E.M.’s Answer to Suffering – FPQ #141

This week, Fandango’s Provocative Question asks:

Do you agree that human suffering can be beneficial and that suffering is a necessary part of the human condition? Why or why not?


My answer is this:

Whether I agree or agree to disagree, suffering should not be necessary to live life. I do not believe that every human suffers, but I do believe that good humans suffer more than most. Some people have it easier than others, and as a person who normally suffers through every second of living, I wish it was different for me. I don’t think suffering has helped me do better or learn more. I don’t think that it has made me more determined or productive. If anything, it has set me back more times than I can count on my hands and toes. It’s made me not trust and to hold back feelings, and it has caused me to question life on a continual basis. While I am having better days, the suffering is where I go to when I feel broken, and I don’t like it there.

It’s like that saying, “God does not give a person more than they can handle”. I call BS on that…He’s handed me way too much and way too many times to the point that I have a hard time with having faith that things can or will get better. Breathing and living should not be this hard. Suffering should never be necessary.

xoxo, E.M.

Sebastian’s Story – Part 6

Back in Arkansas, Fiona had worked meticulously to become a nurse, and she had paid her way all by herself.  Her husband left her and Davina when Davina was Sebastian’s age, and she had not seen or heard from him since.  The city they lived in was small and gossip-ridden.  You know the ones…everyone knew everyone and everything.  Fiona’s husband’s departing them was the talk of the town for so many years, so nursing school kept her mind off the nonsense stirring around in town.  Eventually, it came to an end, but it only stopped due to the drama that began happening with Davina and Cole.  By this time, Fiona had become a registered nurse, and she had found a job at the local hospital which Davina and Sebastian had to frequent due to her abuse from Cole.  Aurora was a great friend and co-worker to Fiona, and she was very close-lipped, at first.  It was pleasing to find such a quality in a friend in such a small town.  Aurora was great with handling the dealings of Cole upon both Davina and Sebastian, but the last visit was where she drew the line between speaking and staying silent for them.  The last incident with the stairs was too much for Aurora to ignore, and she talked Davina into getting in touch with law enforcement.  Sebastian was starting to get hit a lot, and people were noticing the “too often” visits to the Emergency Department.  Aurora played a huge role in getting safe along with Detective Finn Marlow. 

Detective Marlow saved Fiona, Davina, and Sebastian from the grips of a very dangerous man.  He had been watching Cole for quite a while due to his involvement in local drug trades and sex trafficking.  He had only obtained the title of Detective about six months prior to meeting Davina and Sebastian, but he had known about Cole for years.  Marlow had advanced his career by following the drug ring, and he made his promotion by discovering that Cole’s organization was involved in trafficking young girls as well.  All the members of the Deville family were just bad seeds, and Davina along with Sebastian was caught in the middle of it all until they got out…or so they thought.

As the clock ticked onto the 24th hour, Fiona wiped tears from her eyes after reading everything her daughter had endured from such a dangerous relationship.  They had never talked about all the terrible things that Davina had seen throughout her time with Cole, and to be honest, she did not really want to ever know things like that. 

When the U.S. Marshalls moved them to Indiana, Fiona could have stayed and continued her life, but it was too risky because the family did not know if she knew anything.  The choice to leave was hard because she had to leave her life behind.  It was a no-brainer after seeing her sweet daughter banged up and bruised for what seemed like the 100th time.  It was worth it, she thought, to be free of seeing Davina in pain. She left it all behind and never thought she would have to face it again.

She sipped her fountain soda, Pepsi, and she picked up the receiver to the landline to make a call to the officer who came to her aid with the car. 

“Yes, may I please speak with Officer Jenson?”

The officer who answered the phone directed her call to him.

“Johnson here, can I help you?”

“This is Fiona Ridings.  You helped with my daughter’s car last evening.  She is still missing.”

“Ah, yes Ms. Ridings…I’m afraid I need to see you at the station.  Would you be able to come down?”

His voice was sad and mysterious, but Fiona quickly answered, “Of course…I’ll be right there.”

“Okay, just ask for me at the desk, and I will come to get you.”

“Alright, goodbye.”

