Five Sentence Fiction - Night

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: NIGHT

This is completely fictitious. I do not have any children, but I long to have them someday. :) 

It was late in the evening, just before the sun began to set when I realized she was playing the violin again. The dissonance was unsteady and harsh, but I could hear that she was trying, picking up the pace with each strike of the instrument. She achieved her tone and began to play a piece that reminded me of pirates taking charge and rummaging through hand made treasure chests in search of valuable jewels. The music began to take a shift, as well as my creative story of a pirate’s life. The smooth, delicate sound ceased to a calm movement in my fairy tale, making me paint the waves of an ocean reaching for fine grains of sand; that was when I came to the conclusion that my daughter was a musical artist. 

Five Sentence Fiction - Perseverance

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: PERSEVERANCE

His mouth became parched, waterless, dry from the left over silence from the day before and all he could think about was the words of passion that spilled over the pages in front of him. He was dedicated to his education but devoted to facing his fears and his classmates. Stuttering through each delicate word, he made his way through the poem - a stanza that consisted of layers of heartbreak and emotion that moved apart of him that no one would understand. He escaped the paper wads, the name calling, the unusual stares, and transformed himself into a new person - a character that spoke a language of love and lust. Here in this place, he was safe, protected by the armor of a true white knight. 

Five Sentence Fiction - Harvest

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: HARVEST


The day seemed long and continuous, which made the warmth of the sun create an unnerving sensation that produced pellets of sweat all over my body. Luckily, the vast amount of heat  kept the memory of my excruciating pain hidden somewhere in the depths of my soul. The crops were withering away due to the extreme heat, and with a bowl of humidity lingering in the middle of September, I was still in charge of untangling the weeds and clipping the last bit of roots which remained a stiff color of brown. I did not mind taking the time to unravel a string of potatoes or radishes; it was therapeutic for me. The tangled roots reminded me of my disgruntled life and how everything appeared to be in a group of knots; however, my life was not easily untangled like a cord of radishes or any kind of vegetable, it took time, commitment, and patience to detangle a long life of unwanted ties.

Five Sentence Fiction - Faeries

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: FAERIES

The sun was just beginning to come up and I could feel the warmth of the protruding light bouncing off of my sleepy face. I awoke to a buzzing sound, an annoying throbbing vibration that circled around my head in many different directions left me feeling dizzy, sick to my stomach even, which put me in a mood of confusion and frustration. I began to swap my hand around, trying to keep the unknown creature from flying into my face. The pixie like fairy suddenly stopped hovering over my body and began to look directly at me as if she had something important to say. I began to look at her with more detail, tracing each wing with my eyes, and watching the loose bright orange glitter from her wings sprinkle specs of magic onto my bed sheets.

Five Sentence Fiction - Medicine

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: MEDICINE

I stood there in the gloomy and frigid hospital room, watching with troubled eyes, wondering if this was going to be the day that my son would die. Life and death would take place at the same time in this room, I was sure of it. I could not move; my legs were numb and cemented into the center of the square designed floor, but my eyes stayed glued to my little boy, whom was still grasping his toy truck that had become his new favorite obsession. The ticking sound of the bland clock that was behind me was beginning to keep me in a daze; I was brought back to the sound of my son telling me that he needed me. It was in that precious moment of life and death, that I understood that no matter what the color or shape of the pill he took for his illness, I was his prescription of choice.

Five Sentence Fiction - Lost

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: LOST

It was just a few minutes after midnight and I knew that I had to vanish, escape, and lose myself into the September night air. My skin glowed a silky pale blue, almost as if the moon’s reflective light was seeping into my veins. I kneeled down in the lowlands, keeping my distance from the group of men on the hill and I began to scream with silent fear, feeling as though I could get wound up in the barbed wire fences or worse, caught by the men who held me captive. The moon stayed with me, sending me a luminous light of comfort as I prayed to the Gods to turn me into an invisible woman; by then, I heard a soft whispering voice telling me to run North. It was him; a loveable man whom I had watched from my days working in the muddy fields.

