
Prompts Used; (At least 3)
Such a interesting age, this age of bleeding.
Chloe, a person of disbelief and beauty, the darkness in my life.
This century, this time of obsessed faith.
Story; (minimum of 300 words, unlimited total)
I used to be perfect; the town's golden boy. The mothers would whisper to their young viscets to sit up straighter as I walked by, or wave hello. All the senior viscets would fawn over me when I visited them. I lived in a small secluded town, the type of place where everyone knows each other, like family. It was in the middle of the forest, and seemed quite quaint to any passerby. It was a perfect place, where everyone was delightful. These viscets based their whole lives around their religion. To what meets the eye, the town seemed quite normal. Viscets gathered to worship their god, they wished wellness on those around them , and they celebrated holidays praising their god. I grew up in a small two child family who focused solely on our worship; the prime example of a perfect family. My parents took me and my sister to the weekly worship in the temple, we helped those not as fortunate as ourselves, and we always put our town's needs before ours. There was no wonder why I was the shining star in this town.
Any passerby could wander into this little wonder of a town, and walk out knowing the ins and outs of our little lifestyle. Ask anyone about our religion and they would be beyond pleased to tell you. However, there is one thing our town likes to keep a little secret. Once every 5 years, there was a drawing; The Bleeding. Two young viscets , a boy and girl, would be randomly selected to perform a sacrifice to the god. The ritual itself was quite brutal. They would be drained of their blood, which was said to purify the whole city. At the time, I thought this completely normal. In fact, I considered being selected quite honorable. I knew this would never happen though, because the lower classed families were more likely to be chosen. Our saints said that if a low classed child was selected, their family would move up in religious rank. As our family was utterly perfect in the eyes of most, I knew there was no chance for me. I must admit, this procedure seemed completely normal to me at the time.
Anyways, it was my normal cheerful day. I walked my routinely pathway to the market, to pick up fresh bread for breakfast. Everyone was hustling around, decorating for The Bleeding which was right around the corner. Families hustled around like ants after their mound was destroyed. They each stopped to say hello and blessed my day. Everyone displayed their religion like a proud mother. No one wanted to be at the bottom of the religious social circle, for although no one would admit it, no parent wanted their young viscet sacrificed. Without a doubt, it was my town's busiest time of year.
Every residence shone, for the viscets had adorned their homes with bright red lights. All except one. At the end of the street, overlooking a small river was a dark twisted house. The windows were barred up, and clearly whoever was inside didn't want people to disturb them. The house was bland too. The curtains drooped lifelessly and there was no indication of any personal belongings from what you could see. It was almost as if the viscet didn't want any one else to know about them.
But, everyone did. Her name was Chloe. She was around my age. She never came out of her house. She was an unbeliever. I had never seen her before. She lived alone. Her parents had died when she was two. Her caretakers left as soon as she was able to take care of herself. The facts were pretty simple. She was a nobody.
I always listened to my parents. I mean, I was a literal angel.
The sweetest, everyone would say. So, I don't know why I disobeyed them today.
Stay away from that house, my parents would always say. But, something about that place just seemed to draw me to it. Just like a moth to a flame, I drifted. I ignored the countless looks as I got closer to the home. I was on the doorstep when I realized what I was about to do. I saw the curtain flutter, and I lost my confidence, and darted home.
Later that Night
Mom, I think I'm going to bring Chloe some blood rush flowers. They were the brightest red flowers in our village, and were the centerpiece of every table during The Bleeding. I knew that Chloe wouldn't appreciate them, but it would be the only way for my parents to let me go. I also felt that if I had a specific purpose, I wouldn't chicken out like last time.
Excuse me, what? my mother almost shrieked. I swear her jaw almost touched the ground.
It would take almost all night to convince my parents, and I think I was just as surprised as them as to why I was so stubborn about visiting this viscet.
The next day I woke up early in the morning and set off to her house with the bouquet in my mouth. It seemed like no time when I was back in the exact same pawsteps as I was yesterday. The stairs creaked loudly as I walked up. I glanced around. It would be so embarrassing for my neighbors to see me right now. I approached the door, before realizing; by coming so early, Chloe would most likely be asleep. I shook my head, for I had not come all the way hear to just head home. Plus, the flowers, which were quite expensive, would most definitely wilt like a brand new wick set ablaze. I took a deep breath WIP
Extra's; (Unlimted art, up to 2 writing of 200 words each)