Saturday, December 18, 2010

Writing Prompt - Genuphobia (fear of knees or kneeling)

I decided to try another writing prompt.  Enjoy!

Create a character that has an unusual phobia. Write a scene that causes that character to face his fear.
Alice Montgomery was a genuphobe.  She could not remember when her fear of knees first started.  There was not a traumatic event that she could remember.  She grew up in a normal, middle-class, Catholic family.  As her fear progressed she had to leave the Catholic Church because it required too much kneeling and she could not handle such a stressful situation.  Her parents were disappointed but they understood. 
Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery had always been perplexed by their daughter’s strange fear.  When she was a little girl, Alice would cry and shake hysterically if she fell and scratched her knee but she never let them care for or bandage her injury.  Eventually she stopped riding her bike and playing basketball in the driveway to avoid such injuries.  As a joke, her older brother, Malcolm, would sometimes put his knee pads on her bed.  Alice would become panic-stricken and refused to sleep in her own bed for weeks.  Her parents just chalked it up to a phase and didn’t pay it much mind.
When Alice was 13 years old, her fear had grown increasingly worse.  Her friends all joined the middle school volleyball team but Alice refused because of the knee pads and increased chance of scraping her knees.  Her English teacher was the girls’ soccer coach and tried to encourage Alice to join the team but Alice declined.  She knew that knee injuries were common in soccer.  She even refused to watch the World Cup with her family. 
One day in science class, Alice had been sitting at her desk diligently working on an assignment when the bell rang, startling her.  Alice jumped and hit her right knee on the cross bar that connected the desk to the chair.  For anyone else this would not have been a big deal but for Alice, it was terrifying.  She jumped out of her seat and began hyperventilating until she passed out.  When she woke up, she was lying on a cot in the school nurse’s office and the nurse had an ice pack on her bruised knee.  Alice screamed and kicked her leg up in the air to remove the ice pack, kicking the nurse in the nose and breaking it.  For months afterwards kids would tease her in the hallways and some went as far as to put knee pads in her locker just to watch her go to pieces.  Alice became constantly anxious and nervous both at school and at home.  Her teachers had to bring in tables that were not attached to the chairs because Alice refused to sit in the desks that everyone else used.
Her parents became concerned that Alice’s fear was not a phase and that their little girl might, in fact, be crazy.  Week after week they drove Alice to different pediatric offices hoping to find an answer.  Most of the doctors brushed it off as a childhood phase and refused to listen further.  A couple doctors gave her different medicines to try and treat the symptoms caused by her fear.  Most of those medicines made Alice very sleepy and sluggish.  Her grades started to suffer because she was falling asleep in class so often.  Eventually her parents gave up, as they could not find anyone who could help their paranoid daughter.  Alice stopped taking the medicine and her parents stopped taking her to doctors.  They just decided it was Alice being Alice and there was nothing they could do to help their daughter.
Throughout the rest of her teen years, Alice became good at avoidance.  Anything she thought would cause any contact with her knees she avoided.  She never wore pants, instead, chose to wear short skirts and shorts year round.  She stopped going to church.  She even refused to get her driver’s license because the steering wheel sat too close to her knees.  Alice did not have any friends and she was alone most of the time.  She spent most of her free time writing stories that took place in magical lands where no one had knees.  Her parents and brother grew increasingly concerned about her future and what would become of their peculiar Alice.
Alice went on to college to study writing.  She wanted to be a novelist so she could stay in her little protected world.  She wrote and sold her first story during her senior year.  The book was about a dancer who had her knees removed leading to a spectacular dancing career.  Alice’s book sold enough copies to sustain her for several years after graduation, during which time, she wrote several other books.  She was successful but was growing increasingly lonely. 
Alice went to dinner at her parents’ house every Sunday with her brother.  Malcolm was in college on a basketball scholarship and was the apple of their parents’ eye.  One particular Sunday, Malcolm brought home a friend from school.  His friend’s name was Thomas and Alice was immediately attracted to him.  She had closed herself off from people for so long that she had forgotten how nice a connection could feel.  Thomas appeared to be attracted to Alice as well.  Throughout dinner Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery doted on Malcolm, as usual.  Of course, Malcolm enjoyed the attention and spent most of the meal talking about his basketball games and how he was the star of the team.  Alice and Thomas stole shy glances at one another throughout dinner when they thought no one was looking.
