Creative Writing Prompt

[desime101]

Carrie Underwood "Blown Away"

I look around the surroundings I had put myself in: the tornado shelter under my house. There's no tornado outside, nature isn't threatening me in any way. Someone else is. For several years now, since my mother died, my father hasn't been himself. Him and I, we were close. We would play catch, go fishing, do things that most people do with their father. But when mom died, he left me. Not in the physical sense, no, but he was never the same. He apparently thought that I could never help him to deal with this hurt-that I was also experiencing- so he turned to alcohol. I've never understood his motives for doing so, and I don't think I ever will. However, I've always tried to help him.
Until today. Today, he's crossed the line. He didn't hurt me or anything, he's decided that nothing is my fault. That should be a good thing, right? Except for who it was that he chose to blame instead of me. My mother. My mother who died at the young age of 31 in a car accident. He's decided that all of his troubles were her fault, that it was her fault she died. I had thought some horrible things to reply to him in that moment, but instead I ran away. I ran here, to the cellar. There is no danger facing me, but I wish there was. I wish that right now, the skies would get dark. Dry lightning would crack it's way through and pierce the sky. An amazingly powerful whirlwind would spin its way over to my home, picking up everything in its path. It would blow away everything in its way, and with it, it would take all of my problems, all my troubles. They would be gone, just like that. They would be blown away.

[Thing Two]

Bump

[Dagnysola]

The sound of trumpets pierced the evening silence. We watched as the riders road past. But where was Senred? I looked to his commander and knew in an moment my brother was not coming back. As wails form mother's father's sisters and brothers rose to the sky at the knees of yes we won the war but some were not competing home. My song rose to meet the sky. Wails falling away to listen. "Morsgul en' nwalma canth wata vanwa lye er ohta wan trenuf nan' mani ento o genus lye o atar antho lye o atar antho hal i' wendo ar' lentloth mankoi den lle lenta o toror' il a' rentha yaren vesta linth lost sii' "o" i' emonthren shae ar' duin i' gurtha en' Marquelie ar' Anthrel." Tears streamed down my face as the song for the last person of my family faded out of hearing but not my mind.


TranslationDeath of sadness comes washes over us one war was won but what next oh guide us o father above teach us o father above heal the wounds and loss why did you leave o brother not to return your promise lies empty now o the emotional ocean and river the death of October and April.