Five Sentence Fiction - Orange

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.

FSF this week: ORANGE.

The African sky seemed to slip off into two different dimensions; one with an amber color slicing through a gold amulet of fortune, and the other half carrying a vast amount of heartache and lust. I could see that the clouds were holding heavy raindrops full of grief, remorse, even a belly full of desire. I captured the moment on camera, keeping the two pigments of color side by side. It was a moment of life and death, happiness and sorrow, desire and loneliness, all wrapped up in a golden, amber charm. I came to an understanding that we as humans experience the same split of joy and pain, and I realize that within the confusion of the divided parts of us, there lies beauty.

My 2012 Late Oscar Nominations Movie Reviews

I am quite late to the Oscar Nominated party extravaganza, but I did find some spare time over the holiday weekend to dive deep into a pool of mixed emotions. I watched three of the Oscar Nominated films for this year, however, I did watch The Help way back when and was floored with the talent that was in this film!

The Descendents
     I was really looking forward to seeing this, but became bored with it VERY fast! George Clooney is an amazing actor, but this film was not his best. His character Matt King, was trying to reconnect with his two daughters that became estranged from him because he worked all the time. Their mother had an accident on a boat (or so I think….it was that bad!) and she is in a coma due to this incident. In the midst of it all, Matt’s oldest daughter Alex, explains to him about her bitterness towards her mother. She was having an affair with a man that was in real estate. Long story short, they pull the plug on the mother, the children continue to use their potty mouth, but with their loving, out-of-the-loop father, and end the film with a bowl of ice-cream and blankets. I give the film a 4 out of 10.

Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
     I am always interested in anything that Tom Hanks and Sandra Bullock do! This movie is based on the book by Jonathan Safran Foer, about a young boy who has a phobia of experiencing life. With the tragedy of September 11th, he finds clues from his father that leads him to an adventure. Thomas Schell, who is played by Hanks, has a meeting in the Twin Towers on the day of the attacks. His son Oscar, played by Thomas Horn, believes his father left him a key to find the mysterious lock. I won’t give away the whole movie, but the message behind the actual story is quite uplifting and inspiring. You are left with the notion that everyone has lost something or someone in their life -- within this, we are all connected. I give this film an 8 out of 10.

 Albert Nobbs
    This movie is now officially on my top list of movies! This film got mixed reviews, rolled eyes, and confused brains. Here’s the thing -- you have to have an open mind to stories such as the one of Albert Nobbs. The film was honest, painful, and realistic - and I truly believe that Glenn Close should have won the Oscar for Best Actress for this film. Glenn, who plays the role of Albert Nobbs, is a woman disguised as a man during the early 19th century. I also do not want to give away much of the story line, but within Albert’s self-exploration, he meets a painter who is also a woman disguised as a man. Through the knowledge of understanding their reasoning for doing so, they become close friends and Albert comes to feel he can stop hiding the truth and become free. There are some parts of the film that are hard to follow, but overall, the story is touching and quite realistic for the time period. I give this film a 9 out of 10! 

Kreativ Blogger Award!!

I’ve been tagged for the 'Kreativ Blogger Award. A big thank you to Lillie who is such a sweetheart!

The Rules:
1. Thank & link back to the person who nominated you.
2. Answer the ten questions.
3. Share ten random facts/thoughts about yourself.
4. Nominate blogs for the Kreative Blogger Award.

The Questions:
1. What's your favorite song?
This is a tough one for me since I am such a music nerd, but I will go with this one. It is currently my favorite driving song.

2. What's your favorite dessert?
Brownies!!!

3. What ticks you off?
When people blame others for their own actions.

4. What do you do when you're upset?
I journal, exercise, or read.

5. Which is your favorite pet?
My Blue-Merle Collie, Shay. She is very protective and a great cuddle buddy!

6. Which do you prefer: black or white?
My choice would have to be white. I love anything cream colored or anything close to it.