He too ended the call with a goodbye, and she hung the receiver up with a lone tear dragging her cheek.  She knew something was going on and had gone wrong.  She could feel it inside her soul.  It was going to be a long drive to the police station, and the roads were bad since it was the first snow of the season

She tried not to allow herself to be distracted as she cruised atop the icy roads from the country into the city.  The fog was low to the road and almost did not permit her to see far enough in front of her, but she navigated through the conditions with ease.  She turned on the radio in her pickup truck, and it helped to ease her nerves to the slightest amount needed to get from point A to point B.  As she arrived at the parking lot of the station, she saw a U.S. Marshalls vehicle and an unmarked government vehicle parked at the side of the building.  She recognized one of the men, and he was wearing the normal suit and tie garb that most detectives wear.  Seeing him meant that her gut feeling was right.  Cole is involved in Davina not coming home.

She called Sharon before leaving the house to make sure Sebastian was still able to hang out over at the house with Sharon and her family, and she gave a big thumbs up from afar.  Her voice was happy and soothing, so Fiona knew he would be safe there.  She told Sharon she had to go talk to the officer after finding Davina’s car, but the sweet waitress had no idea of the past that Davina had or why she would be missing.

Fiona turned the key to shut off the engine, and she sat there for just a moment to collect herself.  She had not seen Detective Marlow for years, and she knew the circumstances were dire for him to be here. As she walked up to the station doors to pull them open, he met her there with a sad look on his face.  He could not smile, and he could only put his head down as she walked inside the lobby.

“What’s happening?  Where is she?”

“Fiona, I’m afraid we have uncovered a corpse over by the fire station in the water.  Can you come with me, please?”

She was gasping inside herself with fear as she followed the tall dark-haired man down to the elevator.  When he pressed the “B” on the floor buttons, dread consumed her mind, and her tears began flowing down her cheeks.  There was only one thing down in the basement, and it was the Vigo County Coroner’s office and the morgue. 

As the elevator come to a bumpy stop, the doors opened to a flood of cold, stale air into Fiona’s face.  Detective Marlow, with the still sad look on his face, gestured to exit right, and she did slowly with her arms crossed.  The cold bit into her skin along with her nerves making her bones shake like a rattlesnake’s tail.  The detective led her down the hallway to the Coroner’s office, where she saw a table with a sheet-covered corpse laying on top of it.  The smell in the room stung her nose, so she covered it with her finger.  Tears were pouring from her eyes, and she could barely breathe from being so distressed.  She never thought in all of her years that she would be here…doing this. 

“Ma’am…”, the coroner said, nodding his head.

“Fiona, I need you to identify the body…I’m sorry.”, the detective said as he took a step toward the table and brought her with him with a soft pull of her back.

The coroner pulled the sheet back only past the neck of the corpse, and Fiona lost her footing.  Detective Marlow was prepared to catch her. 

“Davina…”, she gasped.

It was indeed her daughter.  Davina was lying dead on the table.  There were marks on her neck and bruises all over her face.  He had found them.  Sebastian, she thought.

“Detective Marlow, we need to go get Sebastian…he’s not safe.”


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

xoxo, E.M.

©E.M. Kingston

The Surprise in the Darkness

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

I heard a voice calling out my name from inside the house, and when I opened the door…

my hand navigated the darkness to find the light switch on the wall. I recognized the voice beckoning my attention, but I was oblivious to why my daughter was sitting in the house at night in the dark. The usual when I got home from work was loud televisions with every light in the house on, so my nerves were on high alert. I did not know what I would meet when the lights shined into the room. Would it be good, or would there be something sinister lying in wait for me to walk in the door?

As I flipped on the light, the loudness of cheers and singing delightfully surprised me.

“SURPRISE!!!”

I saw many faces I knew and had not seen in ages it seemed. Tears of happiness filled my eyes with the sound of joy and celebration in the room which now was filled with light. I was fond of many of the people that made it to my home on this special day.

My daughter had invited everyone over to celebrate my 45th birthday, and I could not have been happier than I was at that very moment.


This was written for Fandango’s Story Starter #17 and Pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge #763, and I used the word challenge (hand) from the Daily Spur.

xoxo, E.M.

Alike but Different

I got a different kind of inspiration today when collecting my daily words to write my challenge posts. One of the word challenges today is “homonym” from My Vivid Blog. I decided to use it to write a homonym poem. Thank you for the inspiration, Chelle. The homonyms will be in bold writing.


I lit a match, and the cool air put it out.
As the flame rose, I went down the stairs.
I lost my match between myself and the wind.
It was cool how my nose sniffed out the rose-scented breeze.
I was feeling down, but my spirits were lifted by the storm.

xoxo, E.M.

