It’s been years…

No, really, it has! So… sorry about that. Blogging is something someone like me would enjoy… or so one would think. But then, being a contradictory, crazy, insane highschooler tends to get in the way of doing the expected.

Anyways, some things about me from the past two years, lol.

I got a trillion fish tanks. Like, seriously– I didn’t even have goldfish last time I wrote on here! Now I’ve gone through a lot. Kappa, Karpa, Misheal, Eleazar, Frazier, Martin, Big Blue, Pirate– all deceased. And, of course, Marley, Clara, Monet and Biggs who are all very much alive.

Not that my life revolves around fish or anything. I also have been working a lot– three jobs in the past two years, bebe– and got my license. I’ve done a lot of reading and some hard core writing.

Nothing special though. I mean, it’s not like I finished my first and only full novel ever…

OH WAIT, YES I DID!!

Heh.

But since that’s not what this blog is for, I’ll do a little writing prompt for your reading pleasure.

 

Here’s the prompt:

THE ROOM

“One day as you were cleaning you noticed air being sucked towards the base of wall near the cupboard. Perplexed you went closer to investigate. The air was going in, slightly yet in. You hold your breath and gingerly peel away at the wallpaper until a huge wrought iron door stands before you. Where does it lead? Did you imagine this? What happens next?”

(as always, prompt can be found here: link)

 

Just another day. Just another boring, ordinary, sucky day stuck at home. Like the nice little house wife of a revolutionary doctor that I was, I decided to do pretty much the only thing available to me– clean.

Ah, yes, cleaning. The man of the house was away, and the wife is reduced to rags as she tirelessly scrubbed the floors so he could just track the muck back in when he arrived later that evening.

Yeah, I’m not much of a cleaner. But, I did need to clean out some cobwebs in the attic before the air become so absolutely full of spiders that we had to cede the space to them. Once you cede the attic to spiders, they’ll get greedy and want the entire house. We don’t want that, now do we?

So armed with rubber gloves and a Dust Devil, I tromped up the stairs to beat back the evils of arachnids from the door and make way for human habitation in the foreign land of Up.

It really wasn’t too bad… when you squinted so much that your eyes were closed, and all you could see were the dark smudges that made up your lashes and eyelids. As soon as they were open, however, and your pupils pulled in light, contracting inside shining green iris’, there is no hiding the fact that the attic has been completely vanquished. Thick, heavy mobs of web criss crossed the doorway, and the far window– the only source of light in the murky room– was completely mottled gray with the offensive matter. The floor was covered in a quarter inch of dust and dead bugs, making the entire matter worse, and the few paltry boxes left behind by the home’s previous owners in the far corner were completely shrouded in mess, so thick it looked like fur.

I bet the previous owners kept the spiders at bay.

“This is so a man’s job,” I growled under my breath, glad for the precaution I’d taken in tying up my thick hair into a tight bun before I’d entered the wretched space. The tighter it was, the less likely a spider would nestle inside and make a home…

I shuddered miserably, flicking on the vacuum and getting to work. The sooner I started, the sooner I finished– and the sooner I finished, the sooner I could remind Bo that he was supposed to be responsible for cleaning the attic.

It took a good three and a half hours to fully dust out the old room. No more cobwebs, no more dust, and the boxes looked like, well, boxes. As they should!

“That was… ” I smirked, brushing my hair from my face with a dusty, gloved hand. “Satisfying.”

I crossed the room to the window, leaning against the sill. Out in the street below, I could see Bo’s car pulling in. He had friends inside– Sam, Mav, Gat and Echo. The most annoying of his comrades, he would stay up all night conversing with them in hushed tones about the best way to take down our tormentors, both ACE and their funder, Robotnik. And of course, the entire time I’d be hushed and ignored and swept aside as they insisted they didn’t want to hurt my delicate feelings. Cause, you know, the feelings of an assassin are very fragile. Not that I didn’t understand; I did, really. They worried I’d freak out and warn my old associates of what they were planning. But I’d never do that.