7. What is your biggest fear?
Not accomplishing my goals. I have had many struggles in my life that have pushed my goals out of the way, but I try to keep at least a few of them. :)

8. What is your attitude mostly?
I try to look at the bright side of life. There are days when I am just not feeling it at all, but most of the time I am happy. :)

9. What is perfection?
I do not know the meaning of this word. Lol.

10. What is your guilty pleasure?
I tend to splurge on television series that are on DVD. I hardly ever watch television, so when I have the time, I buy the series on DVD and catch up.

Random Facts:
1. I am a soup addict!
2. My handbag consists of my journal, the book I am currently reading, my ipod, and of course my wallet.
3. Pilates is my exercise of choice.
4. I like to make a big breakfast on Sunday mornings.
5. I have a bit of a crush on Clint Eastwood! :O
6. I love the outdoors!
7. Someday I want to learn how to surf.
8. I have never been to a real baseball game. (But I will be going in June)
9. I collect snow globes.
10. Toy Story is my favorite animated movie!!!


The Nominations:
http://40somethingundomesticateddevil.blogspot.com/
http://thelastkrystallos.blogspot.com/
http://keithawynn2011.blogspot.com/
http://goingforcoffee.blogspot.com/

Five Sentence Fiction - Foggy

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: FOGGY

The morning sun shone through the kitchen glass window, creating rays of holy light that bounced off of her blonde locks. Her coffee was brewing and the aroma of the rich coffee beans surrounded her as she walked out onto her porch to pick up the newspaper. Freshly cut green grass stretched out before her, soaking up the last bits of dew that remained in the early March mornings. Suddenly, she found herself back in her bed, wakening from the sounds of the doctor’s prognosis. It was unclear to her, a vague conversation that she overheard clarifying to her family that she is paralyzed from the waist down.

Five Sentence Fiction - Sombrero

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: SOMBRERO




I watched her weave the colors delicately as she whispered a hymn about lost souls. She started with the color blue , an indigo color that reminded me of a new spring sky. With her needle in one hand and the colorful threads in the other, she began to create a masterpiece of wonder; a hat that would eventually travel all over the world, telling stories about the unknown. I could only sense that she wished she were traveling with the hat, for her hands were overused and her eyes needed different surroundings. Her life had been confined to a dust bowl of poverty and her way of surviving was to thread the colors of the rainbow onto a hat.

Five Sentence Fiction - Explosive

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: EXPLOSIVE


We had been running all evening, getting tangled in weeds, and fighting the mosquitoes that seemed to latch on to our skin. Nothing could slow us down, for we knew that the bombs that lay dormant underground were surrounding us. The deafening sound of explosions were everywhere and my heart felt weak with the thought of running another mile. We had no choice; the world was floundering and we had to find a way to escape. I let my spirit animal guide me through the forest and I began to draw an imaginary map that led me to finding a key.

A to Z Music Challenge - Your Thoughts?

So I have been contemplating on this creative activity for awhile ever since I saw the A to Z challenge blog post a few weeks back........Instead of writing a post everyday starting with a letter of the alphabet, why not do a music challenge? My creative juices have ran dry these last few weeks and I have not had the time or the energy to write anything that is worth reading! Music helps to dive deep into the brain and it creates a river of emotions - or at least it does for me. I was thinking about posting a song each week starting with the beginning of the alphabet. But here's the catch - the song must MEAN something to you. Does it describe who you are as a person? Does it remind you of someone? Is it a song that reminds you of your horrible night at your High School Prom?
If you like this idea, please leave me a comment below and we can start this music challenge next week! If you have any suggestions about it, please let me know! :)

Five Sentence Fiction - Tears

I am back from hibernating!! I have sadly haven't had the creative juice flow inside of me for awhile, as well as the time. I am glad to be back in the wonderful blogging world! This week's FSF is not my best work, but it's more about the emotion that is behind it.


