Thursday, February 5, 2015

Thingy Thursdays #7

A fascinating object that begged at the chance for a story. 

    A number and a fingerprint. 
     That's what everyone gets. 
     We are required to wear it around our necks on a chain. 
     Why, you ask?  I suppose I can tell you. 

     Why does everyone ask why?  That's what I want to know

     But I don't make empty promises, so here goes.

     I'm not like you.  There.  I said it.  Me and my friends.  We aren't like anyone.  And sometimes, we can't hide that difference. 

     Some people call us demons.  I prefer shapeshifter.  We're not anything evil.  People are just afraid of us.  Afraid because they do not understand.  But that's okay.  I understand, and I'm used to it. 

     I know you're thinking it.  You want to know what exactly I shapeshift INTO.  Well. It clearly isn't human, or we wouldn't need to carry fingerprints around our necks.  The people here always want to know who we are.  Or, more accurately, who we were.  They think that somehow it justifies their ability to judge us.  Treat us like human, and just maybe we will be.  

     I laugh in their faces.

     Who am I? Who are WE? We are creatures of myths and legends.  We are the ones you warn your children about at night.  We are in fairytales.  We are in dreams.  We are in nightmares.  

     But even more than that, we are in your world.  Most of the time we look like you.  But don't think for one second that we ARE like you. 

     The ones that keep us locked away have many theories, but nothing they can prove.  We've been called aliens, monsters, demons.  But it's not always bad.  One time my little sister was called an angel. 

     What the people don't seem to understand is that they see only what they want to see. 
     We are not people.  We are hopes.  Ideas.  Imaginations. 

     And yet we still have fingerprints. Well.  Allow me to explain. 
     There IS a part of us that is human.  In fact, we are nothing more than children.  More like the ghosts of children, to be honest. 

     Please don't think I mean this literally.  I don't. 
     I'm not a human child that has died--no.  I'm the child inside you.  Or--I used to be inside you.  But then you grew up. Very few adults have learned how to keep their inner-child.  The little person full of magic and wonder.  

     So now you see, we can be anything.  Anything at all.
     Why are people afraid of us?  Perhaps it is because they don't want to accept the fact that they have grown up.  Left us behind.  We really are ghosts. 

     The fingerprints we wear are not really ours.  They are of who we used to belong to.
     My it yours?

God bless,
~Amy Rochelle


  1. Oh my. I am in awe. Amy, you ate a truly talented person. I hope I can someday manage to write half as well as you. I really love how you did that story. When I saw the picture and the description I thought it would be spy-y. Am I disappointed? NO! I LOVE what you did with it. I can't wait until one of your books is out so I can read it!

    1. Wow. Thank you so, so much!!! One of my favorite things to do is to make something unexpected, different, original. I'm so glad I was able to surprise you in that way!

  2. You are such an amazing author! I love your unique work! I can't wait untill you are published! It will be do great! Thank you for being an amazing inspiration!
    A Fellow Writer
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    1. Thank you so much! Your encouragement really means a lot to me! If you ever have any questions at all feel free to ask! And I love how you're doing a writing blog with a friend. Having a writing buddy is beyond helpful at times. It's great to have someone to bounce ideas off of.

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