Gored By Cynical Writers Block

Prompt 3 : Silhouette

2017-03-05T00:03:00.000-08:00

Silhouettes Dance on the wall,

People I could take or leave,

I don't like it here.

Im kinda cheating today by writing a haiku because it doesn't reach the word count that has been set but if i made it into a story I'm pretty sure I'd end up with another freaky story like my first one. So instead, there's this - how I feel being out these days after being an extremely social person before I had my belly fruit.

Prompt 2 : smell

2017-03-02T03:13:00.000-08:00

My favourite smells are probably better to focus on than all the horrible ones that make me gag.

Jessica Simpson - Fancy

Yes, I realise most of those celebrity designer scents are trash but all of Jessica Simpson's stuff smelled heavenly (I use the past tense because a lot of her collection is no longer in production which has me raiding eBay for deals). Of course this obsession has more to do with the fact that I have a major sweet tooth and most, if not all, of her scents have caramel, vanilla and strawberry undertones. 'Fancy' smells like vanilla and happiness and I've had multiple people start a conversations because of it. A hobo on the bus told me I smelled like cookies once when I was wearing it. . . Enough said.

A weird smell that makes me happy is the smell of plastic - more specifically the plastic from new toys. It's the smell of rubber and safe plastics of Polly pockets, dolls, figurines and GI joes on Christmas mornings and birthdays. I still get a whiff of that delicious smell when I open toys for my son and it sends me back to happy places.

My mum's cooking is a cliche but there really is a certain warmth and homely smell to it. I don't know if it's a specific mixture of spices or she's adding some super secret ingredient that she's been hiding for 30 years but either way, I can always tell when my mum has been cooking in my house.

Lastly, and probably the weirdest one, there's some people that have really nice natural smells. I think this one has more to do with pheromones but there are some people that smell naturally sweet. There's some people that smell sour or bitter and I veer away from them because there has been a couple of people that have literally made me gag. They're usually surrounded by a musky and acrid smell and just the thought of it gives me sensory memory to sneeze.

One of my favourite people naturally smells like marshmallows and soft talcum powder. Most people I generally like smell like fresh cucumbers and chamomile.

Weird? I know.

Prompt 1 : An image of nature

2017-02-28T04:02:00.000-08:00

Vines everywhere or at least what feels like vines. There's that hard, wiry and waxy texture on my calves that could only be vines or plant stems of some sort. My mind immediately goes to that tree scene in Evil Dead and my eyes snap open to check for danger.

Once my eyes adjust to darkness, I can make out vines all threaded together to form a cage like bowl surrounding me. Dispersed throughout, I can make out football sized bulbs protruding from the vines that look like they're throbbing but it could be a trick of the darkness.The only thing I can see through the cracks of the vines is yet more vines and I start to panic.

As I scratch at the waxy walls that have become my prison I feel the porous skin of the vines begin too push under my nails.

As the vine tissue breaks, it also starts to release musky, sickingly sweet fumes that tickle the inside of my nose. It gets harder to breathe all of a sudden and my throats begins to close. I start to choke as I an aggressive swipe with my vine clogged nails manages to break through to something bright on the other side of the vines.

My last thought as I struggle to focus on the lights through the vines is how I got there in the first place. My mind plunges into a different kind darkness that only comes with oxygen deprivation.

When consciousness seeps into my brain again I'm blinded by a a hot light that seems to singe my very eyeballs. I bury my face in my hands suddenly realising that my finger nails are as pristine as if I'd just walked out of a nail salon.

I look around squinting and trying to force my eyes to adjust, I was still in the vine bowl but this time the football sized bulbs have opened to reveal banana yellow flowers that are speckled with brown freckles. If i squinted harder I could kind of see a face in the design of the flower which starts to freak me out so I look away.

The next moment, one of the bulb flowers snaps right in front of my face and 2 eye balls roll out from deep within the flower to look straight at me.

A low hissing voice pierces my eardrums "the human is ready for seeding".