Falling

This is another freewrite, tell me what you think!

Everyone that falls in love lands differently.
Some land comfortably on two feet.
Some are forced to maneuver the high rocks and deep valleys.
Some crash into the ground and crawl just to stay alive until they can heal and walk again.
Some get stuck between two rock walls, unable to move on.
And some never stop falling.

-AKA Aspen

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A Freewrite

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Okay so freewrites are when I just sit down and type something without any ideas or anything and just see where it goes. I haven’t edited this or revised it or anything, but I felt like postint it so…….

“Don’t do it” he pleads. Something inside me aches, but not my heart. If it actually worked I wouldn’t be doing this.
“You don’t have to, you know. No one is forcing you to do this.” I know, and that makes it so much harder. I focus on anything but him.
The thin, stained carpet reeking of rubber and antiseptic. The worn leather couch I called a bed for twelve years. I take a deep breath turning away him to the window.
The road below mirrors the sky above, stars and car lights revealing shadows of drunks and dreamers. I was once a dreamer, a hopeless romantic on the adventure of a lifetime.
I left New York and moved to a small town in Alabama. Bought a small house and fell in love. But it was all too much, my past didn’t match the present.
A worn leather couch to a cozy white bed. A cat-call to a sweet southern accent. A house to a home.
So I came back, to where I thought I deserved to live. But I don’t, I don’t deserve to live.
I look up at the sky and think of the stars, and as I fall I think of him.
His sweet southern accent, his warm hands, I think of how his carpet will smell like rubber and antiseptic when he scrubs the blood out of it. My blood.
And then I scream, regret throbbing every muscle in my body. He doesn’t deserve to clean up the mess of my scars, he doesn’t deserve to feel what I felt.
As I hit the ground I feel warm hands and the smell of rubber and antiseptic.

Chapter 2

I’m sorry it’s so short! And I know excuses don’t count but I’m sick and still have hw……  But here it is:

I regain conciousness moments later in the back seat of a car. Pain smothers my sweaty legs which are stuck to the leather seats.
The door above my head is pulled open as people reach in to pull me out. I’m laid out on a stretcher and pulled out of the parking lot.
I recognize the tan hospital building from last winter when I tripped over the couch and broke my wrist.
My eyebrows huddle in confusion, “I’m not hurt. Why am I here?”
A nurse in dark purple scrubs glances down at me “You have some serious burns around your ankles. What were you doing walking in a burnt down house?” She shakes her head and keeps walking.
I must’ve been looking for Blake and Heidi I decide. But Blake and Heidi are gone, and they’re never coming back. I force myself to ignore the feeling of Heidi snuggling her head into my neck when she gets shy. And the sound of Blake chuckling every time I tripped.
“You must be in a lot of pain sweetie. ” Not the kind you think I grimace bitterly.
“So we’re going to put you under, okay?”
Yes, thank God. “Yes.”

So…..that’s it. Sorry *winces*

-AKA Aspen

The Beautiful Blogger Award

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Guess who was nominated for the beautiful blogger award! This girl!!! Thanks truckloads (I say that alot…) to Teenage Lunatics. Check out her amazing blog!

Here’s the rules:
1. Thank the completely stunning blogger who nominated you and link their blog. (See above…. obviously)
2. List 7 random things about yourself
3. Nominate 7 equally beautiful bloggers.
4. Notify each of them that you nominated them!

Okay so 7 random things about me (As if you’d actually want to know more…)

1. I’m kinda ambidextrous. I write and play sports with my right hand, but eat and do everything else with the left.

2. I’ll only eat with small forks. I don’t know why, but normal sized forks just bother me.

3. I don’t like chocolate cake, cupcakes, frosting, ice cream, cookies  etc. The only expections are brownies, and candy bars.

4. I am a really big sports fan, my family has season tickets to a college football team in my area. My dad also coaches almost every sport, and I play basketball.

5. My best friends live really close. One is down 2 streets, one is up the street from me, and the other is 8 houses away.

6. I’m obsessed with Mortal Kombat X. I do play video games, just not avidly expect for with Bex. It is pretty gory, but it’s awesome.

7. My ALL TIME favorite Disney movie is Mulan. I have the entire movie memorized. Mulan us so badaspen (See what I did there?) And Mushu is the best character.

So there you go, 7 random facts about yours truly 🙂

These are the wonderful 7 nominees: (In no particular order)
1. Dreams and Movie Screens
2. Sunny
3. Every Word You Say
4.One Million Words Can’t Make A Wrong Write
5.Autumn Accepts
6. Elm
7. The Adorable Artist

-AKA Aspen

Writing Collab??

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Okay so seeing as this is a writing blog, (aka the AUTHOR) I’m realizing that I actually don’t post alot of my writing. 

This leads to the first part of this post: I will be updating Chapter 2 by Friday at the latest.

Part two: I was talking with Elm, about her new writing blog, and asked if she wanted to do a collab.

So to get the point, I was wondering if anyone else would like to collab (Including you Elm) for writing.
Here are the options I come up with, but feel free to add your own!

1. We both use the same writing prompt and see what we each come up with.

2. We intermix characters and ideas to create a story with alternating “mini chapters” by each person.

3. We give the other person a prompt they have to write about.

4. We each pick our own prompt, but have to use the sams characters.

If you’d want to, comment below! I’d love to do something like this with ya’ll 🙂

Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.

-AKA Aspen