At the end of the evening, Alice was in the kitchen washing dishes while the rest of her family and Thomas were in the family room watching a DVD of Malcolm’s most recent game.  While she was drying the dishes, Thomas slipped into the kitchen.
“Alice, I was wondering if you would like to grab a coffee with me later this evening,” Thomas said.
Startled by his presence, Alice jumped slightly but agreed, “That sounds lovely.  There is a coffee shop on Main Street.  I can meet you there at 9:00.”  Thomas smiled and then snuck back into the family room while Alice finished putting away the dishes.
That evening Alice and Thomas sat in the coffee shop talking until it closed.  Then they moved to Thomas’ car and talked some more.  As Thomas drove Alice home, she asked him some questions.
“Thomas, you didn’t tell me.  How did you meet my brother?”
“Well,” Thomas started, “I am studying to be an orthopedic surgeon so I have been shadowing the team’s doctor and that means attending practices and games.”
“Why would you need to shadow the basketball team’s doctor?” Alice inquired.
“I’m hoping to go on to work with players in the NBA and maybe some college players.  I plan to specialize in knee injuries,” Thomas answered. 
Alice froze.  They were five minutes from her house and she felt her heart start to beat faster and her breath quickened. 
“Alice, what’s wrong?” Thomas was concerned by the sudden silence.  Alice did not respond.  “Alice?” Thomas slowed down the car and pulled over to the side of the street.  Alice immediately jumped out of the car and started to run.
“Alice!” Thomas yelled chasing her down the street.  He was bewildered by this sudden change in his date.  “Please wait!  Please talk to me!”
Alice slowed down but not because Thomas asked.  It was dark and she knew that running increased her chances of tripping and scraping her knees.  She was breathing hard and could barely get any words out, “Please….take…me…to…my parents” and then she fainted.
When she awoke, she was lying in her old bed at her parents’ house and her mom was sitting next to her, worried.
“Honey, are you ok now?” Her mother asked and Alice shook her head.
“Where’s Thomas?” Alice asked, already knowing the answer. 
“He went home dear,” her mother said, “he was very worried about you and we explained your history.  I told him there was nothing else he could do here and to just go on home.  Then he left.”  Alice was not shocked that he left but she was surprised that instead of feeling relieved at avoiding him she, instead, felt sad.  Her mother sensed her sadness and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
“He left you a note, Alice,” her mother said.  “I wasn’t going to give it to you but your dad said I should.”  Mrs. Montgomery handed Alice the letter and then left the room.
Alone, Alice opened the paper with her hands shaking. 
Dear Alice,
I have never met someone I felt so connected to in such a short period of time.  I know that you suffer from genuphobia.  Please don’t let that keep us apart.  I know we can work through it together.  Please let me help you.  I will be waiting tomorrow night at the fountain in front of city hall.  If you want to be with me, please show up at 7:30.  I will be waiting for you.
Love,
Thomas
            Alice clutched the letter to her chest filled with so much emotion.  She knew she had felt that connection too.  She knew what she had to do. 
            The next night at 7:30, Thomas paced back and forth in front of the fountain.  He had not slept the night before; worried that Alice may not come.  He checked his watch every minute that passed 7:30.  He was willing to wait here all night if it meant seeing her again.  Finally at 8:15, he saw Alice walking up the street.  His heart leaped into his throat.  She’s here.  She feels this too, he thought.
            Alice approached the cross walk, the only thing separating her from Thomas.  He smiled and she blushed.  He could hardly keep himself from running to her but he did not want to appear too eager.  Alice started across the street and then stopped.  Thomas felt as if the whole world stopped in that moment, even the breeze that was whistling between the trees paused.  Alice looked down and pulled a piece of paper from her purse.  She slowly folded it length wise and then folded again.  When she was done, Thomas could see she had folded a paper airplane.  Alice held it up and threw the plane.  Without the breeze blowing, it glided swiftly towards Thomas and he caught it, his heart beating a mile a minute.  Thomas unfolded the paper and read.
Dearest Thomas,
I felt that connection too.  I have never connected with another human being the way I did with you.  My heart is filled with emotion.  This feels like something that only happens in the movies.
However, this cannot be.  I will never be able to look at you without seeing my greatest fear.  I will never be able to let you touch me without knowing where your hand has been.  This breaks my heart but this cannot go on any further.
I am sorry.
Love,
Alice
             Heartbroken, Thomas stared at the page for a minute.  No, he thought, I know we can work this out.  He looked up to plead his case but Alice was gone.  It was as if she had vanished.  His heart sunk.  Alice chose fear over love.  It did not matter what he said or did, he would only be a giant knee to her. 


