Growing Up

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 17: Use time travel in a story. Somehow mine ended up seeming more like a anecdote than a story, but that’s okay! It just randomly popped in my head. Hope you like it!

In Love and Christ,
KC

Peter lay in the dirt looking up at the sky. It had more stars than he had ever seen in his short life; more than he could possibly count. He was tired of counting anyway. Rolling over on the rough ground he wiped a tear from his dirt-stained cheek and whimpered pitifully. He had only wanted to know what it would be like. He couldn’t have known what a mess this would become.

Since he was born he always watched his dad and brother, Frank, work on their project together. Frank would say, “You’re too little to build a time machine. You’ve got to be a grown up like me if you want to help.” Then he would always add kindly, “One day, Pete. Be patient.

But Peter wasn’t patient; he never had been. So one night–the night after his father and Frank used the time machine for the first time–he decided it was his turn. He had seen them disappear and come back. He had seen them whooping and hollering and giving each other high fives. “It finally works!” They said. He knew it was ready; and if it was ready, then he was too.

So under the cover of darkness after everyone had gone to bed, Peter tiptoed out of the house and into the garage. He had to use a stool to open the door, but it didn’t really matter. After he left and came back all by himself, no one would be able to say he was too little anymore. Those were his thoughts as he climbed and tumbled inside the time machine. He imagined the shocked faces his father and brother would make and stretched upwards, running his fingers down all the buttons like he would on an elevator. The time machine began to shake and he tingled with anticipation. He was finally growing up.

It didn’t take long for him to figure out all the things he didn’t know as a brand new grown-up, like where he was or how to get home. When the machine collapsed into nothing around him and he found himself all alone in the wilderness, he realized that maybe he didn’t like the idea of being big after all. There was no one in sight, not to mention no food and no shelter. Somehow he had ended up in the middle of nowhere and he didn’t like it at all– not one bit.

But he didn’t know what to do. So he just lay down and cried. Maybe his dad would come looking for him. Maybe Frank would realize what had happened before his father did– that way he wouldn’t get in trouble, at least. Or maybe they’d never figure it out and he would be stuck wherever he was forever. Would he be eaten alive? Adopted by wolves? He had no idea. Laying there on the cold hard ground he knew one thing and that alone: if he ever made it out of this alive, he was never growing up again.

-THE END-

Kharis Courtney ©2013

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Where You Go, I Go

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 16: Go to iTunes and put your music on random. Write a story about the first song that comes up (250 words or less).The first song that played for me was “Where You Go I Go” by Jesus Culture. I figured there was a pretty good chance of landing on a worship song since about 90% of our iTunes is worship music. I also thought it would be difficult to write a story based on a worship song. I was right! That being said, I’m glad it was this particular song. I feel very strongly about the ideas expressed in it, and I definitely identify. The song and lyrics are in the video below; give it a listen and then read the story. Or vice-versa. Whatever floats your boat. :)

In Love and Christ,
KC

Ten pairs of arms reached for her as she stood in the driveway. Ten goodbyes were said. Tears dripped from the tips of ten sniffling noses. She looked into ten pairs of eyes and saw ten sad smiles. They were supportive of her of course, but also sad; worried; uncertain. They didn’t know when, if ever, they would see her again or if she would be safe. And as she searched each of their eyes she heard their silent question: “Are you sure?”

People would say that she could still turn back, but it wasn’t true; not knowing what she knew. There was no alternative; and no matter what happened she wouldn’t want it any other way. Staying could be an option, but how could she expect to walk in a direction He didn’t want her to go? Surrender was the only way. She was sure.

She climbed with her small bag into the back of the waiting taxi, which soon began to move. She reached for the worn map tucked in her bag. As she unfolded it her eye immediately fell there: where He was going; where He was calling her to go. She didn’t know if she would return. All she knew was that she had to follow. Touching the battered map with her fingertips she breathed deeply and whispered, “Where You go, I go; where You stay, I stay, God. Help me to follow you.”

And even as she said it, she knew He always would.

