The Drive – Daily Prompt

The Drive – Daily Prompt

All his life, he had been driven. Steered. Pulled at. Guided. Shoved. Helped. Mentored. Lectured. Advised. All different words and all a disguise for the same thing: controlled.

His life had never been his own. Always his parents’ wishes, ambitions, desires driving his life. He never complained, never fought back. Because they knew better, they loved him. They wanted what was best for him. So he went to a respectable university and studied something respectable, dated respectable girls, wore respectable clothes. Respectable. The favoured word in his parents’ arsenal. He was a good son. He had always been a good son.

Until he wasn’t. Until she had crashed into his life, breaking all the rules, defying all odds and stirring something in him. Stirring that part of him he had spent a lifetime repressing, shoving it deep within and locking it away in the dark. The part that wanted things for itself, that didn’t want to be respectable. She had made him feel alive for the first time he didn’t even know in how long. Wild, irresponsible, fickle, profiteer, unsuitable. All words his parents had thrown at her. But he saw them for what they really were: more words meant to control him.

No more. He was finished being controlled. He was done listening to the words of his parents, letting them shackle him, letting himself be steered. A ghost of a grin flitted across his face as he pressed the gas pedal all the way. It was his turn to drive and he knew where he was going.

The Secret Desert – Daily Prompt

Secrets are a desert. The more you have, the more barren the wasteland is. You’d think they’d be a forest, deep and dark and hidden. But no, secrets are a desert. Lies are a forest. Dense and dank and murky. They grow with a life of their own and if you are not careful, you will lose yourself in them.

The thing about forests though, is that they’re cool and shady. So when your life is a desert, it’s so very tempting to grow yourself a forest. What are a few lies if you can get away from the scorching blaze of your secrets? Before you know it, you’ve surrounded yourself with lies, trapped yourself so deeply within the forest, you can’t even see the sun anymore.

But lies – they lie. For although you can’t see the sun anymore, though you no longer have its light to guide you, the desert is still there. Still as barren and endless and full of secrets. The sun still burns and you can feel its heat. The canopy of your forest amplifying it, containing it like a greenhouse. Suffocating. Demanding. And you can’t even see the light.

The truth is a river. It flows with life and strength. But it’s deep and terrifying, full of rapids and pieces of driftwood that crash into you. You can’t just rest on its edges, you can’t dip your feet in a little. You have to plunge right in. Because you see, on the edges of truth, is where lies are the strongest. A forest growing strong, fed by the river.

Secrets are a desert. Lies are a forest. The truth is a river. How do you survive?

The Darkness – Daily Prompt

The Darkness – Daily Prompt

The Darkness felt close today. She knew the Darkness well, she had known it all her life. Most people didn’t understand it, not like she did. Most people feared it. She understood why, the Darkness could be terrifying, it could wrap itself around her tightly, chocking her, crushing her. That’s what people feared. But she knew another side of it, she knew it could be gentle and soothing. Sometimes, it would come like a caress, lulling her into peace and showing her the stars. Darkness had moods too and she had known all of them.

Today, it was not in a good mood. Today it pressed and closed in around her. Today, the Darkness was an ocean all around her, looking for a way in to smother every memory of light. She couldn’t fight it, she had learnt long ago. If she struggled and pushed back, if she clawed at it, it only became angrier and stronger; it only chocked harder. She knew that the only way to get through was to keep the Light inside her. She searched within, looking for the Light. It was hard, it felt like swimming through tar. The Darkness was relentless. It wanted her to drown. But she pushed on. Somehow, she kept moving through the ocean, looking for the Light.

It felt like she had been swimming forever, the Darkness vast and infinite all around her. It had stopped feeling like swimming a long time ago. Now it was more like drifting. Still, she kept going. She had to find the Light. She had to find it, it had to be here somewhere. Didn’t it? Had it ever really been inside her? Had she ever had the Light? It didn’t feel like it. It felt like all she had ever known and all she would ever know was the Darkness. But no, she still remembered the Light. A little. She knew it was here. But she was so tired.

She felt the Darkness surge victoriously. She was too tired. She couldn’t find the Light, she had lost it. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and stopped swimming, waiting for the Darkness to consume her. She waited and waited, but nothing happened. She could feel frustration permeating the Darkness. It couldn’t take over her. She opened her eyes and saw a faint glow. The Light! It was the Light! Where was it coming from? She looked around, but all she saw was darkness. She looked at her hands and realized it was coming from her. And then she remembered, that’s where it had always been.

Smiling, she hugged herself, letting the Light form a soft shell around her. She lay down. She could hear the Darkness roaring all around her, but it could not reach her. Perhaps tomorrow, she thought. Perhaps tomorrow the Darkness would be in a good mood and then they could see the stars. Perhaps tomorrow they could dream together, the Darkness and her. But for now, she slept.