E.M.’s Movie Truths – Truthful Tuesday 10/26/21

Each Tuesday of every week, PCGuyIV hosts a prompt called Truthful Tuesday, and he poses a question to gain our versions of the truth. This week the question is about movies.

The Question

Have you been to any movies that you absolutely expected to enjoy, but ended up hating? Or perhaps you went begrudgingly to a film with someone else and ended up enjoying it despite your expectations? Let us know about a time when a movie defied your expectations. What made it better or worse than expected?

My Answer

For the majority of my life, I avoided any movies related to Marvel and DC Comics because I honestly did not think I would like them. I had never been a fan of comic books when I was growing up, so I figured that the movies would be just as boring to me. I was absolutely wrong.

My sister suggested we watch all of the movies from Marvel and DC in order from start to finish, and I was hooked. I loved all of the action and storylines. I found that I loved some characters more than others, as well as making some of them my favorites. Dr. Strange and Captain Marvel exceeded my expectations and became my top two superheroes.

Dr. Strange’s story and powers, along with his magic cape, made me love him, and Captain Marvel made many of the stories make more sense to me when I watched her story. It was all clarifying after watching that movie.

Would you believe that I cannot think of a movie that I have watched that I hated? I am a pretty good movie picker. If I had to choose one that I thought I would like but didn’t care for, it would be the Scream movies. They were just stupid lol.

xoxo, E.M.

My World – Frightful Edition

Name something you wouldn’t want to run into in a dark forest or in an abandoned building  (yeah it’s a retread.  But there are new participants to SYW too who probably never answered it).

Zombies, clowns, or porcelain dolls that come alive…all three of them scare the bajeebies out of me. Needless to say, I am not a fan of The Walking Dead, It, or Annabelle.

Do you believe in multiple dimensions or worlds?

Yes. There are many planes of reality, and we are selfish to think that we are the only inhabitants of many different galaxies.

Would you ever go to a graveyard at night?

Hell to the nah!

What is the most frightening book you’ve ever read?

I am not much of a scary book reader. I am more of a fantasy vampire reader, and they are not scary to me.

BONUS QUESTION (just for silliness’ sake!)

 If you could have a spooky Halloween pet (black cat, owl, bat, rat, wolf), which would you pick out of the five choices?

Definitely the wolf…they are majestic, as well as the fact they can rip the throat out of anyone who would hurt me. A dire wolf would be cool to have.

GRATITUDE SECTION (As always, optional)
What are you grateful for?  

I am grateful to know what has always been wrong with me and to my family for putting up with me. I am also thankful for the rain, even though I hate smoking outside in the rain. With wind comes rain in California, and yesterday there was enough wind to power a jet engine or two or 300. I am thankful to breathe also.


This post was written for Melanie’s Share Your World prompt.

Sebastian’s Story – Part 5 FFFC #141

Chapter 2

The lights flashed atop the officer’s vehicle, a blue and white Caprice, as he exited it.  He looked around in caution, as most do in that profession, and the young officer approached Fiona’s driver-side window as she rolled it down with her hand quickly.  She had been fidgeting with the pearl-looking button on her blouse, so much so that it was now loose.  Her nerves were spent, and she was absolutely terrified as to what could have happened to Davina.  As the officer approached the open door of the Corolla, with gun drawn, Fiona’s anxiety intensified. 

“It’s empty ma’am, except a jacket on the passenger seat”, he said in a holler across the alley.

The officer looked as perplexed as Fiona felt. She needed to know where her daughter was. It had not been 24 hours yet, so she couldn’t even report her missing.

“Ma’am, I didn’t see anything indicating a struggle or anything like that. Do you have any reason to think anyone would want to hurt her?”

“Yessir…her ex is a monster, and we are all in protection due to his abuse of her.”

“I see…There is nothing I can do right now, except tell you to go home and check to see if she has made it home yet. How long has she been gone?”

“We haven’t seen her since early this morning, Sir.”, Fiona said while fidgeting with the bottom of her blouse. “She left for work, and we haven’t seen her since then.”

“So, right now, there’s nothing I can do until she’s been gone 24 hours. After 24 hours you can report her missing. I’m sorry there isn’t anything more I can do right now. If you have a spare set of keys, I would lock up her car and head home for the night. Call me when you need to file the report, and I will come out to the house.”

He handed her a business card with his contact information, shook her head, and they parted ways.

The photo below is from Natalya Vaitkevich @ Pexels.com.

