Holiday Greeting From Me To YOU!

Greetings my wonderful Bloggers! I haven't been around to write in about two weeks, but I promise to get back to it as soon as the Holidays unwrap!

I wanted to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year! See you in 2012!

Two Turtledoves

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 27 -  Mel suggested that we look at the "12 Days of Christmas" poem/song and select one of the days/lines for our writing inspiration. So, whether a Partridge in a Pear Tree or Five Golden Rings, write your line at the top of your page, set your timer for 5 minutes and write the first words that come into your head.

I took the "Two Turtledoves" line from the Christmas song. Enjoy!

A sacred bird you are
The life of symbols wrapped within your wings surface
I begin to lay.

Flying through the night of wonder
We only exist if we are together
The moon shapes our color; a glow of uncertainty

A crack in the sky opens
Drips of water fill our mouths
Thirsty with passion; avid for life.

We fly to the tree tops
Greenery surrounds our wings of devotion
Darkness of the night develops a face

Scales of reflection are left behind us;
Feathers of another life fall
Our wings in twine, and together
We fly.

Illume

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 26 - Look at the photo at the top of this post. What does it inspire in you? Set your timer for 5 minutes. With the photo in mind, write the first words that come into your head until the buzzer rings. If you aren't a visual person, you could try lighting a few candles and writing by candlelight. Different sensory experiences can be useful for inspiring creative writing so please play around to make the prompt suit your writing needs. If you do try writing by candlelight, let us know. I'd love to know how it works for you!

I had to write this piece in a bit of a rush, for I am nearing the end of my semester in College. Professors just LOVE to cram right before the Holidays!
This will be a continuation of an ongoing story that I have been working on. I wanted to leave the piece with some questions..... Enjoy!


The night was full of curiosity and unexpected events. Lightning bugs chased the moon that was forever illuminating with passion. She made her way towards the forest, entangling herself with a few fines. Ivy and thorns traced the nights path, but her heart kept telling her to move forward.

With a moment of distress, she suddenly saw a radiance of light that was bright enough to see miles away.
“A forest fire?” she thought to herself.

No. It was a field of vanilla scented candles - a pool of exotic fire. Her mind was racing along with her heart. Could it be her lover? A man that she thought was forever gone?

As she made her way to the field of glow, her pearly white dress was now sticking to her body. Sweat was dripping off of her as if it were wet paint. Her hands trembled while her mind was eager to find out if her lover had came back. To her, it was agony. Her lover had disappeared nearly a year ago. Candles were the only secret they had.

She crept closer towards the candles and heard a man’s voice. She turned around and yelped with terror. A face that she did not recognize stood before her.

Happy Turkey Day!!

Wishing all of my favorite bloggers a wonderful Thanksgiving!!!
Hope everyone has a safe and blessed holiday! :) Eat up!!!!

Blinding

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 25 - I heard a song on the radio during the week and I thought the lyrics would make an interesting prompt for WoW. So, write the words "The saddest thing I ever heard" on your page, set your timer for 5 minutes and write the first words that come into your head based on the given prompt.

This piece is about a young woman who is literally lost in a dream. When she wakes up from her dream, she discovers that she is blind......Happy reading!

Spring had finally arrived and Celia was ready to experience the fresh aroma of the flowers that were in bloom. Tulips, lilies, and buttercups bordered the fortress, creating an illusion of a flowerbed. She immediately imagined herself swimming in the ocean of petals, backstroking with each bloom in hand.

Birds began to swoop down and embrace her with their melodies. A song of a new life was starting to complete the spring air. Celia stretched out her delicate hands to motion for a blue jay to keep her company. The wings of the bird were wounded, but he flew to her as if she was his nurturing mother.

Bumble bees were circling around the prospering flowers, while looking for a place to receive their nectar. Celia watched them as they drank from the core of the flower. Her almond shaped eyes began to drip softly with tears. She could hear a clock ticking, slower at first, but strident with each tick. Suddenly, everything started to turn gray like ash.

The flowers were no longer in bloom. They withered away as if they were being melted with a torch. There were no birds swarming in the sky. Celia could no longer hear the mellow sounds of the blue jays. The yellow bumble bees that were hungry for their nectar were no where in sight.

With the confusion that Celia was experiencing, the ticking of the clock became louder. She then began to hear a man talking - a person’s voice that she did not identify.

“Celia, I am doctor Neeson. I am going to do everything I can to help you through this process.”

Celia shouted out with confusion, but later calmed herself down to ask the one question she needed the answer to.

