Deja Vu

I have this constant feeling that nothing is real. You know that feeling where you wonder if you are actually dreaming and if your life is actually something completely different than what you thought it was. I guess that is not exactly the way I am feeling. One moment ago I was just celebrating my high school graduation, now I am sitting in the library of a college I do not even remember applying to. Mom says that forgetting things comes with age but I am pretty sure that people do not just forget five years of their life just like that.
The biggest problems arise when I forget my own husband's name. I do not even remember him, let alone getting married. And I do not remember carrying a human baby inside me for nine months. I remember the night of my high school grad so vividly and then nothing. A complete blank. I think my husband's name is Kevin, yes, that has to be it. It is hard to see him look so disheartened every time I make it obvious that I do not remember some important piece of our relationship. It was just yesterday that he came home and told me that he had made it into medical school, I congratulated as though he was an acquaintance.
Then, there is my son, Logan. I do not even recognize his cry. I will often think to myself, "can't that mother quiet her child," before realizing that I am the mother and he is my child. I feel being a mother right now is more responsibility than I can handle. Its true, I forget to bring essentials with me, like diapers or bottles. Then there was that time I actually left him at the park, it was only five minutes before I realized I was missing the stroller, but still I forgot him. When that happened I became convinced that I switched places with somebody else because there was no way that this could be my life right now. I mentioned my theory to Kevin and he insisted that I was the same person. I have spent a lot time staring at my reflection, and I see me, only older. It always surprises me because I still expect to see my seventeen year old self. There is one key thing missing from my memory from that night, my grad night, I can feel it. Oh wait-

Maribeth stirred in her sleep. A concerned mother sat up and a family rushed to gather around a hospital bed. Chocolate brown eyes fluttered open and a muffled question escaped a seventeen year old girl's lips.
"Hey honey," Marybeth's mother squeezed her hand, "don't try to talk, just rest."

Maribeth looked around the campus of her new school. She was finally a college freshman. She stared at the map in her hand with a puzzled expression.
"Need help?" She looked up and saw a young man looking over her shoulder.
She smiled and nodded, "that would be awesome. I'm Maribeth, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Maribeth," he took the girl's hand, "I'm Kevin."
"Nice to meet you too."

A/N: This was a piece from Cafe Chi that did over a month but I was having lots of problems with my computer (still am) and so did not post it at the time. Not my best piece of writing but I feel like this little passage has some potential should I ever choose to do something more with it.

Percillant

I stared up at the darkening sky as the waves gently washed my feet. My toes squished with wet sand between them and the wind quietly made itself known. A deep sigh escaped my companions lips. Falcon was sitting a few feet behind me. I heard a second sigh and this time I turned back to look at him. He was a disheveled mess. His pants were ripped into shorts, though I was pretty sure he did not do that intentionally. His shirt was bloodstained and his face had dirt and grime smeared across it. War, it does things to people.
"It doesn't have to be this way," I had not realized he was looking at me.
"What do you mean?" I raised an eyebrow, "She said-"
He cut me off, "she's percillant, it doesn't mean she is right."
 War, it does thing to people. There it was again, that thought that was not mine.
"What if someone hears you?" I glanced around quickly.
"What if someone does?" He shrugged and stood up.
"They could-"
"What?! What could they possibly do? Please tell me!" He waved his hands in front of himself.
War, it does things to people.
"STOP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I yelled suddenly.
Falcon looked taken aback, "I'm not in your head."
I was seriously losing it. War, it does things to people. Not again.
"War, it does thing to people," that time it sounded like someone said it out loud. It was too high to be Falcon's voice. I looked around desperately.
"War, it does things to people."
Shut up.
"I didn't say anything."
Oh! I said that out loud.
"War-"
"SHUT UP!" I put my hands over my ears and dropped to my knees, "SHUT UP! Shut up!"
Silence.
I felt two hands on my shoulders and looked up. Falcon was kneeling in front of me, peering at my face.
I stared him straight in the eye and said, "War, it does things to people."

A/N: This piece was written yesterday during Cafe Chi (my writing club). The prompt: write a short story with your own made up word. My word was percillant, hence the title. See if you can guess what my word means.

Prompt

If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be?

If I could have any animal in the world (or make-believe world) as a pet I would probably have a Pegasus. A flying horse, what could be better than that? His coat would be a nice tan with a black mane. His wings would be a black like the feathers of a crow. His name would Shadow Mane. He would be very spirited and would love to spend his time flying about and often being silly. I think that he would probably get into trouble a lot too, especially if there were other horses or pegasi around. I bet though if there were not any others around he would probably get fairly lonely because I would not be able to spend all of my time with him as I unfortunately have responsibilities that I actually have to attend to. Obviously, I would make sure that he is well fed with oats and apples, and maybe even a few dandelions. I would give him of water and lots of space so he could run and fly around. I would go out riding in the morning and in the evening and would laze about with him in his stable stall.  

A/N: I was looking online for things to write about and I came across a page with a few different prompts, unfortunately, I don't remember the site.

Writing Update

If you are wondering as to why I have not posted in a while my computer has not been working very well. At this point I have to resort to using my iPad if I want to post anything online for your reading enjoyment. I finally got my nano novel backed up and so now I am going to try and de-fragment my computer and see if that works, wish me luck!
Now, just because I cannot type on my laptop does not mean I have not been writing or working on my novel. I have this app on my iPad that is called "A Novel Idea" and I have found it very useful for organizing my thoughts and ideas lately, even though I have not been able to work directly on my novel. I have written up a couple of character profiles and done a little profiling with the entire novel as well. Also, I have been trying to think up a title for my Nano novel as I still have not given it an official name. Part of my problem is that I cannot decide if I want to be a prequel to "Dreamscape" (that is the working title of my baby) or if I want it to be completely separate.
Here are a few of my title ideas (keep in mind that my novel is based off sleeping beauty):

~Not a Cinderella Story (this was the working title for a while)
~Faeries (I don't really like this one but I was thinking that it would go well if I called my baby "Demons")
~Pirates, fairies, and normal people (this one would have to be completely separate from "Dreamscape" because it sounds just to quirky and fun to be associated with a more mature story.)
~Something sleeping beauty-ish (again, only if this novel is stand alone)
~It has been told before... (don't really like this one, not sure why I have it written down.)
~Meridian (the name of the kingdom in the novel, if I were to go with this title I would call my baby "Taryn".)

Those are my ideas so far and I do not feel particularly happy with any of them. I think that I will need to keep searching those creative waters for ideas.