-THE END-

Kharis Courtney ©2013

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The Intersection

 

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30 Day Writing Challenge Day 15: Write about a stranger you see. Either their back-story or what they are thinking in the moment you see them. This may be a little lame, but it was literally the only stranger I saw today. I wore sweats all day; I wasn’t going any further in public than in my car. I wrote what this person was thinking in the moment I saw her, but I also expanded it beyond that and created a little fictional scenario. Hope you like it even if it’s lame!

In Love and Christ,
KC

I’m sitting at the red light waiting for a break in the traffic. All I need to do is turn left; why don’t they have an arrow here? What a stupid place not to have an arrow.

Minutes pass. It feels like hours, especially since in my mind’s eye I can see the angry faces of the endless line of drivers behind me. They’re probably muttering curses and groaning over the fact that they’re being held back from wherever it is they’re trying to go. I can hear it. They’re narrow minded, of course. They don’t know that it’s not my fault– there’s no arrow! What am I supposed to do without an arrow? All I’m able to do is sit here in my little car, totally dependent upon the mercy of some kind person in the opposite lane. Don’t they get it?

The light turns red. Great. Now all those people are groaning and cursing even louder because now they have to sit through yet another red light. And even though they’ve probably been stuck here waiting to turn left before, they don’t think about that. All they think about is the fact that I’m the reason they’re late for work/yoga/coffee/dinner. Turn green. Turn green.

My parents used to tell me that if I chanted “turn green” in pig latin, it would make the light turn green faster. “Urn-tay een-gray; urn-tay een-gray…”

It works! Quickly I step on the accelerator to make my move, only to slam on the brakes one moment later. The other guy was faster. Of course. Someone behind me honks unnecessarily. “What do you want me to do?” I shout, throwing my hands up, “There’s no arrow!”

I endure what feels like hours of unspoken pressure from the drivers behind me. I know they’re upset to be stuck here. The guy behind me in the massive truck keeps inching closer. I seriously think he just nudged my bumper. What’s he going to do– run over me? I don’t know. From the looks of his angry face in my rearview, he just might. Just in case I scoot my tiny car forward a little more. He swallows the space with his huge grill.

Swallowing a gulp, I turn to pleading with the cars in the opposite lane. Somebody save me! I’m going to be roadkill any minute if I don’t get to turn! Please! They all pass by as if they don’t see me.

The light turns yellow and I cringe. But then something miraculous happens. Instead of zooming through the yellow light, a man in a police car stops short and then… he waves me through! Yes! Victory! This stranger in uniform just saved my life! Smiling and waving like a lunatic, I make my turn. He nods at me as I pass.

Huge truck guy appears to be shaking his fist, but I don’t care. I made it through the intersection from Hades alive, and that is something to be thankful for. If I ever see that policeman again, I might just kiss him. And to think, I once thought all cops were jerks.

Suddenly something flashes in my rearview mirror. Courteous Policeman who just saved my life? What are you doing here?

I pull over and he parks his car behind mine. He approaches the window and knocks.

“Hi officer,” I say nervously.

“Hello,” he says as he scribbles on his pad, “License and registration?”

I dig them out and hand them over. “Thanks for waving me through just now. I’d been having a hard time.”

He looks at me over his sunglasses. “I wasn’t waving you through. I was telling you to pull over. Your inspection sticker is expired; that’s a ticket. Then the light turned red as you turned left. That’s another ticket.”

What? I’m speechless. I should have let truck guy turn me into roadkill! This is so much worse. Not so Courteous Policeman hands me a ticket that costs more than I make in a month, nods, walks back to his car and drives in the direction he came from. When he gets to the light, the jerk flips on his siren and turns left without ever having to wait.

Laying my head against the steering wheel I sigh. I guess I wasn’t meant to have a hero today– and I’m not counting on tomorrow either. I know one thing though: I’m never going back to that intersection.