“Why can’t I see anything?”

Rebirth

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 24 - This week is  a Choose Your Own Adventure week. Look to your left...In my sidebar you will find a list of the WoW writing exercises. Pick a prompt that takes your fancy and  make it work for you. Maybe you will work on your NaNo story or another writing project or perhaps just a bit of creative exploration. You might even like to share your favorite book genre with us and then use the prompt to work on a similar theme.

Since this week was a choose your own adventure exercise, I went with a writing prompt in one of my favorite writing books; Writing Begins with the Breath By: Laraine Herring. This book is all about relaxing the mind as well as helping with specific writing themes. Here is the exercise:

Just for a moment, give into the notion that you are empty. You are a hollow chamber for breath. Sit with that image. You’re clean. Clear. No baggage from your past. Freewrite on this topic.

I am a naked woman who is forlorn within this world. My fingers stand out before me and I am captivated with each finger that is present. The fingernails are shaped ever so elegantly. Miniature hairs unfold along my arms. I see bumps that are forming on my skin and a jolting shiver is felt within my body. I know that this means I am exposed to frigid air. How did I come to know this knowledge?

I feel a vibration that beats within my body. The loudness of the thump chases after me as I walk more rapidly on this labyrinth. I try to find a piece of cloth to cover my developed breasts, but I am left with nothing but a portion of earth. I found some jasmine on the other side of the land. As I covered myself with the blossoming shrubs, I was drowning in the scent of the fragrance that was before me. My eyes began to fill up with water. This was somehow related to the intoxicating scent from the shrubs. I was still confused of how I learned how to connect the two pieces together.

The trail of the fertile earth was beginning to end, and I was taken to a place that was full of dark soil and ultramarine water. Microscopic pellets of sand were flowing over my feet, tracing each toe with the grains of the terrain. I initiated my laughter that was too faint to hear because of the roaring tides of the ocean. I began to look out to the wide mouth of the deep sea that stood before me. I was lost, a stray that needed to find a key back home. Or was this my home?

A Li On Me

I decided to sweep out the cobwebs of my brain and write my main forte: poetry. I am sure the title of this poem will be confusing to many, but if you look closely it says "A Lion Me" I like to mix things up a bit. Hope this will inspire many, create chills of wonder, and escape the every day hectic life. :)


I am a lion, yawning in the rays of light
My mane is tousled
Curls of lust dance between my fingertips
I am inhaling your oxygen
Feeding my flesh between your stream of consciousness

Pupils of uncertainty dilate
I am what you need
Layers of scars begin to open
And I touch the wounds of fire

I will not sever the glass you hold
The cuts would sting the skin
Let our tongues of gospel speak in high octaves
And the words of our notebook be read

Your mouth is opening to a cave
A cubicle of desire
Stay with the lion in the cavern
She will feed you in harmony,
Maundering in the daylight

Five Sentence Fiction - "Delectable"

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week’s inspiration word is: DELECTABLE



The chocolate icing fell gently onto the moist cake and I could feel my taste buds drip with envy. I wanted a taste, a sugar rush moment to satisfy my cravings. My grandmother always had a way with her propaganda. She would whisper sweet words that were considered to be tall tales of another life. The secrets to her homemade icing were a dab of heart, mixed with the deepest, warmest part of your soul.

We Are Learning To Make Fire

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 23 - Write the words of Margaret Atwood at the top of your page "We are learning to make fire". Set your timer to 5 minutes. Write the first words that come into your head after the prompt. Stop when the buzzer rings.
I went a different route with this one. Though still trying to keep the prompt. As always, I love a good challenge. Hope all of you enjoy reading this! :)

I glide along the paved streets, taking in the fragments of the earth that surround me. Night lights of a neon glow converse in languages of a tiredness that I cannot seem to notice. Cars are fleeting down the streets with their music of choice. The late night conversations of left over dinners pass me by.

A couple who seem to be in the arms of the ocean, are looking at me with such oddity. This woman flounders in the ocean, waiting for her husband to save her. She feels as though love has escaped through her pores, evaporating with every second she has left on this earth. I avoid the fluid conversation with them and continue to walk towards my humble path.

Rusted mailboxes pour with unopened letters. A night of a grief stricken mother who is in fear she has lost her son. No words of coming home or see you soon written for days. The tears will soon trickle from her face as if they were a permanent marking. I still strive towards my shelter.

A map that was perhaps buried in the cracks of a building, fell from the sky. A hidden treasure lost in the depths of life, will soon be discovered. The map landed on your feet and I looked into the eyes of my future. I could feel the earth shatter, but yet everything was still.