Trust was something that we clearly lacked in our marriage.

Deciding to leave him be, I knelt beside the window to get a better look at the wallpaper in the grand room. Without the dust, it was actually quite nice. Gold crowning and an innate, hand carved door, with a matching windowsill all adorned the room, contrasting pleasingly with the dark mauve of the walls. Unfortunately, there were places that the wallpaper was peeling, and the crowning was chipped in color. Fixable, of course, but I had neither the time nor the inclination to do such a thing.

There was a particularly irritating chip in the molding behind me, however, and when it was clear that it wouldn’t be ignored, I turned to deal with it instantly. What I saw astonished me.

Through the little hole created by the chipped molding, there was what appeared to be an iron bar. Why on Mobius would there be such a thing behind a wall?

Although I realistically knew my husband would kill me if he saw that I tore out the wall, I had to know, so I got to it. I chipped away at the molding, tearing with my claws and prying with strong, genetically enhanced fingers.

It took a good half hour’s work to reveal a large iron door, like one you’d find on a medieval prison. Except, of course, that medieval prisons were things of Earth, and this was not Earth.

“Bo?” I called, finally deciding that this mystery was more than I could handle alone. “Come up here!”

“In a minute!” he yelled back.

“Yeah, right,” I mumbled, touching one of the iron bars tentatively. There was a moment of disorientation, and then my mind seemed to click back into place… except this was not the place I’d been in mere moments before.

A vast meadow of poppies and rudbeckia spread before me endlessly, all bathed in the warm glow of a friendly sun. Fawns skipped merrily, bluebirds flit above and songbirds perched on trees sang their merry little tunes. It was as though I’d passed out and woken in an earthen Disney movie!

“What’s up, Babe?”

I blinked slowly, disorientated by the strangeness of his voice in this place. And yet when I turned around, I could see our attic, and he standing in it with a borderline irritated expression on his face.

“W-what?” I managed weakly.

“You called me, Tany,” he reminded me, surveying the carnage of our wall. “What happened?”

“Look at this!” I cried, reaching out to grab his hand.

“The door? What about it? Babe, it’s always been there.”

I stared at him, eyes wide with disbelief. “B-but… I never saw it! And all this!” I gestured in dismay at the destroyed wall. “That isn’t my imagination!”

“No, it was a rather expensive length of sheetrock,” he murmured, sighing as he sank down next to me. “Babe, it’s our portal to Earth. There are times that certain… assignments… require foreign artifacts, and so…” he gestured to the door. “We just haven’t used it in awhile.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked petulantly, knowing even as I said it how childish it sounded.

He laughed, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. “I know how much you’ve always loved Earth. If I’d told you, I’d never get to see you!” I glowered at him. “Plus,” he added more seriously, “I couldn’t risk you knowing it, just in case. If you were tortured…”

“My sisters in blood don’t have the stomach to torture me, and no one else at ACE has the ability to cause me pain,” I murmured. Sighing heavily, I added, “but I suppose I see your point. I need to stay here and ‘be a good wife.'”

“No, babe, you need to stay here and take care of Zoey. Remember her? Five years old, about yay high?” He gestured to about 3’ off the ground. “Where is she anyway?”

“Marge has her.”

“Fine. Look, I promise I’ll take you to Earth someday. Okay?”

“When?”

“Soon.”

“Okay, deal.” He chuckled, the sound warm and affectionate, before placing a kiss to my forehead and drawing us both to our feet.

“Now come on, the guys are here. We were hoping for true entertainment that only you can provide.” He lifted his brows suggestively and I laughed.

“Scrabble it is!”

~End

 

Well that was odd. Whatever, I haven’t written anything about them in so long…

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This year, my last of highschool, this blog will be used as prep for NaNoWriMo and hopefully will keep me on track through all of it. Feel free to drop me a line anytime.
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