Word Filled Wednesday

you may or may not know that my muse is writing. it is my very favorite thing to do, and possibly the only thing i do well. i was looking for a...a block buster i guess you could say and i came across the idea of once a week taking a group of words and turning into a work of some sort. i thought that sounded like a blast. so here i go. fictional story at the drop of a hat, whats up.

we'll make it easy.
"Letters from Home"

"everybody told me i didnt know what i was in for when i married Rafer. told me we were too young. just puppy love. ain't gunna last, 'specially not in a place like we were headed. my daddy went red in the face when he found out his little spit fire was headed to the strictest place he ever heard of.. last thing he said to me was "Now Tessa. you know i aint got no connections down there. you best mind you manners and keep to yourself. i cant get you outta anymore of yer famous messes soon as you get inside those gates."
ohh, i just laughed a little and said "Dont worry daddy. i'll be good."
and he didnt believe me for a single damn second. he'll deny it til the day he died but soon as i walked out the door he started researching about what he'd have to do if the military's police arrested me, stashing up bail money like i was some criminal, instead of just a silly little girl who didnt like takin' nuthin' from nobody. but he was a good daddy like that.
i started feelin' like everybody was maybe right when we did cross into those gates. i was scared, but dont tell nobody. these men in their fancy uniforms with their big guns, starin' at me. starin' at Rafer, like we'd wronged 'em somehow. damn. but they let us pass, like they always do, and we headed for what we was sposed to call home. i was expecting cold, hard, square. i was expectin' barbediwire and dirt and just...awfulness. But it was actually a very...regular kind of place. there was a grocery store, a little shoppin' mall, hell they even had their own mcdonalds. this was like any other town, just fenced in...with tanks and such drivin' around.. our home wasn't a plain square cement floored, cots - for - beds little room as i expected... no, it was a home. it had carpet and windows and a lovely little kitchen. it was a palace compared to what i expected. it wasn't til we lived there a good three, four months, before i realized that the cold, hard, dirty, awfulness that i'd expected to see, it was truly all around us... but it was within the people, not the places. at night i'd lay awake with the windows open, but instead of crickets chirpin' and the fan tickin', i'd hear fights. screamin'. slammin' 'gainst walls and such. police comin'. oh lord those cops showed up in our neighborhood every god damn night. i spotted our neighbor doin' shots of jack daniels at ten in the dang morning. these people... where did they get these people? these angry, broken people? am i one of them? me and Rafer, are we this way? i pray not... the night i found out rafer was bein' deployed i cried the whole entire night. and most of the next day. but it wasn't cuz i'd miss him... i mean hell, sure i would... of course i would..but it was mostly cuz i was scared... cuz i didnt want to be in this dark place alone... this broken world with the decent, normal looking shell... surely, if rafe weren't here with me, keeping me who i am...surely i'd become one of these...these monsters..


*thats it for tonight dolls. how was that for a test run? do we want a to-be-continued? same topic, or new topic? i verily enjoyed that...
xoxo.K