We walked together with silent wonder. The park was our stopping point. Trees and moss surrounded us as if we were in a lagoon. Everything was quiet and still, except my heart. My spirit felt a warmth that I had never known. It was as if you were teaching me how to build my own fire - a spark that never would go out.  In that moment, I knew that I was home.

Versatile Blogger

Many thanks to Lillie who nominated me for the Versatile Blogger award. I will share seven interesting facts about myself and also introduce you to many of my new favorite bloggers. There are so many fantastic writers out there and I am honored to be apart of such a wonderful community!

7 Things About Me:

1. I have an obsession with cafe's.

2. I am TERRIBLE at math!!! I am right brained for sure!!! LOL.

3. My favorite singer/songwriter is Stevie Nicks. I grew up listening to Fleetwood Mac and fell in love her voice. Her lyrics speak the truth!

4. When I was a child, I wanted to grow up to be an ice-skater. Michelle Kwan was my favorite!

5. When I am stressed, Chinese food is my comfort food.

6. I hope to someday publish a poetry book. (That is a given) Haha!

7. I would rather spend a Friday night reading or writing than to go out somewhere.

Some fantastic bloggers:
http://abookagirlajourney.blogspot.com/
http://lilliemcferrin.blogspot.com/
http://coffeedrivenandadventurebound.blogspot.com/
http://www.wherethefairieslive.com/
http://belamieandco2010.blogspot.com/
http://getbetweenthebookends.blogspot.com/
http://feisty-cat.blogspot.com/
http://iridescent-rain.blogspot.com/
http://moozannsmind.blogspot.com/
http://www.mummy-mayhem.com/
http://peopledonteatenoughfudge.blogspot.com/
http://thebook-journal.blogspot.com/

Horizon

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 22 - Select a piece of music that reflects the mood of writing you'd like to aim for. Press play. Start free writing. Write the first words that come into your head. When the music's over, so is the writing. I'd recommend finding out how long the song is before you start the exercise. You may feel cheated in your writing time if you pick a song by The Ramones. Of course, if you feel like writing a short, punky piece by all means, go for it!

This is week 13 for me. My piece tells a story about two people meeting at a New Years festival...except there is a bit of a mystery to this at the end. I apologize for this being a yoga video. LOL. I could not find the full length of this song anywhere, so this was my only choice. Also, I am a bit under the weather, so it is very possible that I have typed something that does not make sense. LOL
The song is called "Horizon" By Garth Stevenson.

Our eyes meet from across the room as if a magnet has forced me to gaze at you. I can feel my body wanting to walk towards you, but I am at a stand still. I memorize your face, your hands, your body. My eyes trace every inch, recollecting thoughts of us that have happened before. Perhaps in another life?

You slowly move away from the crowded room and make your way towards me. My heart pumps blood throughout my veins faster than what is normal. I forget that I am surrounded by people in this room. It is a room filled with silver streamers and balloons of  hope.

The clock starts the countdown. We are nearing a new year and perhaps a rebirth of life. We finally take our steps and meet. Our eyes stay connected to each other as if we are anxious of losing a moment. You take my hand and we dance a rhythm of poetry. No words escape from our lips; but words flow from our bodies.
A language of silent need and lust begin to surface.

Seconds are nearing the exit of an old year. I am still dancing with the ticking of each second - not loosing any movement with our bodies. Your hands gradually move across my lips. I quiver at the thought of you kissing me. Happy New Year is shouted from all across the room and I quickly glance up to see the commotion.

You are gone but I can still feel the movements of your body against mine. A dance that speaks poetic stanzas will forever remain in my mind.

Five Sentence Fiction - "Horror"

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the inspiration word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just take your inspiration from that word.

This week’s inspiration word is: HORROR
I decided to keep the feel of my "Lagoon" story -- creating a bit of scare tactics for Annie and Abigail, except Abigail is the one who is literally stuck in the mud......

I started to feel the repulsive mud seep between my toes. I observed my surroundings, using only my memory of the woods. Just then, I remembered there was an elongated, green vine that looked like an elephant’s nose, but nothing surrounded me except this treacherous lake that was full of dirt and moss. My breath formed a smoke like ring around me because the night air was frigid. There was no moon reflection on the water and there was no sound to be heard - except for the echo of my silent cries.

I Thought I Saw

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 20 - Write the words " I thought I saw" at the top of your page. Set a timer for 5 minutes. Write the first words that come into your head after the prompt. Don't take you pen off the page (or fingers off the keyboard). Stop only when the buzzer rings! Do this exercise over and over if you wish. Write beyond 5 minutes if you like, you can link it up as an extra post.