-THE END-

Kharis Courtney ©2013

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Defining Moments

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 12: Find 10 random words and create your own definitions. So, my wonderful husband, Jordan, took me on a surprise Mother’s Day/Anniversary getaway yesterday. As you could see, I didn’t get a chance to do yesterday’s challenge… But here I am with Day 12 and I’ll try to get to 11 soon! Happy Mother’s Day, y’all! :)

In Love and Christ,
KC

 

1. Microphone [mahy-kruh-fohn] (noun):

  • An extremely small telephone invented by Thomas Antison primarily for use by ants, but also for use by ladybugs, beetles, and other members of the class insecta. Ex: When the ants stumbled upon a picnic, they called the queen on the microphone.Read More »

Boys’ Night

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 10: Start your story with “She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled.” I started this by asking myself two questions. 1) “What is in the box?” and 2) “Why is she smiling?” This is what I came up with on a whim.

In Love and Christ,KC

cardsShe touched the little box in her pocket and smiled as she walked towards Steven’s apartment. In seven years he had never allowed her to come to his poker night– until tonight, that is. Really, it must have been some kind of sacred male ritual. She knew all of his friends and they all got along; there was absolutely no reason for her to be excluded apart from her glaring lack of testosterone. Shaking her head she remembered what Steven always said: “Poker night is boys’ night.”Read More »

Coming Home

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 9: Write a story in 250 words or less about your favorite city. I thought this one would be hard, but really it wasn’t as hard as I thought. I guess I had a good subject! Generally I don’t like cities so I chose to do my favorite place/town instead: St. Simons Island, Georgia. I’m a Louisiana girl, but the first part of my life was lived in St. Simons and it’s like another home to me. My family goes back every year and I always leave feeling like I’d rather stay. So here’s a very short story about the most beautiful place on earth.

In Love and Christ,
KC

The sky is layered with dusky purple over the soft coral that reminds me only of the ocean. In the morning twilight, the sand is grey beneath our feet and we tread through it near the water’s edge, leaving just fleeting evidence of our presence.Read More »

Beginnings of the Black Shot

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 8: Write a prequel to that Superhero. Pre-Superhero life. Maybe their childhood. This is my prequel to The Black Shot and Dr. Slumber. I  wrote it in 20 minutes because I was too busy to get to it earlier, so it’s not the best… But Enjoy!

In Love and Christ,
KC

“Today is a very important day for you, son,” said Hank Caffton, “On my tenth birthday I had my first taste of Coffee just like my father and grandfather before me. It’s a Caffton tradition– and now it’s your turn.”

Lucas looked at his father uncertainly. He had long watched the adults drink coffee, but had never had much interest in it himself. But that didn’t matter because one day Caffton tower and the Caffton Coffee Company would be his. If he were going to be a Caffton, he had to love coffee.Read More »

The Black Shot and Dr. Slumber

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 7: Create a superhero. Have he/she save the day. I’M ALMOST LATE! That means no thoughtful message this time. :)

In Love and Christ,
KC

It was a Monday morning like any other in Robusta City: at 8 AM citizens everywhere flooded the streets and sidewalks to begin the daily grind. Hats tipped, voices said hello, and heads nodded as people passed by other people on their way to work. Doughnut carts and newspaper stands boomed with business and the sun peeked over Caffton tower, just high enough to begin heating up the day. Yep, just another Monday… or so they thought.Read More »

Walkin’ Away

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30 Day Writing Challenge Day 6: Start your story with “He glanced at his watch impatiently…” Coming in just under the wire on this one yet again. Hope you like it!

In Love and Christ,
KC

He glanced at his watch impatiently. He knew I would be late again; I’m always late. What he didn’t know was that I had been standin’ outside watching him for five minutes already. I wasn’t actually late at all, but who am I to shatter an expectation? So I stood outside and waited, watchin’ his eyes that are nothin’ like mine flittin’ to his watch every ten seconds. He gets that from his mother–the impatience thing.Read More »

A Completely Different World

30 day Writing Challenge Day 5: a story that revolves around an object in your room. There are many objects in this story. Try to guess which one I picked to base the story on. Hint: I’m from Louisiana.

In Love and Christ,
KC

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I’ve been counting down the days for months. Now as I stand before my calendar, marking a thick, red “X” through May 20, I am struck with the sudden sense of realization that there are only two days left; two days until this room around me is completely empty and I’m on an adventure to a different world.Read More »