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Writing Prompt - The Holiday Party

I recently discovered a great online resource for writers.  The website www.writersdigest.com is an excellent resource for any one interested in writing.  I stumbled upon a list of writing prompts and decided to try one out tonight.  Basically they give you a brief synapsis to get you started and then you write from that.  It's helpful to get your creativity flowing and get some additional writing practice.  Hope you enjoy my little experiment.

The prompt:  After drinking a few too many eggnogs at your annual holiday party, you wake up the next morning realizing you did some things you now regret. Write an e-mail to your boss that will ensure you still get a raise next year.

Dear Ms. Jones,
As I sit here recovering from what I can only assume was a severe case of behavior-altering food poisoning, I decided to write you this letter to apologize for Saturday night.  The work that you put in to create such a lovely and memorable holiday party for our group is much appreciated.  My husband and I had a delightful time.
When we first arrived, I hope you can forgive me for brushing past you to get in line at the bar.  Out of concern for my fellow coworkers (and one day maybe my subordinates), I wanted to make sure the bar and its bartender were of the utmost quality.  I did not realize at the time that the bartender was your boyfriend when I dropped my keys three times forcing him to bend over in front of me.  Had I known that he had volunteered out of the kindness of his heart, I would not have smacked his bottom quite so hard nor would I have instructed him to shake what his mother gave to him.  I am certain that his mother (God rest her soul) was a lovely woman.  Hopefully you were able to see my assertive nature and how well I am able to motivate people.
I know that family is important to you so I hope that you were able to view firsthand the commitment shared between my husband and I.  The multiple shots of tequila we drank encouraged my husband to become quite amorous.  He enjoyed the conversation you and I were having so much that he felt it necessary to show his appreciation.  Our company often encourages diversity and embracing different cultures.  I don’t want to brag but I do study different cultures in order to better myself.  In some cultures it is a sign of great respect when a man “motorboats” a woman in a public place.  My husband felt very drawn to the point you made about helping the homeless on Thanksgiving and he wanted to express his appreciation.  After I stopped cheering and laughing, I hope that you took notice of the way I conveyed constructive criticism.  Next time I assure you my husband will not leave as much saliva on your sweater.  I plan to follow up with him to confirm my instructions are followed.
I think I can speak for everyone in attendance when I say that the karaoke machine was a great idea.  It was such fun to see everyone singing their favorite tunes and dancing with the group.  Being a team player, my choice of song was meant to be a team building opportunity.  I thought the team would get a kick out of singing along to the uncensored 2 Live Crew medley I created at home.  I do not believe the song choice itself was to blame for the fight though.  I don’t think our Human Resources Manager was a fan of the interpretive dance I performed on her husband’s lap.  I did try to make it clear to her that her husband seemed to enjoy it.  She did not seem to be receptive to my suggestion about removing the company’s policy manual from her rear end in order to please her husband better.  I always thought that the Human Resources department was interested in helping people improve but I guess I was wrong.  I think that you will be pleased though that I was able to go through the proper channels in HR to diffuse a volatile situation.  I also think that I displayed good self-control when I stopped myself from punching her in the face a fourth time. 
It was very kind of you to provide escorts to help us to our car.  I think it speaks highly of our company that the local police officers are willing to provide services at our holiday parties.  I did want to make sure and let you know that some money will need to come out of our budget to pay for one of the officer’s dry cleaning bill.  The food poisoning really kicked in after my eighth whiskey and I was violently ill.  I am so glad to hear that no one else in the department drank the whiskey that night (or at least I assume that since no one else seemed as sick as I was).  Next year we may want to buy a different brand of whiskey to avoid this situation.  I think you will find that I am able to discover areas needing improvement and am quick to offer a solution. 
Again, I apologize if my illness on Saturday caused you any distress.  Looking back, I should have continued drinking tequila after my sixth shot instead of switching to whiskey but we live and learn, right?   I am looking forward to my performance review this week and hope that you will consider me for advancement in the department.

Sincerely,
Sara

P.S.  My husband and I would like to invite you and your boyfriend over for a party next week.  It will just be a handful of close friends.  Please bring your keys and an open mind.