Fiona came home to an empty house, and she was a bit depressed. Klaus met her at the door with his tail wagging excitedly. She gave him a few pets and head into the kitchen to have a look around. She had left quite a mess after dinner, and she really didn’t want to mess with it right at that moment. Instead, she wandered over to the window to clear her mind, and she was trying to hold herself together. It had not been 24 hours, but she felt as if it had been a week that she had not seen her sweet daughter. With Sebastian hanging out at Sharon’s house, the house they all shared together felt very empty and quiet. Too quiet, she thought. She pulled at the fob holding her father’s old watch, and time was moving too slow.

It had only been an hour since talking to the officer, and she still had several hours to go before she could call him. She wanted to think that Davina would walk through the door at any moment, but she had that feeling in her gut that something bad had happened. Thoughts are sometimes the worst elements in a situation like this, and Fiona was going out of her mind worrying. She called Sharon to check on Sebastian, and he was doing good and unaffected, thankfully. She looked around the house while glancing out the window now and then, but no one was coming. She was in this new old house all alone, without her family, and her heart was racing with sadness.

Things had been better since they relocated to the new house. After they all had moved, they were able to sell the house to a family member that needed it. It wasn’t safe to put it on the market. Cole moved into the house after he and Davina were married, so he had no claims on the mortgage. They felt safe for the longest time after moving to Indiana from Arkansas. The landscape was different, but Fiona had really enjoyed exploring a new area in the worst of times. She hated having to hide and leave her old life behind, but she would do anything to keep Davina safe from Cole. He was an absolute monster, and Sebastian was not safe around him.

Cole hit them both, and there were many instances that both Sebastian and Davina ended up in the emergency room with freak “accidents”. When Davina finally reached out for help, it was after he had pushed her down a whole flight of stairs. She was rushed by ambulance to the same emergency room they always had to visit, and a nurse that worked with Fiona assisted them in getting away. The abuse was kenspeckle to everyone around Davina and Cole, but this nurse was the first one to lend aid to them after being assigned as a nurse on this visit to the hospital. Aurora was her name, Fiona remembered, as she gazed over to the table and saw Davina’s notebook on the telephone table.

The notebook was where Davina would write down all her feelings, dreams, and such. It was like a diary, but she used it to keep herself occupied when there was too much weighing her down. She was a talented writer of poetry and the like, but she was also good with metaphysical things. She would write down spells, crystals, minerals, etc., and it was like a book of shadows in that respect. It kept her mind clear to keep pushing forward and kept her grounded. All of the deceit and abuse she had suffered from while being with Cole, she wrote about in this journal. Fiona had never read it, and she didn’t want to now. However, what if she had seen him or something else and written it down. She had to look. She had to invade that privacy. She took the book to the kitchen table, grabbed a drink of water, and began to read towards the end of the pages that were written on. The first words that Fiona read were, “He found us…”.


This was written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction #141.

For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

xoxo, E.M.

© E.M. Kingston

Sunday Ramble – Anxiety, Wind, and Otherwise

Hello everyone! I have had a bad mental health weekend since I am getting used to the new meds. My highs are really high, and my sleep has been non-existent due to the highs making me like a kid jacked up on sugar, except for an entire week. I think in 5 days that I have slept less than 12 hours.

Then, to top it off, we have some very strong wind that is making the gazebo blinds smack the crap out of me when I am outside smoking, so there has been no comfort and lots of anger triggers. I have been annoyed to the point that I cannot concentrate on my favorite Sunday activity during this time of the year…football. I think I watched a little bit here and there. Tomorrow my team plays though, which I am excited about.

Long story short…E.M. is having a manic weekend. Works are in progress. I’ll be back at it again tomorrow, hopefully.

xoxo, E.M.

Friday Awake & Saturday Sleeping

Yesterday was kind of a crazy day for me. I am having to get used to the new medicine, and it’s making my mind and my body go really fast. Then today, I woke up and could not wake up. I felt so sleepy because the past 4 days were so fast and was like a speed high. I took a nap, and now I am going to get some writing done.

However, yesterday I did write on the Hollow story and on Sebastian’s story, so be looking for those when I post them up. I am using a few of yesterday’s challenges to continue the story about the cave, which is The Hollow.

Good things are coming from these prompts! I like the inspiration, so thank you to everyone that puts the challenges and prompts out for me to use to better my skills.

xoxo, E.M.