This is week 12 for me and I fell in love with this exercise. Though I do not have children, this piece was about me seeing my child in the future. Hope all of you will enjoy reading this as I did writing it.

I thought I saw you smile as if it were for the first time. Your innocent cerulean eyes squinted beneath your nose as you beamed with delight. Tiny hands began to coil around mine – taking a hold of me as if you were troubled about the future. You were afraid of the dark – the gloomy night that surrounded you.

You thought you saw a monster; a gangly creature that hid beneath your bed. Nothing but dust bunnies and wild treasures of imagination lay underneath the surface of the floor. I scooped you up and placed you in my arms. I could feel the balminess of you heating every fiber of my heart. The scent of baby powder escaped from your skin and I breathed in every moment of innocence I had with you.

The night was still lengthy and quiet. Your sluggish eyes started to close and drift into a realm of imagination. I placed you back into your bed and watched as you gently snoozed. This was a moment that kept me awake, for I would be afraid of missing seconds with you.

You woke the next morning to convey your creative dreams – a bunny with elongated ears hopping to tell you about a dinosaur that came to town. I would giggle as you would embrace me with your character of life. Your skin glowed as the sun braced your face. I felt a sense of sorrow wash over me. I knew that someday I would have to let you go.

You would grow up to be a handsome young man. Perhaps an intellectual doctor or a painter that splashed romance on a canvas would be your profession of choice. You would dance into the arms of a lover and marry for the first time.

I thought I saw a boy who cached rays of sunshine in a bucket. A petite child with such a vast heart would embrace my world – a child that I would call my son.

Five Sentence Fiction - "Shenanigans"

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the inspiration word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just take your inspiration from that word.

This week’s inspiration word is: SHENANIGANS

I am still developing the main concept of my fiction piece "Enraptured Lagoon" from Write Out Wednesday...... I love this word and tried my best to incorporate the meaning in my piece. :)


The August night air was clammy and damp; making it hard to breathe while rummaging through the forest. The clouds were beginning to bury the crescent moon and all I could think about was how my sister always teased me. There was constantly a raucous caused by Annie at birthday parties, fall festivals, and even last year at Donna Fowley’s wedding. I grew jaded of my sister’s pranks; especially since I always had to come rescue her when the jokes would go wrong. I had no means to salvage her from this incident.

Enraptured Lagoon

My 11th week for the WOW exercises. This week we are to use the line "Sunshine in a cup" by Emily Dickenson and write what comes to mind.
Though I usually write poetry, I am trying to escape from my normal realm for awhile and write a bit of fiction. This is simple yet a bit mysterious. Hope you all will enjoy reading it as much as I did writing the first part of it......


It was the middle of August and the heat was beginning to diminish as the day grew concise. My older sister Annie wanted to take a dip in the lake before the sun went down. Of course I always had to go with Annie wherever she went. Though she was two years older than me, I was much more prudent and wise. Annie was considered to be sunshine in a cup - a ball of freshness one might say. She could never do anything that was sinful. But in reality, she would always end up in danger. I had to come salvage her most of the time. After all, she was my sister and I did love her.

“Enchanted Lake” is what people in town called the lake. Supposedly, if you swam in the lake for more than twenty minutes, a mermaid would emerge and grant you one wish. I’ve been swimming in the lake since I was five years old. I am now 15.

Annie was always the believer in mythical creatures. Though she had never seen this mermaid, she had one of her feelings today that she might catch a glimpse of her. I took her by the hand as we walked together towards the lake. Out of curiosity I asked her what she would wish for if she were to see this mermaid.

“I am going to wish to be with my secret love.” she said as she smiled with such ecstasy.

I scoffed and asked “Who might that be Annie?”

“Mr. Gabe. I saw him three times yesterday and each time I could see that he was interested in me.” Annie said to her sister Abigail.

“Annie, Mr. Gabe is nearing 25 years old. You are only 17. Mama would never hear of it!”

“Oh Abigail, you will soon find out what it is like to find love.”

I rolled my eyes and began to think about myself for a minute. If there was a mermaid and I did have the chance to make a wish, what would I wish for?

