You wake covered in blood, clutching a diamond earring and no memory of the night before.

“Well this just isn’t appropriate.”

The blood I could have handled. The strangely elegant teardrop diamond earring? Nice find. But the nakedness? Well, that just wasn’t good.

I take pride in my body and have done so for decades. I even like the occasional naked romp here and there. Yet, one thing I don’t care for at all is nakedness with no memory with how I got into such a state. Nakedness is so enjoyable that it should always be remembered how you got there.

The blood covering much of my body had long since dried, so at least I didn’t have to worry about cleaning it off anything as I wandered through the house. There had to be some sort of trail from last night, though. I needed a trail to take me back over the course of events I couldn’t seem to remember.

Ah ha! There in the kitchen, I ignored the open bottles of spirits and dirty blender – margarita night? – and found the first few drops of blood that must have dripped off my body, or someone else’s, while I made my way to the living room couch.

When the trail led me to the not-so-secret door in my bedroom, I didn’t feel much surprise. In fact, had I not found the drops on the kitchen floor, I would have gone straight to the door next.

With the pull of a specific book on my bookshelf, the door opened with nary a creak or groan. Two flicks of switches just inside turned the light on and shut the door behind me.

Only then did the groans come and I frowned, hurrying down the steps. What had happened last night? I couldn’t have possibly left things in the state implied by how I woke up…

And yet, there she was when I emerged into the room at the end of the stairs. A young woman, blond, healthy but with curves… Chained to the wall with another. Her smaller companion apparently wasn’t made of such strong will, her body telling me she had already died without me having to smell it on her.

I smelled the air. Even the dried blood around the room gave off a distinct tang – a tang I knew…

“Please,” the blonde begged, what little energy she had forcing her voice above a whisper. “Please.”

Then I spotted a teardrop diamond earring on her right here, and I snapped my fingers. “You’re a virgin! No wonder I couldn’t remember last night – and why I was so messy; virgins always make me drunk.”

Not one to waste, I decided to finish her off. But slowly this time. I didn’t want a repeat of last night.

Picture Prompt: The Starry Night by Van Gogh http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:VanGogh-starry_night_ballance1.jpg

Stars may go out and mountains crumble, but as I look to the great glowing moon, flickering stars and tall mountain spire in the distance, they all feel eternal. While many would shift and squirm with such contemplation, I feel at peace.

I am content with feeling small.

Rather than feeling useless and pondering how quickly others will forget me when I am gone, I feel comforted by these long-lived giants. They have seen many lives before me and will see many lives after. I like to think they remember each one.

That is why mountains are so large and stars so bright, is it not? They are bright and big with the memories of so many wonderful, incredible lives that are lost to the rest of us…

Oh, to be a mountain or a star, existing for so long until the time comes that they, too, are memories within the hearts of their brothers and sisters…

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Okay. This should be interesting. Clock ready to time me… Prompt…

Pick an ordinary object, and give it an extraordinary use.

I’m not sure why I’m telling you this. I suppose the pressure just got too much. After all, what is more pressure than keeping a wonderful secret?

You see, I do have a secret. Like everyone does, of course. But this secret could very possibly change the world. Yes, yes, I know I’m being awfully dramatic, but it’s true! You don’t believe me? Well, I didn’t think you would. But let me tell you about the most amazing object on my desk…

I am an office supplies addict. That is no secret. But when I bought my last ordinary looking block of post-it notes (multi-colour with yellow on top followed by blue, pink and green), I never would have guess my life could change in such a way.

I used it like a normal block of post-it notes, as one would do. However, the other day I noticed as I was running my finger along the non-sticky end of the block that one of the pages had a mark. I had gotten the block on sale, so I thought maybe this is why it had been so cheap.

I searched for the marked pages and found it. With a black border all around it, I saw this simple sentence: “Beware hot coffee today.”

A joke? I thought so. Then three hours later, a coworker turned around too fast and spilled coffee all over me. All over me! I didn’t click with the message until later that night…

The next morning I flipped through the block to find the page just so I could take it out and have a laugh about the coincidence with my friends. I couldn’t find a marked page in the yellow section. Instead, I found a marked page in the pink section. A black border around it like before, the sentence read, “Buy a lottery ticket.”

I wasn’t believing at this point, but I grabbed a scratchie on my lunch break anyway, figuring there would be no harm to a little fun.

I won $600. No joke.

You can imagine what happened from there. Every day I check my future-telling post-it note block for advice about my day. The message is never anything especially stunning or extraordinary, but let’s just say that I’m a bit richer, a bit happier, dating again and checking out my odds on the stock market…