Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion – Here’s the story so finish it yourself! We’d love to hear how you think the story ends!
Lying in bed can be one of the scariest things in the world. If you aren’t quite awake but still struggling to sleep that dozy feeling leaves you vulnerable. Jason hated this time, he hated the constant fear of what might happen if he didn’t fall asleep. Strange things happened to him when he didn’t sleep, they always had, he’d looked it up online and other people like him had seen or heard something strange in these moments.
It was when the lights started to flicker that Jason knew that it was beginning. The banging outside his door didn’t do anything to wake him up more, it was terrifying yet he stayed the way he was. Lying there.
The banging was getting louder and louder until suddenly it was right outside his door.
Jason told himself that it was just a dream and rolled over to face the door. Nothing would be coming through it even though it sounded like something scratching along the surface. Nothing ever did. The question was if this wasn’t real why was the door slowly opening? Was it his imagination? Slowly it creaked open…..
I didn’t really know what to write until I remembered a story that I guess this prompt has made me decide to share. Its only short and isn’t really about me but a really good friend of mine.
Since we were kids she wanted to be a police officer and she worked hard to become one.
Even growing up there was kind of a World vs Police kind of vibe, no one liked them, no one trusted them and the more nasty the story about them you could find the more you’d spread it to prove it was true. It never deterred her and to be fair its one of those weird things that when you know someone who WANTS to be a police officer even if you hate the police in general you kind of think its a great idea for that person to do it.
Personally I’ve never had a problem with the police. I know for everyone 1 terrible officer there are at least 5 who are there for the right reasons trying to do the right thing. You see all the horrible things that nurses and doctors do too in the news yet no one brandishes them all with that horrible brush, maybe because doctors and nurses are there to help you when you are ill, I don’t know. Maybe its just the nature of being police, they don’t have to agree with the law and maybe sometimes people think that they are too anal about upholding small things and not fast enough, good enough or kind enough whilst dealing with others. Its much more complex I guess then other jobs yet people would love to define it as being simpler if they just did it THEIR way.
Anyway my friend worked hard and managed to become a police officer and she loved it until she started to get harassed in the street out of uniform for being a pig. When the police were in the news for being out of control or doing something wrong it was like my friend had been there and done it personally no matter where in the world it was. The common feeling seemed to be “well you’re all the same” which hurt her a lot.
My friend wanted to be a police officer because one helped her when she was very young, I won’t go into detail because it isn’t my story to tell, the police officer that helped her stayed in contact with her up until his death. She is a good person and wanted to do what was right, wanted to help people. In the end though she gave it up because people were throwing things through her windows, they attacked her going out shopping and all sorts. She moved away and retrained to become a sports teacher and says she gets as much aggro as a teacher as she did as a police officer.
What does she personally think about the police? She thinks its like any other job, until you do it you can’t really judge the way people act. She thinks it attracts good people and bad people but like in all walks of life it isn’t so simple to tell the good from the bad so it isn’t until they’ve done something bad that you know that they are bad. She thinks the majority do what is right and go beyond to help people and very often the kindest acts of the police force are never highlighted because they aren’t important. She thinks its just as broken as anything else in the world but more then most professions people just want to see the worst of them.
So that is that I guess.
My eyes hurt.
My legs hurt.
I hate the humidity we’ve had lately and I hate the sun. I’m the only one that does hate it. My room is stuffy but it is the only place at the moment where I feel comfortable. The room next door has a fan in it but I’d have to sit in an uncomfortable chair and downstairs is cool but we still haven’t tidied up after my sister left home.
So I’m sat in my tiny bedroom on my tiny bed with Mack staring at me from atop of Pork Rock and a range of drinks next to me to battle the migraine brought on from heat and exhaustion through the day trying to remember what it is I was meant to be doing!
Continue reading The Great F1 Dream #12 : Dream vs Reality (Story Blog*)
30 July 2014
Gardening always was a joy… Our front garden has been kept neat and tidy from one of the next door neighbours, they noticed that it was getting a bit long so cut it down for us, our back garden now looks like a jungle, and with Marcey’s rock bang in the middle of its tiny crater gardening is more like a fight against nature now.
It would never have gotten this bad if our mysterious knocking hadn’t taken us away from our day-to-day lives!
So where was I?!
Continue reading Amanda’s Diary #3