The Clock Read Seven

My 10th entry to the WOW writing group has surfaced!! I began to write something similar to this when the "Clock winked" exercise came up, but I never posted it because I had little confidence. LOL. I have tweaked it a bit and tried to get out of my poetry escapades. I decided to use this piece for the "Make it Better" exercise. If you have any suggestions on how to keep my poetry voice when writing fiction, I am all ears. :)

The clock read seven.
His hands ruffled through the crispy leaves, while he was trying to find a spot to lay on. He beamed as he dipped his hands in his pockets. The pockets were full of dirt; grime that ran deeper into the core of the earth. It was his dirt he thought. His life was packed away in his pockets.

Another day of a tin can banged in the wind. It would fluctuate with the air stream, making a musical dance of a lonely life. Many people stopped, but never remained. Perhaps a penny may appear. “No, it is not time.” he thought to himself.

The chill in the air was beginning to accompany him. He designed a blanket of yellow and orange leaves; patching them all together creating a quilt of sunsets. His flesh was breaking due to the bitter winds, but his essence was cordial. 

The cloudless atmosphere turned into a black hole of rain. He watched as people splashed their muddy life on his beard; a life that he chose not to return to.

His muddy tears dried but remained on his heart. “It is now time.” he said to himself. A young man appeared, drenched with pearls of water. “Let’s go dad.”

He glanced at his son’s watch, remembering when he bought it for him years ago. The golden exterior was beginning to fade, much like his sons life. Things were now changing.
The clock read seven.

Body Canvas

I believe this would be my 9th week with my WOW writing group. We are left we the option of chosing one of the previous exercises --- I took a little piece from every exercise and came up with this. I used alot of imagery - mainly from the "Go for a walk" exercise and "Sit under a tree" exercise and created a lump of metaphors for making love.


The color of red seeps from your fingertips - emerging the blood flow between us.
My body compels into your core - illuminating the orange peel of our essence.
The formation of sweat leaks out of our pours while creating a yellow hue of the sun.

The green earth is our backdrop; making the leaves expand as our bodies grow.
I see my features - my soul’s reflection in your sapphire eyes.
As the night begins to take command of the day, black surrounds us and we are left with a streaming pearl of light.

White is the pigment of our complexion that has been conducting music - a saxophone with notes of lilac jazz. It produces a soulful rhythm sound of cerise passion - sprinkled with specks of devotion on a canvas.

Songbird

I am in my 8th week of doing the WOW challenge. This week we are to write the story behind the song. I went with one of my favorite instrumental songs. Instrumental music helps me relax and feel the mood of my writing. I chose this piece of music because it has different emotions throughout the entire piece. I wanted to explore those emotions in my writing. Hope all of you enjoy! :)

We met when the world was starting to disconnect. We had altered views of the world but I grew to appreciate your words. I was drawn to them as if they were a magnet. They tempted me to push myself even further, which later gave me courage throughout my illness.

I believed in a world that seemed secluded at the time. I felt deserted in my journey. Pages upon pages spilled with words of a different language, but your words was the only thing I felt . I cherished your presence pushing me towards a new life - a new life of existence that involved sorrow, love, and fervency.

Our friendship grew deeper, like entrenched roots that fall beneath a flower. You were my source of strength when my cancer surfaced. My body was in vain, but it subsided when your voice conveyed words of new literature; our literature.

Our love blossomed - blooming with each kiss. Night fell and we sailed through the oceans to find our new home. We ran in circles; while laughing on our merry-go-round life.  I held on to every ounce of expectation that led me to be with you one last time.

We flew through the open ultramarine skies, awaiting for my soul to drift. My eyes grew tired and my body began to wander. The birds lifted me up as I held onto your hands and I remembered the first time I touched you.

I Know You

My 7th entry to the WOW challenge. I am a bit pressured for time this week due to my hectic school schedule-- so I did this in a bit of a rush. But I am pleased how this turned out. :)

Instead of writing about someone that I do not know, I chose to write about the first time I met my love. Our relationship did not start until one year after we met.
As always, I enjoyed this weeks writing prompt. Hope all of you will enjoy!

I stumble upon you a few times a week. Our paths usually cross at the same place. Time is constrained, but our ambiances meet – like a bird soaring to get home.

Who are you?

I see you have a yearning for desire. Your invitation awaits you as if it were around the corner. Have you considered? Yes – a glimpse you share with me on occasion. You slightly chuckle under your breath as if you knew what I was thinking.

Thoughts we both share only transmute into dreams. We meet there every night, and during the day, we steal glances. It is enough for us to move on with our day – but not enough to reconcile our souls.

The nights become briefer as the fall spirit embraces our life.  The dreams we share become shorter, but our desire becomes profounder.

