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.

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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.