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: TEARS

The day was lengthy and hot – so muggy the trees in the forest could no longer breathe. The little girl went wandering in the woods to find some shade – a place of comfort and peace. Suddenly, the serene place was full of screams – trees falling, branches breaking; nothing but the sound of pain was echoing through the leaves. She heard people laughing with great strength and felt a deep sadness grow inside of her as if she were a tree herself. The roots that were plucked from the earth were now being removed from her.

My First Blogfest!

I've been wanting to join in on the blogfest activities for quite some time, but I just haven't had the moment to sit down and actually do it. Today, I am FINALLY going to do one!!


Sad Songs Blogfest

March 30, 2012

List the songs that move your spirit, cut deep into your soul, and threaten to break your heart.

No limit - top ten or less is fine. 

Diane has created a blogfest devoted to music and the emotion that it creates to help us writers write! Music is something that I am incredibly passionate about and most of the time I am listening to music as I am picking the wordy part of my brain. Here's a few that are my ultimate favorites -- some are not depressing, some are just moving. Do join in on the fun!!! :)

Five Sentence Fiction - Scorching

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: SCORCHING

The bright flickering stars that held onto the night sky was fading with each tick of the noisy clock that was inside of my brain. A light formed beneath the earth and began to rise with force - expanding each ray as if it were a bird stretching its wings. I knelt down on the grassy marsh and waited for the immense object to grow and splash its searing heat across my body. I embraced the blistering sun; waiting for it to melt the earth and transform the planet to gray ash. Earth had thrived once and was a sanctified home for plants and animals, but its death was nearing a countdown due to the destruction caused by mankind.

Five Sentence Fiction - Wicked

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: WICKED




His blue eyes gave way to a mischievous personality; a man with a crooked sense of humor. When we were teenagers, his motives were innocent enough, but eventually it progressed into something sinful. Somehow, I still felt drawn to him - like the atoms and molecules that make up me were automatically stitching my heart to his. My mind kept wandering off into another dimension - an alternate universe of playful lust, and then I heard the concrete words roll from his tongue and out his mouth. I repeated the unrecognizable vocabulary in my mind and sunk into a pool of reality; he was married.

Timeless

Within the last few months, I have managed to explore my computer editing skills and dig out the hopeless romantic nerd that lies within myself. Ha!
This is my last Battlestar Galatica video. I wanted to give the viewer the sense of intensity that lies within a person's journey - through life, with a lover, and with an illness that is ever expanding.

22 Things - Creative Change Challenge

How Does It Work? 22 Things is a Creative Change Challenge. By signing up, you are announcing to the world - and more importantly yourself - that you are breaking free of the long standing idea that in order to make changes in your life, you have to do BIG things. 22 Things is about making a list twenty-two small steps you can take - right now - to change your life. 

Big thanks to Angie - for she started this wonderful idea!


My 22 things are:

1. Work on buiding my self-confidence
2. Spend more time with friends
3. Read more than usual
4. Listen more carefully
5. Laugh
6. "Spring Clean" my ever expanding closet
7. Excercise
8. Write - even when I'm not in the mood
9. Eat fruit instead of a snickers bar
10. Judge less
11. Meditate
12. Join writer workshops
13. Blog about what makes up me
14. Take more pictures
15. Less internet time
16. More outside time
17. Study, study, study
18. Consume more than 1 glass of water a day
19. Journal more instead of a word document ( the computer world has ruined me!)
20. Learn to cook an authentic meal
21. Don't be so hard on myself for taking four years to get my Associate's Degree. (Ugh!)
22. LESS FEAR - MORE LIFE!

Zanny

Write on Wednesdays: ZanyZany, adj.
amusingly unconventional or idiosyncratic.

This week, try to find the zany in your life, or just create the zany in someone else's. Feel free to write a fictional quirky character, or take inspiration from your own life. Wherever the prompt takes you, a letter, poem, song, anything you feel like writing. Keep your post on the short side: up to 500 words OR a 5 minute stream of consciousness exercise. Link your finished piece to the list and begin popping by the other links to enjoy others writing. The linky will be open from Monday to Friday.



I went a different route with this prompt than usual. I tried my hand at a children's story - sort of! Ha ha! Thanks to Claire for taking over WoW this week!

