#StoryIn12 – March

#StoryIn12#StoryIn12 is the creation of the lovely Molly (aka @mollysdailykiss) and the equally lovely Wriggly Kitty (aka @Wriggly_Kitty).

Every day,  the #StoryIn12 flash fiction meme on twitter challenges writers to write a “complete” story in exactly 12 words, that includes the prompt word for that day.

Sex Bloggers for Mental Health

As many of you are aware, I am a long term sufferer of chronic depression.  Over on “The Zen Nudist” section of this site, I have written a number of posts covering this particular subject under the “Mind Matters” tag.

This month, I have been attempting to write the majority of my “stories” on the subject of mental health, and linking it to the “Sex Bloggers for Mental Health – #SB4MH” project created by Sassy Cat.

Here are mine for this month:

Unpredictable – The frequent unpredictable mood swings left countless scars on his tortured soul.

Problem – There are times when even the most insignificant problem can seem overwhelming.

Dog – The black dog walks beside me; an ever faithful if unwanted companion.

Common – The dark moods are far too common an occurrence at the moment.

Never – There are times when happiness never seems to be an achievable option.

Silver – The silver flecks in his beard marked the passing of the years.

Skirt – There should never be any need to skirt around mental health issues.

Hole Having reached the bottom of the hole, he began the long climb.

Show Putting on a show, I hide the battles raging in my mind.

Whisky Whisky or whiskey; either way it’s uisge beatha – the water of life.

Tired – He was tired of wearing the mask depression forced him to wear.

Whole – The whole was always greater than the sum of his fractured parts.

Cigarette – Years later, he could still recall the taste of his last cigarette.

Twice – He’d travelled that road twice before, there wouldn’t be a third time.

Nothing He played his final card, there was nothing more he could do.

Angry – There was no point being angry with the life fate had chosen.

Bottle – Once loose, the genie could never be put back inside the bottle.

Rules – You may break the rules so long as you accept the consequences…

Guilty – The only crime he was guilty of was loving her too much.

Pale – His pale northern skin could burn quickly in even the mildest sunshine.

Horrible – The realisation that it was finally all over was a horrible one.

Why – “Why me?” was the question he hurled into the cold, dark void.



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