I’m going to introduce a new segment to my blog to help me with my creative writing. Something some of you may or may not know about me is that, above all else, I have always wanted to be a published author. I have not always been confident in myself, but I have never doubted my writing ability. Writing is the one thing about myself that I will never downplay or be coy about. Each week I will choose a writing prompt from either Pinterest or an app from my phone, I will write a short story around it. Tell me what you think!
This week, I’m using a Random First Line (RFL) from the WritingExercises App on my phone.
“You were meant to be watching him!”
“You were meant to be watching him!” I yelled at Declan, frantically running to grab my jacket off the back of my chair.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know he’d burst into flames!” Declan exclaimed.
Funnily enough, he wasn’t being ironic. Rowan’s way of testing new people was by bursting into flames to see how they’d react. Obviously Declan’s reaction was exactly what he’d hoped for.
“I told you; he’s like an animal. He can smell fear,” I joked as we ran out the door.
“Well, please forgive me for not expecting your six-year-old brother to literally blow up when I told him I was out of candy,” Declan replied sarcastically.
I knew he was worried. And probably scared. And knowing Declan, he was probably waiting for some sort of explanation. I mean, you can’t exactly blame your new boyfriend for freaking out when your brother bursts into flames spontaneously.
“It’s a thing that’s been happening since he was born. It’s why he has to be home-schooled. Everyone in town knows about it; you can’t exactly keep that a secret in a town of less than 3,000 people. Did no one warn you when we started spending time together?” I asked. We were already in my truck, driving to Rowan’s favorite park.
“No, but at what point would, ‘You’re new here, so you should know that your girlfriend’s brother can set himself on fire at will,’ have organically come up in conversation?” he replied.
“Oh, c’mon. You should know by now that they don’t need something to come up organically to talk about it. And he didn’t set himself on fire; he has pyrokinesis. To be honest, he’s got amazing control over it, especially for a child.”
“There he is! On the slide!” Declan interrupted.
I pulled the truck into a parking spot on the street next to the park, and I turned off the ignition. Rowan made eye contact with me and knew not to attempt to bolt. He’s figured out at this point that it’s best to just listen.
“So, what, he went to preschool at Xavier’s School for Gifted Children?” Declan asked sarcastically.
“Very funny,” I retorted.
“Sage, you have to admit this sounds like comic book stuff, right?” Declan asked incredulously.
“Well, yeah, when you say it like that. But this isn’t comic book stuff. It’s real. And it’s more common than you think,” I remarked.
“How common?” Declan was both intrigued and skeptical.
“Well, for starters, my parents actually run the school for Gifted Children,” I start.
“For starters? That’s the start?” he asked, mouth agape.
“And I might have gone there as a child…” I trailed off.
Declan stopped. When he turned to look at me, his face was pale.
Instead of waiting for him to ask for clarification (I had a feeling he wasn’t in the most communicative states), I explained.
“I have telekinesis,” I told him, matter-of-fact.