The peas and mashed potatoes lay untouched as the old man examines his surroundings. Sunlight peeps through the cream colored sheer curtains and bounces off the silverware that fills the table. He sighs as the reflection of the light blinds him with uncertainty. He waits.

The sunlight diminishes as the peas grow colder and the mashed potatoes mold into a clay like formation. A drink is unnecessary for him; it takes the taste and the desire out of the particles in the food.

His eyes began to widen with eagerness as the sun went to sleep. Rays of pink and bright orange filled the evening sky, but there was still something that was missing. The untouched food was beginning to fill the room with unwanted smells. Still, the elder man fixated on the tranquil scene in front of him.

Suddenly, he let out a gasp of air. Excitement ran through his veins and filled his heart with joy.
“Okay, it’s time! You can have your dinner!” The old man bellowed.

Out from behind his chair popped a grizzly looking creature. Maybe a bear? Maybe a wolf? It was something peculiar with hair growing out of its body and fingernails as long as the kitchen table.

The creature flopped in the chair beside his elder friend and ate everything but the kitchen itself. Even the fork and spoon was gone.
“Could you at least leave me the silverware?” The elder man said with a chuckle in his voice.

Tweet Me!

It's official! I joined Twitter! Ahh! I've been contemplating about getting one for quite some time and now I have one. :)
I have a button to my page on the right side of my blog. Add me if you would like. I am still learning the lingo of tweetville, so be patient with me. Ha ha!

Five Sentence Fiction - Tattered

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: TATTERED




The bitterness of the winter made its way to her bare feet. She sat in the soggy ground that carried a stench of dead animals and decaying wood - inhaling each smell as she fanaticized a room filled with exotic foods. Snowflakes began to fall and fill her ratted clothes with wetness and fury. Her teeth chattered with noise so piercing that ice-cycles broke repeatedly from the weak tree limbs. The wolves of the night circled around the fragile creature, helping her understand that they were offering their fur for warmth and security.

Song Pick - Happy Pills

I am sure many of us are guilty to have judged a book by its cover.....and title!! It can happen with songs as well. I first read about the song "Happy Pills" by Norah Jones and immediatly thought that was the end of her career. BUT, I am actually in love with this song at the moment. It's quirky and vibrant and it still shows her songwriting skills that I adore.
I'm going to spread the love to you all and share my happy pills!!! :)

Five Sentence Fiction - Enchanted

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: ENCHANTED

It was mid-afternoon when I was captivated by a scene of exotic life. A family of deer was trotting along the side of the winding road - basking in the glow of the lethargic sunlight. Their tender ears twitched with confusion and disappointment; never meeting their famished needs. Nourishment seemed to be the original necessity for these creatures, but a delicate place of tranquility was their appetite. Muffler sounds of old trucks and motorcycles that blazed with anger kept them wanting a peaceful environment.

Field of Dreams

The Write on Wednesday Spark: Small expectationsAs I am thinking about education and learning, kindergarten and university, I have taken this week's writing exercise from one of my early childhood books. It is an activity I do with small children and one that always inspires so I thought it would be fun to see what the exercise inspires in adults. So, your prompt is: Imagine yourself as tiny as your thumb.Where would you live? What would you do?

I twisted the prompt a tiny bit and wrote a nonfiction piece about my life as a seven year old. I will admit ahead of time, nonfiction is NOT my best attribute, but I do love having a challenge. :)

I sat in a field of enchanting dreams; soaring grasses from Jack and the Beanstalk to lost buttons from a bear named Corduroy. The sunlight bounced off my skin, creating a blanket of everlasting warmth. I was seven; a child of nature’s imagination. Poetic stanzas grew tall within my mind as if it were Wordsworth himself whispering words of wisdom to me.

 I formed a devotion to nature, to life, and to imagination. Rocks were painted with colors of uncertainty and created with a personal canvas that told stories of Indian tribes. Leafs were also sacred in my world. I wanted to savor the veins that once seeped water pellets through the spine of the tree. I pressed each leaf into a journal and kept the memory alive.