I tell you about the dream -- the dream of rubicund blankets decorated over us as if it were silk. The fireplace blazes with its fury and I see the replication in your eyes.

Silence is what we recognize. Our bodies begin to start talking. We have many conversations that night, but nothing communicates louder than what is in your heart.  

I know you.

The Mighty Rewrite

I have entered my 6th week doing the WOW challange. This week we are to take a paragraph from a book and rewrite it in our own words. I did change most of the orginal paragraph and made it more interesting. I am not as fluent as a fiction writer as I am a poetry writer, but I do hope many of you will enjoy reading this. As always, I love a good challenge!!

The Story Sisters By Alice Hoffman
Orginal Paragraph:

"Once a year there was a knock at the door. Two times, then nothing. No one else heard, only me. Even when I was a baby in my cradle. My mother didn't hear. My father didn't hear. My sisters continued sleeping. But the cat looked up."

My Rewrite:

"During the beginning of each fall season, there was a continuous knock at the door. The knock was always very feeble, but it was strident enough to hear. I would always gust to the door thinking that it was my grandmother coming back from one of her weekly trips. She would always bring back a present for my sister and myself.  But alas, it was not my grandmother. No one else heard the knock. My mother always told me that it was the breeze. My father would be in his study room, so whenever I asked a question, I got a mumble. It was always gabble for a “yes” or a “no.” My sister believed I was making up stories just to get attention. I was the younger child, so of course she would consider such a thing. However, our cat would scurry to the door whenever I did hear the knock. Not only would she run to the door, but she would lie there all day. Perhaps there is a ghastly thing asking for its home on that specific day."

Music Pick ~ 9/11 Tribute

It is hard to believe that we are nearing the 10th anniversary of this horrific event. I wanted to post this video not just for the song, but for the people who lost their lives in this tragic moment in history. Please take a moment of silence and remember the victims and the victims families of September 11th, 2001.

The song used in this video is "Hands" By Jewel.

Versatile Blogger Award??

I have received a Versatile Blogger Award by the wonderful Lene! She nominated me for this lovely award and I want to give my thanks and gratitude for doing so! I have never been nominated for anything---especially for my blog! Ha Ha! Many thanks to all of my followers....I will do my best to keep my writing fresh, funny, and exciting!

To accept one of these awards there are certain rules you have to follow;

1) thank the blogger who awarded you and link back to them (see above!)
2) share 7 interesting facts about yourself
3) pass the award on to 15 newly discovered blogs
Here are 7 interesting facts about myself;

1. I am in my 4th year of College majoring in Creative Writing.

2. My birthday is in January. (Not that interesting, but it's a fact! Ha Ha)

3. Besides writing, music is also my passion.

4. I am terrified of spiders!!!!!

5. Fall is my favorite time of year.

6. My father died when I was 20 years old due to alcohol; I have never took a drop of alcohol nor do I plan to.

7. My dream house is a log cabin, located somewhere in the mountains!

My newly discovered blogs.....

http://coffeedrivenandadventurebound.blogspot.com/

http://www.wherethefairieslive.com/

http://belamieandco2010.blogspot.com/

http://www.mummy-mayhem.com/

http://musingsofanothermother.blogspot.com/

http://peopledonteatenoughfudge.blogspot.com/

http://writersjournal-stella.blogspot.com/

http://thebook-journal.blogspot.com/

http://musings-of-a-small-one.blogspot.com/

http://thetrueadventuresofeloise.blogspot.com/

http://thisgirlhasgumption.blogspot.com/

http://www.anasofiaeugenio.com/

http://danielmeyerblog.com/

http://www.wordsandpen.com/

http://sandra-writingmania.blogspot.com/

Cobblestones

I am currently in my 5th week in the WOW challenge. This week we are to come up with a juicy "one liner" -- anything from poetry, fiction, or non-fiction that we are working on. I have to say, this was a bit complicated for me to do because I was itching to write more! As always, I enjoy doing these exercises!!

******* A quick edit to post my prose piece with my one liner. We did not have to do this, but I chose to add to it as well as change it to 1st person. I couldn't help myself, I had to write more!!


She watched the river bands of water streaming down the window pane, and began to envision her lovers hands flowing over her as if she were the rain.

*******

The fractures in the cobblestones begin to fill up with water pellets. Each drop splashes, creating a canvas of spilled feelings that we continue to share. The stones are artic enough to form ice beneath our bodies. Perhaps we glided on ice to each other. 

I fancy myself on the stones - feeling you within my soul. Our hair is entangled together like a lion’s mane mixed with altered colors of gold strands. We are becoming silk, softening as we begin to touch.

