The Guiding Light

The Guiding Light

By Anna Bella

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I’ve been asleep for hours and awaken to use the restroom. I struggle to get out of my bed and put on my fluffy night slippers and open my door to go down the hall. As I eagerly return through the hallway to go back sleep, I am completely shocked to realize that my room has been closed back in with only a beaming blue light coming through the outline of the door. My heart skips a beat and my eyes widen. I have fully awaken from my half awake half asleep self. I begin to tremble and wonder if I’m still dreaming. My heart beats faster and faster. My palms begin to sweat and fear starts to consume me. What movie did I watch last night, I try to remember. I approached the door and slowly peer inside. I notice the light has one source from something within. Everything else in my room appears exactly how I left it instead with this blue light shining on it. I slowly open the door and to my surprise my phone turns out to be the source with a mini transparent human standing in the midst of the strong blue light. I approach closer to realize that it was a mini me inside the light. It spoke up and said “Hello Anna Bella, I’m Anna Bella.” I was taken aback and thought I really have to be sleeping because this is really insane. Someone must’ve given me something bad to eat or drink. I have to be more careful next time, I thought. She continue to spoke and said, “You aren’t sleeping. I guess I could say we aren’t sleeping. I am your higher self, the all knowing you, the true inside of you.” At this point I’m not sure if I should believe this or not. Afterall, it could be a trick. Maybe it’s another captivating dream that I’m going to be awoken from shortly. I’ll be mad for a few minutes and then forget all about it later. I decide to play along with it. Might as well enjoy this magical experience while it last. “Oh, right, How could I not remember you?,” I sarcastically say to this creature. She responded, ” You don’t fool me, because you are me.” ” Enough with this nonsense, why are you here,” I demand to know. “We never know how to relax and be calm. Always feisty and snappish. There’s no time to debate who I am. Just know that I’m here to help you. There’s alot of people you need to help and we also need to help ourselves too.” “How do I know that I can trust you,” I ask. She said, “look out that window and you’ll notice that your mom and dad have returned.” “That’s ridiculous, they were on a plane heading to Hawaii the last time I spoke to them,” I exclaimed. “Go see for yourself.” I walked over to the window and looked out and to my surprise, my parents were driving into the driveway just like she said. “Now what,” I said to myself. Now what?
To Be Continued…

Also published on the youngwritersproject.org

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Hope in the Rubble

Here’s another great dda I decided to respond to.

This is my fictional account of this moment (imagining how he feels.)

Hope In the Rubble

By Anna Bella

James looked at his old record player remembering how he had everything he had ever needed. He never had to work for anything because his parents had left him enough money to take care of himself forever or so they thought. But here it was they had not thought of everything when the planes sent bombs onto the family estate amongst other civilian homes. James felt tears roll down his cheeks as he felt alone and lost in the world. The cold winds blew the tears on his cheek to a mini frozen river and caused him extra pain. The records spun a song that touched his heart and made him feel like there was still hope left for him. He truly was alone as he had never married and never had children. He had believed during all of his life that it was enough to have money and that it would always be there for him versus people in his opinion. He had thought that money and wealth was eternal. Not only was his home destroyed by the bombs but also the stocks had crashed 3 weeks before in his city. James reached over and put his favorite record into the player. Luckily, it wasn’t destroyed during all that happened. He pulled out his father’s old pipe and smoked some tobacco and he sang to the music saying “I know change gonna come.”

 

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Futurephobia 2 (fiction)

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By Anna Bella

I fell down to the ground. A few shattered pieces of skull and bone. The blood oozed onto the sidewalk. Wisdom was there but couldn’t help me. Sometimes one needs to experience how people fall so you never fall again. Escaped with my life I did. An angel stuck out his hand to me and bid me die not in the street. He fused the skull and bone and put them back into place. He didn’t heal it completely. I know where the bruise is til this day. Look in the mirror or feel the slight soreness and I remember. I remember what was like to hit the pavement. Everyone says to watch your steps. But if you watch where you’re stepping you can also walk right into things. Can one watch his feet and look ahead too? What about behind? We need to see what’s coming from behind too. How cautious can we be? Who knows? A head full of eyes would most likely suffice.

I’m alive so why are you angry? Do you want me in dust? Scattered amongst the rest of the earth.  Forgotten matter trampled upon.

Futurephobia

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Futurephobia by Anna Bella (fiction)

I don’t feel safe anymore. I’ve been violated and disgraced in the deepest parts of my soul. Maybe I should just stay locked up inside my house. After all, it’s the safest place to be now. In a moment your whole life can just be altered to the worst. No one ever wants to think that they would be raped but now I have been. My future is a dark place with hunter traps and sinkholes. No one can protect me. Alone in the shadows, they threw a net over me and pulled me into the dark abyss. I am forever lost.

…..TO BE CONTINUED