, the fans, nothing. I don’t even think that I register to them or anything that I am doing. I just start to lay down and as I do, I get the feeling that this has happened before. The pinch, the lethargy my body is feeling and want to sleep, it has happened before when I was younger. I thought I had escaped him but no.

Now I know to who those eyes belong to, who had been staring at me the entire time and who even now as I try to keep my eyes open, starts to make his way toward me. The one who I had thought was my prince charming but in reality was my prince of darkness. It has been years since I set eyes on him. I thought he has given up on me. Part of me is in fear of him but another…another part is relieved that this game of cat and mouse is over with. As everything starts to get blurry and I can no longer seem to fight wanting to close my eyes, the eyes that had been staring and watching, waiting come in to focus. Grey eyes. Wolves’ eyes that were staring at its captured prey. Those grey eyes that haunted never-ending dreams.

“You found me”, I managed to say though rather groggy.

“And I always will”, he says back as my eyes surrender to the darkness.