Kickball was my sport of choice. Pushing each muscle that formed between my thigh and leg, I made sure the ball was nowhere in sight. The grasses of the field scratched the surface of my legs each time the ball rolled towards my position. I would come home with marks of love from the grasses embracing my legs.

The field of dreams also carried a night life of music. I waltzed with the sounds of crickets and katydids that were speaking a fresh language of affection. The stars of the night told stories of souls that found peace in another life.  I felt home; safe in the arms of the tall grasses and the faraway music of the night. I go there in my dreams, remembering each delicate detail that encouraged me to write and imagine.

Another one of my many quirks....

About a month ago, I posted a Battlestar Galactica fan video that I made.......
I have another one! :D This show has been over for close to three years now, but I discovered it last summer and still continue to be a fan of these two characters. I bring this to your attention because this show inspired me to become a better writer and to look at things from a different perspective. The show itself is brillant and the writing is gorgeous!
Thoughts and comments are always welcome! :)

Five Sentence Fiction - Yearning

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: YEARNING

The midnight air filled the vacant streets with silence – a word that had become a part of her. She stumbled through the gloomy pathways and found herself gazing up at a map of constellations. With one finger pointing up, she traced the miniature stars – imagining them as her lover’s face. The brighter stars were her lover’s eyes; a stare that she longed to see. She reached her fatigued arms higher into the speckled sky and whispered “I am with you.”

A Letter

The Write on Wednesday Spark: Dear...This week's writing exercise is to write a letter. Write an open letter or write to someone more specific. Write a letter between two fictional characters or write a letter into a fictional piece you are already working on. Think  about how differently you write depending upon who you are writing to. Your content in an open letter may differ to content in a private letter.

I am working on a sci-fi related story, so I struggled a bit with this prompt. But I tied it in with the story and came out with something unique. :)


My confusion led me to write an imaginary letter to the woman with no name. I had a vast amount of unusual questions. Minerals of compounds that formed within my brain needed a solution to this cryptic problem. I began my letter with questions, difficulties in learning things as to what it was I was supposed to see. 

You are different, unique, and angelic. I seem to bask in your glow as you promenade through the marshlands. My anger subsides when you are near, but my confusion remains with me. I want to know things - to understand who you are. You speak with silence and though I can not hear your words aloud, I feel them when your eyes dance across me. Curiosity must take you to a place that you have never been. Ask me things, for I will tell you what you want to discover.
 I too am curious. I am sealed into a womb of darkness and left without any answers. What is this place that we are building? I cannot help but wonder how I lived through the treacherous war and begin to create a new life with just silence. Where are we?

Everything that I asked within my head stirred up a mix of emotions. I began to cry and bury my head in the sands. The nightlife began to fall upon me and nothing but the waves of the ocean were heard.

Versatile Blogger Award

I want to thank Claire for nominating me for this award! The rules are to post 7 things about yourself and then nominate other bloggers. Cheers to all! :)

Here is some useless information about moi. :)

1. I'm not much of a seafood fan, but I can take it every once in awhile.
2. I want to learn how to surf.
3. I have to have at least one diet pepsi a day. I need my caffeine!!!!
4. I enjoy Hiking if the weather permits.....and lately, it hasn't.
5. Pilates are my exercise of choice. :)
6. I enjoy taking random roadtrips.
7. I'm a huge fan of Coldplay

Here are some fellow bloggers that I enjoy checking out.

http://iamthegreekgeek.blogspot.com/
http://lilliemcferrin.blogspot.com/
http://rodtysonblog.blogspot.com/
http://goingforcoffee.blogspot.com/
http://awritersmuses.blogspot.com/
http://peopledonteatenoughfudge.blogspot.com/

Nature's Treasure

The Write on Wednesday Spark:  Possessing Beauty
Write about a collection. Write about something you or ,someone you know, collects. Think about the "why" behind the collection - why is it important to collect this particular thing? How does it make the person feel to add another piece to their collection? Is the group of objects there to be seen, to be studied or simply kept together? Write a real life story or a piece of fiction. Wherever the prompt takes you...Keep your post on the short side: up to 500 words OR a 5 minute stream of consciousness exercise. Link your finished piece to the list and begin popping by the other links. Oh, and enjoy!


