16. Writing - 100themesWriting was always a problem for Elenore. She could speak four languages fluently, but couldn’t write well at all. She was used to getting papers back with comments saying her handing writing was illegible. Often, Elenore mixed languages while writing.
Usually, only Elenore could read her own writing. It was messy, large, all over the place, and hard to read.
15. Phone Call - 100themesElenore woke up to a ringing telephone. The alarm clock read 3:14. She groaned and rolled out of bed to get the phone. She was going to yell at the person calling until she saw it was her brother. Her tired eyes lit up and she answered immediately.
“Hello,” Elenore said, sitting on her bed.
“Hey, Ellie,” Sam’s voice was calm and happy.
“Sam,” Elenore grinned so much, it could be heard in Baghdad by Sam. “It’s three in the morning.”
“For you. Not here,” Sam laughed. “I have to make it quick, others want to use the phone. I just wanted to tell you I’m alright and well. I love you and I miss you, Elle belle.”
“I miss you, too, Sammie,” Elenore said quietly.
“I love you. I’ll be okay, okay?” Sam assured her.
“Okay. I love you, too. Call Julie Ann, she misses you too,” Elenore reminded him.
“I will. Sleep well.”
13. Mother's Love - 100themesWhen Jesse was little, he would have nightmares and run, crying to his mother. She would hold him in her arms and sing to him. She would rock him back and forth and say “Mommy’s here. It’s okay.”
When Jesse reached adolescence, he struggled with school and stole daily. He got arrested and his grades slipped to straight D’s. Jesse snapped and yelled at his mother, taking everything out on her. He proceeded to cry and apologize. His mother hugged him, sang to him, and said, “I will love you no matter what you do, Jesse. It’s okay. Mommy’s here.”
When Jesse began paying his own bills, had his own house and car, and was living on his own, he got stressed out with finances. He would visit his mom and she would sing to him and hug him and say, “It’s okay, Jesse. Things will get easier. I’m here for you.”
When she was on her death bed, Jesse held her hand and cried. He sang to her and hugged her and said, “It&
37. Crimson - 100themesHe was a liar and she was proud. He’d messed with her heart and her mind. This was her getting back. She drove to every bar in town. He would be trying to sleep around, even though he said he was just out with the boys. Elenore knew.
She found his car, a black Cadillac, parked at the sixth bar she checked. She pulled everything out of the car, soaked it in kerosene and set it on fire. She smashed in the window and destroyed the headlights. She slashed the tires and ripped off the bumper.
She walked away with a crimson smile.
30. Blanket -100themesElenore was groggy and sick. She was curled up on the couch at home, feeling miserable. She was waiting for Parker to arrive with soup. When he did arrive, he let himself in and ventured to the living room. He took a seat on the edge of the couch.
“Hey, baby, how’re you feeling?”
Elenore groaned in response.
Parker brushed hair out of her face and stroked her cheek lightly. She was warm with a fever. However, she was curled up so tightly, it suggested she felt cold.
“I brought you a blanket and soup,” Parker murmured.
He draped the blanket he’d brought from home over Elenore. It was soft and thick. It smelled like him. Elenore pulled it close to her face and shut her eyes. The blanket made her feel protected.
She refused the soup when offered, content with lying comfortably under the blanket until she felt better. And she did just that.
12. Insanity - 100themesIt was the kind of thing that happened slowly; slowly enough that she didn’t really notice. Life started to loosen its hold on her. She made an attempt to grab it back, but it slipped through her fingertips.
Her happy thoughts fell with her life. Soon her entire mind was swallowed by darkness. The darkness turned into words of evil. The words told her she would never make it. She was fat. Her face was hideous. Clothes would never fit correctly. Her hair would never look good. She didn’t deserve to live.
These thoughts ate away her happiness. When someone looked at her, she immediately assumed there was another thing wrong with her. When the girls behind her giggled, they were clearly laughing at her.
Her thoughts got eviler and her happiness faded completely. She slipped into a state of terror and fear. She slipped into a state of insanity.
11. Darkness - 100themes“Damn, it’s dark,” Jesse mumbled.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Elenore retorted.
“We’re gonna die.”
“Yeah, maybe,” Elenore said, not sounding scared at all.
“I don’t want to die,” Jesse whined.
“It’s so dark and we’re gonna die.”
“Shut the hell up, Jesse,” Elenore hissed.
“It’s kinda cold, too.”
Elenore punched him in the gut. How she managed to aim with the lack of light was a mystery to Jesse. The punch really hurt, too.
Jesse sucked in his breath when he saw red beady eyes look at him through the darkness. A second later, the eyes closed and there was a howl. Jesse knew Elenore had attacked. She must have had night vision because Jesse would have been dead trying to fight with no light.
9. Smile - 100themesHe planted a soft kiss on her nose, making a smile form on her lips. Smiling was so strange, something she was not used to, though it was becoming more familiar. Just thinking about him could make a smile slide across her lips.
Having her heart stolen made her feel vulnerable and weak yet blissful and weightless. Her thoughts consisted of him and mostly him. He made her smile. That was not an easy feat for most. But, he could make her smile just by saying hello.
Scotty stole a kiss, his lips brushing against hers. He stole her breath too, making her forget how to breathe. She kissed him back; trying to remember to breath, but eventually gave up. The world could go up in flames and she would be blissfully unaware.
5. Loneliness - 100themesJesse had plenty of friends. In fact, many people in that small town loved him. So, why did he feel so lonely all the time? He was surrounded by people he loved, yet, he felt like no one really saw him.
Jesse was different, sure. But, did that make people not be able to see who he really was? Was he hiding behind a face that was not his?
These thoughts swirled through Jesse’s head every now and again. And the worst part of it was, he couldn't tell anyone because who would care to listen?
Jesse hated this feeling of loneliness.