The stars of our constellation share a brief moment. Our bodies awaken to a different sight. The heavens are now breaching  and we can see the stars bursting into a million pieces. A passionate war was forming between us. Fighting against the truth and freeing of oneself.

Our pieces of stars drip over the cobblestones as I watch the river bands of water streaming down the window pane, realizing I had envisioned your hands flowing over me as if I were the rain.

The Arrow

This is my fourth week doing the WOW challenge. It was a bit challenging for me because my main forte is poetry, and everything I write ( from fiction or non-fiction) usually has a poetry vibe to it. LOL
I enjoyed this weeks exercise as I do every week! :)

 

The lack of oxygen around me is caused by the teeming earth beneath me. I am suffocating in a box – though not shut entirely. I see the illumination. The light bends like a prism through my spirit, creating a multihued of colors.

I smile as if I were jumping on clouds. I weep while inside of those clouds. Raindrops begin to form on every inch of my skin, pouring into old wounds that smolder as if I had been on fire.

But I am left with more than just a burn. I am left with scars that develop deeper into the bone. I stand up with an arrow in my hand, fighting with what I have left; only to realize it was me whom I was fighting against.

The arrow becomes my potency, my portal, my documentation that I am strong.

Our Vines

My third week joining the W.O.W activity. I had a wonderful time doing this!!  Instead of taking a walk and describing what I was seeing, I used personification to describe what the trees/vines were feeling.


As I promenade through the vines of the forest, I am entangled with your arms. My passion flower weakens as you brush up against me. The sun awakens our sores, no longer oozing the poisons we once felt.

I have thorns, though not always in agony when touched. They break off effortlessly and begin to grow a subtle skin.
I do not bleed green. I am many colors that reach a part of your essence. Air that we both breath is noxious. Share with me the light we have. Curl against me with your vines of lust.

The dirt begins to deepen. Our roots finalizing the moment of acquaintance. Never leave this shadow of mine. Let our thoughts in twine.

Abstraction Ch. 1 ~ New Lucky Number Please?

My main writing forte is poetry, though I have written some fiction in my time. I wanted a new challenge for myself and take a stab at writing fiction again. This story is in the beginning stages and the characters are just now starting to develop.
The main working title for this piece is Abstraction. There will be many chapters to this story as it unfolds. I am itching to go so many ways with this fiction piece!! :)


Ch.1 New Lucky Number Please?

 My day started out like any other day; clichéd and mind-numbing. My alarm clock went off at exactly 7:07 this morning. I chose to set my alarm that way because my auspicious number was 7. Though my hundreds of dollars spent on lottery tickets would beg to differ.

After coughing up a few hairballs of dust, I went and took my shower. Taking a shower was my time to reflect on all the thrilling responsibilities that I have yet to accomplish during my day. Calling the cops suddenly occurred to me. Yes, that is what I need to do! The bellicose neighbor next door was finally starting to seep into my veins a bit too much. His everyday ritual of drinking in the morning hours seemed to piss me off more today than any other day. I cut my legs shaving; needless to say, calling the cops on the idiot next door will have to wait.

I patched up my nicks from shaving and put on my suit of the day. Though working in a corporate office requires the same precise clothing, I became a rebel and changed mine up. Women were supposed to wear skirts and men would wear their sophisticated suits. I chose to wear a suit today wondering how many heads I could turn.

My job isn’t exactly boring; it’s more like describing a board game without the monopoly money. The job does not pay well, but I am honored to be working in such a place. Next week will mark my third year here. Not many people here are all smiles or friendly. My colleague Adam is smellier than he is friendly. I have come to believe that he does not own more than two pairs of socks. I can smell his feet twenty miles away. I thought about giving him an early Christmas present, perhaps a dozen of pearly white socks. But then again, Christmas is four months away.

I pulled up in the parking lot and realized I had forgotten to put deodorant on. Great! I am now joining Adam in the smelling smiles club. I checked myself a few times in the review mirror to make sure I was looking smart and intelligent. Check! I pinned my name tag on my blouse and realized the “a” in my name was beginning to fade. Though my name is Erica, my name tag would state other wise. I am now known as Eric. Now time to brace another manic Monday in this bland office of mine.

Cindy, my boss’s assistant, greeted me as she does every morning. Cindy is someone who is a poseur. I finally figured out why just a few weeks ago. She has become my boss’s new interest. I use that term lightly. She does have wonderful ideas when it comes to helping out around the office, but most of her ideas involve pillow talk with the boss. Her dyed hair was beginning to fade. I wondered if she knew that her hair was beginning to look as though she just mopped the floor with it. Nah, Cindy only remembers to wear her see thru clothing every day. She does not seem to be too troubled with that awful dyed hair job of hers.