The ginkgo trees were swaying profusely as the wind gusted to a more heavier tone. I couldn’t catch my breath. It was as if the wind was holding me in its arms and flying me to a fresh, untouched place. Suddenly, the elegant woman with no name appeared before me. Her elongated, flowing brown locks danced with the wind. She did not notice my fragile state of fear. Her eyes fixated on the fan like leaves as they meshed onto the ground. She delicately picked each leaf up, treating them as if they were a newborn baby.

There was a box that had been settled in the ground for quite some time. I had stumbled upon it when I was rummaging around to find nourishment. It was locked and frozen beneath the sands of time.
After the serene creature finished picking up natures offspring, she opened the box without hesitation.

The leafs were placed carefully within the entrapment. Her glowing face started to shift as she continued to run her fingers through each particle of the green plant. I could sense a bit of nostalgia from this woman. She had a longing desire of something that was unknown.
She quickly finished with the last leaf and buried the box of natures treasures. Within seconds, she vanished into thin air.

My mind raced with curiosity and then I began to appreciate the concept of this woman’s desire to rescue the leaf. Nature was delicate, a flowing piece of lace billowing in the wind; and it needed to be saved.

Movie Plug - Another Earth

I recently came across this movie by accident while standing in line at the RedBox searching for another movie. I was intriqued not only by the title, but by the actress because I had never heard of her. I went home and watched it and was floored with the way that it was written. At first, I thought it was going to be another "end of the world" type story, but this is a story about a young woman who makes a mistake and is given another chance to "apologize." In the midst of it all, another earth has been found and there are other people living on this new earth -- which has another "you."

What captivated me the most was that Brit Marling who plays the character Rhoda, wrote this film herself. The writing within this movie has its own beauty and deserves to be shown off a bit. ;)
Here is the trailer for the film. Go check it out! :)

Five Sentence Fiction - Shiver

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: SHIVER

I was lying in a pool of murky water that was once pure and delicate. Dirt and blood escaped from my body and continued to fill the beach with death. The bullet wound I had was no longer throbbing inside of my bones. It was now a numbing sensation, a shudder that filled every vein in my declining figure. I was cool to the touch, but my insides were sweltering.

The Nature of a Place

The Write on Wednesday Spark - The nature of place
Think about a place in nature that feels special to you. Perhaps it is somewhere you visited as a child. Or maybe you share a special outdoor space with your own children. This place, this space will be your prompt for this week's writing exercise. Write about a particular natural geography, a natural place or space close to your heart. Tell us about the weather, the landform , the creatures who live there, what the place means to you and why. You can write prose fiction, poetry, non-fiction and/or a photographic narrative. You might mix the landscape with a personal story. Wherever the prompt take you...Let us peek into your place. 


This part of the piece was inspired by Savannah, Georgia. I went there a few weeks ago for my 23rd birthday. I was surrounded by glorious oak trees and was in awe of the entire area. Though this was inspired by a real place, I have imagined a few things and continue to write this story. It's a bit sci-fi ish....

*****Edited with a photo I took in Savannah, Georgia

The land that was stretched out before me was new. It had a smell of a fresh life, a new beginning, a rebirth to all things. Microscopic threads of grass patched me together in a lawn of quilts. The strands of lush green wrapped around me as if it was to release the toxic chemicals that were still etched in my body. At first, I felt melancholy, but I began to feel a sense of relief.

My weary eyes wondered through the home of the trees. I stayed in a moment of wonder and tranquility as I watched the sun pierce through the Spanish moss. I felt the tenderness of the sunlight embrace my face; kissing me as if I were a lover, a mistress of devotion. The trees were fiber optic, leaving me with a bit of blindness to the naked eye.

