IAWTW: It Had Been Years Since…

You get to fill in the plot and add a few lines to it.  Here is your prompt.  I’ve added some choices for you but you don’t have to use them.  You can take the plot anywhere you want to.  Unleash the creativity of your inner novelist / playwright / artist.  Write as much or as little as you would like.  Get outrageous.  Have fun!

It had been ___ years since I had seen ____________ (name), my best friend in (high school /college / university).  I hadn’t planned on spending all those years apart from each other.  Who would have thought we’d meet by accident like this, in a coffee shop in the middle of (nowhere / bustling city / planet Xandria)?  What were the chances of this happening?  Yet, here we are, strangers, together after all these years.  I still remember the last time we (met / spoke / wrote)….

It had been 12 years since I had seen Amelia, my best friend from birth throughout college. I hadn’t planned on spending all those years apart from each other. In fact, we’d always said nothing would ever tear us apart. But they were, I suppose, childish thoughts. Our careers after college had taken off and Amelia’s took her to far off countries whilst mine took me to the big cities. Who would have though we’d meet by accident like this, in a coffee shop – our coffee shop, in the middle of our old hometown. Really, what were the chances of this happening? Sure, we’d both grown up here, gone to school here and even attended college here, but we had each gone our separate ways and moved to opposite sides of the world. Yet, here we are, strangers, together after all these years.

I still remember the last time we saw each other. The day we said goodbye. It was a week after graduation, and we were both excited, thinking of our future prospects and talking of all the traveling we would get to do. That was until we realised it was the last day we’d see each other because Amelia had been offered a job over in Egypt, her plane leaving the next day.

We kept in contact for a couple of years, but by our fourth year out of college, I didn’t even know what country she was in let alone what she was doing with her life. I continued on with my life, and made new friends, but no one seemed to be able fill that hole left by my estranged best friend. I moved to three different cities before finally marrying, having two beautiful girls and coming back home to settle down with my young family.

Time seemed to freeze when I looked up to see Amelia enter Amara’s Cafe. Her surprise and shock mirrored my own and she made a beeline straight for me. We embraced tightly, and in those few short moments, years of emptiness and longing seemed to disappear and hole in my life healed by it’s creator. We have been here at the coffee shop for upwards of three hours now. Talking and gossiping as though no time had past. Except it had. We talked of our time after college, the sights we had both seen and the families we’d begun.

She had told me she just moved back a week ago, making the move as soon as she found out she was pregnant. And into the same house she grew up in no less. I moved back into my childhood home as well about a year ago, and had learned plenty about our old friends to catch her up on all of the towns latest gossip.

The Archaeologist and the Historian together again. Like no time had past.

The latest IAWTW Challenge from Chris Donner! I think I rambled for a bit too long, but that’s okay! Hope you’ve enjoyed this weeks challenge response! 🙂

Amber. xx

IAWTW: Characters

Last week I challenged you to come up with some plots off the theme “Pat always knew this day would come”.  Now I challenge you to pick the one you liked the best and describe Pat.

So pick your favorite plot, sit back, close your eyes for a moment and then tell us who Pat is.

My name is Hypatia Gwen Amira. I am 18 years old and I was kidnapped four years ago. I’m still with my captors in fact, though it is now by choice. While living deep in the Eastern Woods, I’ve learnt many things, including some harsh truths about my dear Mother, who my father truly was, how to control the gifts I was born with and who my handsome, masked kidnapped was.

I have spent the last four years in hiding with my captors, who I now call friends, in an old wizard’s manor that stretches far and wide beneath the ground – the door to which lay concealed by magic against the bark of a tall tree. Kalen, my handsome kidnapper, says that I’m loosely related to wizards. Very loosely.. Yet no one knows exactly what kinds of being my father was. Nor I for that matter. They do know one thing though, apart from having family resemblance, I also bare two strange markings seen only on my father before me: three small gold dots under my right eye and a swirly sort of circular pattern on my left arm that seems to get more defined the older I get, but is as yet, still indistinguishable.

Aside from those strange markings, I also have my father’s hair: raven coloured locks that are pulled straight by the weight of the hair that falls down to my waist, and his eyes: icy blue orbs riddled with golden flecks. My small frame and pale skin are where I resemble my Mother the most. But that is where my resemblance to her stops.

When I first made the decision to stay with those who stole me in the night, my name was changed. From my Mother’s maiden name, Lamira, we dropped the first letter to make, Amira. At it’s core, Kalen and the others told me that Lamira means evil whereas Amira means Princess. “A much more fitting name!” He said to me happily. And with staying close to my Mother’s name they said it would be a sign of challenge and mockery. Seeing as she married into royalty through my Father by use of magic and deception.

No one calls me Pat anymore either. That was my Mother’s nickname for me… I always hated it.

For now, I remain with my friends and teachers. Learning all I can, so that the day I return to the city with my identity known, I will be strong enough to challenge my Mother and anyone else that she has deceived over the years. She wants my gifts? She wants my power and my heritage? She’ll get it. Just, not in the way she’d hoped for.

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this character description/extended plot from the second IAWTW Challenge from Chris Donner!

Amber. xx

IAWTW: Plots

Recently, blogger/author Chris Donner began a Weekly Writing Challenge called I Always Wanted To Write (IAWTW). My response to the first of the challenges, to write at least three different plots from a prompt, is below.

Imagine the person and what could possibly be happening.  Stretch your writer’s imagination a bit.  Your turn.

Pat always knew this day would come.

  1. The day a Mother’s child was ripped from her arms was the day the war started. Not just any Mother either, but Aisi, the Queen of the Eastern Lands. Only fourteen years old, the daughter was kidnapped by a masked soldier who barely made it from the castle with both the child and his life. But Pat always knew this day would come. For she had seen it, many years ago.
  2. Pat always knew this day would come. Seeing the feathers in her brother’s bed could only mean one thing. She had been hoping he wouldn’t turn out like her. He was too young, too out of control. He could never keep this a secret let alone understand what it meant, or the responsibilities for that matter. She would now have to teach him, try to explain and warn him. Their parents couldn’t help, they’d disappeared and unless she could control her little brother, they would disappear also. She couldn’t ask her Aunt for help either, but she had to do something. She had no choice, not now that her brother had sprouted wings..
  3. This was the last straw. Destroying her house, she could handle, having to move countries, she could deal with, killing her boyfriend, too far. No more would she run, no more would she hide from him. No more would she try to have a normal life – he had destroyed that anyway. It was time she finally stood up and fought back. So long she had been trying to deny her destiny, to deny the strength coursing through her veins. Today that all changed. Pat always knew this day would come eventually. Today, she began the hunt for her ex-husband.

Well I hope you enjoyed these completely spontaneous and very strange, random little plots. Haha. Stay tuned for this week’s challenge coming up soon. (:

Amber. xx