‘Spilled Coffee’ – family road trip // Writing Challenge 2020 – Day 12 🦋

Hey popcorns 🍿

How is your day going? I try to set at least two goals for each day which usually turns into ten 😂 and today’s is to learn some Italian and bake some flapjacks 🍯

Unfortunately, the dreaded woes of online school starts back up tomorrow so once I finish this Writing Challenge let’s hope I don’t go MIA! 😂

If you’d like to see more info about this Writing Challenge or are interested in joining the fun then simply click here for more info and the list of prompts for each of the fifteen days of writing ✍️

Writing Challenge 2020 Day 12: write a story about a family road trip

“Keep driving!” I yelled at my already anxious father, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel.

We were on the run from the Figura’s a feisty coven where the reds (shapeshifters) all joined as a community.

There were five communities in total of this world, whatever gift you were born with would emerge once you were born, there would be a coloured spot on your forehead that corresponded to your power and your coven which are as follows: Figura’s (reds – shapeshifters), volantes (white – flying), viribus (blue – strength), Animo (orange – mind control) and Motabilem (yellow – telekinesis).

We were part of the motabilem community, we had the gift of telekinesis. Using it would drain your energy, and fast, so it was dangerous if you were engaged in a fight.

We had visited Anima coven to propose a peace treaty, and they had not been very peaceful with us. We had barely escaped, and now we were on the run.

My brother, Idaho, stared calmly at our father, directing him on where to drive with a totally non-bothered attitude, which was strange seeing the current situation we were in.

I could see a gargantuan cliff ahead that towered above us, drawing us to its murky shadow.

Loose rocks barely held onto the cliff face, one hard push would make them fall, I knew it.

“Father, it will surely take every ounce of my strength that is left, but what if I push the boulders down to cause a road blockage?” I proposed to him, desperate to help in some way.

They were getting closer, and the closer they came the more control they would have over our minds. At the moment we could fight them using mental walls to push them out but it was slowly sucking up all our remaining strength, it wouldn’t be long until we were doomed.

“Okay, you can give it a try, don’t over-exert yourself though. Idaho, support your sister in case she faints.” Our father instructed Idaho, a hint of fear in his eyes.

I closed my eyes and reached out to the surroundings till I found the boulders, I felt them and then pushed. Nothing happened. I pushed harder. Again, nothing happened.

I can’t do this. I can do this. I can’t do this. I can do this. I cant do this.

I can do this.

Fighting the wave of exhaustion that rolled over me as powerful as a tsunami, I reached out and pushed as hard as I could on the rocks, feeling a migraine starting to pulse in my temple from the rush of power.

The rocks were rolling now, and at a rapid pace. I collapsed against Idaho, fighting to keep my eyes open.

Father was driving as fast as he could, but it wasn’t fast enough. They were close, too close.

The last thing I saw before I gave into the exhaustion was my father being forced by the Animo’s into driving us straight into the cliff.

That was one heck of a family road trip 😂 Why can’t I just write a light hearted story for once I was really inspired to write fantasy, so I went for it! I felt like half the story was spent explaining all the covens and unique gifts 😆 but this was a pretty darn awesome story – and very open to becoming a novel! 💕

Did you enjoy reading this story? Do you think Idaho and his family really died? Wold you continue reading this if possible?