The light filled my sores of toxins. I felt alive for the first time. My veins filled my body with life and released elements of love to my thriving heart. There was something here for me. A rebirth to all things was appearing and I was chasing it through the strands of trees.

I looked beyond what was in front of me and there she was; the elegant creature that saved me from death.

My BSG Fan Video

I have been a fan of Battlestar Galatica the new series for awhile now. Though the show has been off for a few years, I discovered it last summer and became an addict!! I also make videos to favorite movies of mine and have been known to do television series. This is my 2nd attempt at Battlestar.

I chose to do a video that is based on the characters Laura Roslin and Bill Adama. These two experience something so blinding that not even the audience know how to describe it. Roslin is played by the amazing and talented Mary Mcdonnell; Adama is played by the awesome Eddie Olmos.
I wanted to capture the essence of these two characters and explore the depths of their struggles. The love and the respect they have on and off screen is something that is fragile and rare. :)

A Tree Filled With Stories

The Write on Wednesday spark: The stories a tree could tell.Take a look at the above photo (by Story). Use it to inspire your Write on Wednesday post. Keep your post on the short side: up to 500 words OR a 5 minute stream of consciousness exercise. Link your finished piece to the list and begin popping by the other links in the list. Enjoy!  



The morning air was buoyant and crisp. It was enough to break the skin on my face. I bundled up with my white knitted scarf and made my way towards the shallow lands. There lay a bare tree, broken in half with decayed sticks meshing through the marsh. I had passed this tree many times while doing my morning walks on the beach. It was as if the tree had spoke to me in whispers of a long life. Today, its voice was a shrill echo.

I began to imagine this tree as if it were still standing. It was then I had a moment of realization that this would be my photography lesson for myself. This tree was more than an element of broken sticks; this tree was still thriving.

I rushed immediately into the beach house and rummaged through my boxes to get my camera. I strapped my camera to its string and wrapped it securely around my neck. I realized that I had not taken a decent photograph since I left New York. It was time to make a transformation.

Black and white photographs were always my favorite. They seemed to have more color to them than what they seemed. I decided to shoot this tree in black and white. I wanted to capture the fragile points of the tree and paint the roughness of the edges in an imaginary hue of light.

Road

A metaphoric poem based on a relationship that was once run down by too many cracks in the road, but was later fixed by new spark plugs! Ha!
I wrote this in ten minutes so it is hardly my best, but I have been working more on my fiction than poety. Thoughts and suggestions are always welcome! :)


There is a distance between our dream
Circling down a tunnel of blinding lights
Echoes of our devotion piercing the night
Speed bumps in the life of a road
Stretching further apart in yellow lines
We are parallel, narrow in this life
Puddles of emotion traces the tires of an endless circle
Water pellets form over our rim
Slicing into the felts of our sin
We sink into the pothole of darkness
Waiting for a new template to cover up
The crash that we created of our love
A light begins to surface at the end of the tunnel
We said a prayer to drive forward
Speeding, connecting our cord
To the quiet sparks that fly
Flaming inside with a new wire
We lit our aged world on fire

Five Sentence Fiction - Hunger

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: HUNGER


I listened to the water dripping from the bathroom sink; fading with each flicker of my brain. It was in that moment that I felt famished, longing for a new adventure in my life. It had been three months since I picked up my camera .My desire of taking photographs finally came whispering back to me. I knew the story that I needed to tell was my own and it was going to be through nature, not just the shapes and colors of twisted roots, but a truth that was blooming within a certain tree.

Music Pick - Dido

Happy 2012 everyone! It feels great to be back. I am excited about this year, for this will be a beginning to all things! I thought I would start off the new year with my favorite tunes, for they do inspire me to write.

Dido is one of those singer/songwriters that you just adore no matter what the song is about. Her voice sends chills down my spine and her poetic lyrics fill the air with wonder. There are rumours that 2012 is her year, for she has been hard at work on her next album for the past two and a half years. I am excited to see what the year has in store for her as well as everyone! Cheers to 2012! :)