“Good morning Erica! You’re looking quite, um, different today.” Cindy said, making regards to my ever so sophisticated suit.

“Yes, different is what I am feeling today. How’s the boss Cindy? Find any new escapades lately? I mean, for the conference that is coming up.”

Realizing what had come out of my mouth, I noticed I had truly became one of those rye smartasses. It is not that I didn’t like Cindy, I just never could understand why she felt the need to flaunt herself around the office as much as she did and still manage to keep a job.

Looking at me with such aversion, Cindy said “The boss is wanting to see you right away.”
I was baffled when Cindy spoke those words to me. Paul, my boss of all most three years, never has spoke to me more than a few times a year. Was this my defining moment of getting a promotion? Was I getting a raise? Maybe I am getting fired.

All of those things were spinning in my head as if I were on a marigold round. What would I do if I was being let go? I barely have enough money to keep food on the table.

Untie Me

My second WOW challenge. This week we are to use the word Piqued in our writing.
I chose to go in a poetic direction for the use of this word. I am not quite sure if I used it correctly, but I did my best.
The piece itself can have many different meanings. I chose to include loss, hurt, sex, and love all at the same time.

I am interested in knowing what lies underneath your bones. You pique me throughout our last moments together. I know you are fearful of loss. Losing me is why I stayed boxed. My body is still wrapped with your love.
Untie me…
Reaching of your arms as you dissolve within my core, I am in demand. Freeing myself as I go through this dieing process, I am shedding a skin. My ribbons are loosening up.
Untie me…
A deeper breath, I begin to take. My legs moving in a way for you to stay. Water pellets are forming on my skin. Taste the salt within my soul.
Untie me…

My Last Breath: Laura Roslin & Bill Adama

This is my first attempt at the WOW activity. I chose to write about two characters from my favorite television series Battlestar Galactica.
Laura Roslin was dieing of cancer when Bill Adama first began to develop more of a deeper feeling for her. I chose to write a mini prose piece of something that she could have very well thought to say to Bill.

I am lying in my own pool of sweat and though my skin is smoldering from the chemo treatments, I still feel the desire that you and I shared the night before.  My veins are not weak due to being picked and probed by the doctor; my veins are weak because our love poured into a vast shell that opened up countless places in my heart.  

I am diminishing into a thin peace of ice, but am still swathed around the warmth of your body. We sailed through orbits of space, searching for what we called a home. Home is what I found in you.  Though my time is limited with you, I will take the aroma of your skin, the taste of your kiss, and the mutual understanding of desire with me into the unknown.

Quote of the Month

This month's quote is based on writing! I always need something to get me going. Here is a little help from my pal William Wordsworth.

"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart." William Wordsworth

Frozen

I am full of snow. Waiting for the molting points of my limbs to collapse - to disintegrate and split into different dimmensions of the realm I once knew. I am leaking, but it is not as pure as water. It has formed into a solution that is artic, but not enough to congeal. My sap is sour, forming a sensation in my trunk that is uncomfortable.

Quote of the Month

I have finally came out of my cave and have wanted to start back blogging. I am dusting myself off and beginning this blogging chapter of my life with a little bit of encouragement by Simone De Beauvoir. Here's to the unfinished stories, self loathing poetry, and cryptic tales I am about to write! Ha Ha!


"EVERYTIME I START ON A NEW BOOK, I AM A BEGINNER AGAIN. I DOUBT MYSELF, I GROW DISCOURAGED, ALL THE WORK ACCOMPLISHED IN THE PAST IS AS THOUGH IT NEVER WAS, MY FIRST DRAFTS ARE SO SHAPELESS THAT IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE TO GO ON WITH THE ATTEMPT AT ALL, RIGHT UP UNTIL THE MOMENT....WHEN IT HAS BECOME IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO FINISH IT." ~ SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR

Quote Of The Month

"A poem begins with a lump in the throat." ~ Robert Frost

Burn

You only come to me in my dreams
Haunting me with your poignant eyes
Your touch blisters my skin
Scarring every piece of me until I die

My flesh begins to dissolve
Dripping away the love I felt for you
My walls inside burn again
Needing your stars that surround our moon

I awake, still smoldering inside
Your fingers still pressed into my skin
Morning sun bounces off my flesh
Feeling your balminess within