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.