Archive for October, 2013
October 31, 2013 · Filed under fiction, fiction/poetry, hope, nature studies, nostalgia, poetry and quotes, prompts, seasons, Uncategorized, writing · Tagged 20 Lines a Day, ABC Poetry challenge, fiction, nature, natures studies, poetry, prose, seasons
After the darkness,
Blue skies surround me
Clouds drift on the horizon
Drifting away at last
Every day is different
Fresh and exciting.
Gladly, I look for
Hovering bees and bugs
Ice melted at last.
Just one warm day
Keeps me hoping
Long after cold returns
Moonlight sparkles
Night times stars
Overhead-your head and mine.
Perhaps I treasure nature
Questioning it’s rhythms
Reining in its surprises
Turning from chill to warmth
Until I come upon the first
Violet, a sure sign of spring.
Wonder if other over it as much
X-citined as I am
You may know-tell me
Zestfully smiling.
October 30, 2013 · Filed under fiction, gardening, nature studies, struggles, Uncategorized, writing · Tagged 100WCGU, Appalachians, autumn, flowers, frost, prompts, sunshine, walking, warmth
Here in the lovely autumn of the Appalachians, the sun streamed through the abundance of multicolored leaves still clinging to the trees. It was a day when I was compelled to take that last walk, look at my marigolds and asters one more time. The were so beautiful, it seemed that they were at their very peak.
But, I had read the weather forecast in the newspaper. The first frost was expected tonight. In the morning, the ground would be white with the first ice of winter, flowers would have that dark color, death awaiting the sun’s first glimmer, and that being their last. Winter.
October 30, 2013 · Filed under fiction, integrity, prompts, struggles, Uncategorized, wordpress, writing, youth · Tagged 20 Lines or less, anger, Boo, disgust, Embarasment, frustration, fury, prompt, Trifecta, youth
She pranced across the stage in her delicate blue taffeta dress. “So arrogant,” he thought. Her dance went on and on it seemed. Then with a twirl, she began to call out in song, as if she was some sort of sparrow. He shook his head in disgust, thinking of the way she had treated him at the party the night before, how she had turned on her stilettos, her diamond necklace swinging around with her. He had waned to grab it and choke her after the loud comment she had made about his brother.
So what if she didn’t know Richardo was his brother. He hated her FOR him. Her arrogance wasn’t just a part in the play, it was real. It was HER.
“BOO.” he shouted, as the audience turned to stare at him. “BOO!” he laughed this time. You are such a fake, a liar. How can you project yourself with such beauty, when you are so ugly inside!”
He got out of his seat, scooting down the row and stomped out of the theater. It as quiet as he walked out into the lobby. The he heard it-tears. He peeked back through the door and saw her collapsed on the stage crying.
The audience was peering around, wondering if this was somehow a part of the play.
He laughed and walked out the door. “Let her figure out how to handle it,” he sneered and hopped on the next train back to the village
October 30, 2013 · Filed under fiction, hope, mystery, postaday, prompts, struggles, Uncategorized, wordpress, writing, youth · Tagged 20 Lines or less, atrophy, braches, fear, hiding, prompts, spoussal abuse, Velvet Verbosity, wordpress, youth
The warmth of July summer entranced me. I’d come to the beach to escape. Make-up covered my bruised face, I’d used my married sisters ID to check into the motel. I didn’t really feel safe, even walking on the beach in the windy dusk on this isolated island. I knew he had his sources, his “people”. I walked near the edge of thee beach grasses, ready to dash into the light of a lobby or bar.
Suddenly, I heard his voice on the deck on the motel. “Where is she!” he yelled.
This IS atrophy I thought, frozen in my steps.
October 28, 2013 · Filed under fiction, holidays, mystery, paranormal, prompts, Uncategorized, wordpress, writing, youth · Tagged Dia de los muertes, fear, fright, haunted houses, owls, promps, spider webs, write at merge
The only sound in the forest was the crunch of leaves underfoot. That silence told me something that my mother had taught me as a child. When the birds stop their singing and the squirrels cease their chatter, there is a reason. 
As I reached the edge of a sharp-edged boulder, I stopped and listened for a moment. Getting between a mother bear and her cubs was a bad idea, I reminded myself. I listened for the noisy crunch and possible growling of bears,but nothing caught my attention..
Though it was nearing dusk, the sun peeked though the clouds for a moment and I expected to hear the forest fill up with sound again. Nothing.
It was November 1st, “Los Dias de los Muertes” I thought, half smiling. I began to let my mind wander. I had always heard that an ancient battle between Native Americans took place near this rock. In fact, it was know as “Broken Skull Rock.” I assumed that the name referred more to the shape of the jagged rock, split into two sharp pieces, than it did to an actual event. But no one seemed to know for sure.
The sun disappeared behind the mountain, and soon the darkness began to creep in. I felt a spider web hit my face as I quickened my step to get back to the clearing where I’d parked. An owl let out its call, and a shiver went up my spine.
A wisp of smoke appeared from the chimney of an old cabin across a steep ravine. I froze in my footsteps as I hear the creaking of a door and saw a glint of light coming through in the shadows.
“Hello?” I called, hoping to warn the cabins’ inhabitant of my presence. I got no answer. I could see the glint of a candle though the window, as the light faded. My heart began to race.. No one was supposed to have lived here for years.
The owls call rang out again. I heard the door creek shut again. A sliver of moonlight appeared through newly barren trees. I looked back across the ravine and found myself lying on my belly, having tripped over a root. My ankle throbbing, my head pounding,, I saw my car a hundred yards ahead.
From now on, I would take my hikes in the park on “Los Dias de los Muertes!”
October 22, 2013 · Filed under fiction, history, integrity, paranormal, postaday, prompts, Uncategorized, writing, youth · Tagged canyons, dialy post, horss, mesas, Nativee Americans, prompts, quiet, raids, settlers, Trifecta, twenty lines a day, wordpress
He slipped through the forest without a sound, even the birds did not stop their chirping as he went by.
Out upon the edge of the mesa, he looked down to the canyon below. There, he saw what he was looking for. Quietly, in the soft light of dawn, he crept behind the wagon where the horses were grazing. They looked up, but with a soft motion of his hand, they settled down with barely a sound. Gently, he unhobbled the horses as they softy moved around. The whistling of the wind covered any sound they made as the first streak of light appeared above the ridge top. By the time the settlers in the wagon awoke, he was back with his people beyond the mesa, and the horses were there too, running with the others he had taken in Phantom Raids.
October 22, 2013 · Filed under children, fiction, grandchildren, holidays, nostalgia, postaday, prompts, Uncategorized, writing, youth · Tagged Christmas, Invincible, joy, love, prompts, selfless, sickness, surprises, Velvet Verbosity, wordpress, writing, youth
It would probably be grandma’s last Christmas. Seeing the lights around town had always been so special to her, but her health wouldn’t allow the tour this year. Sue was only 12 years old, but as she told her dad about her plan, he fought a tear and smiled. For a week, while grandma slept, they strung lights, Early mornings, after dark, they worked.
On Christmas Eve, Sues dad bundled grandma up and rolled her out on the side-walk. “Where are we going?” she asked. Sue saw dad’s signal to turn on the lights. The whole neighborhood light up.
October 21, 2013 · Filed under children, home and homemaking, hope, memories, postaday, prompts, Uncategorized, wordpress, writing, youth · Tagged caring, courage, Daily Post, death, freedom, healing, hope, postaday, prompts, sharing, truth, wordpress
As I start to press the “publish” button on a story about the loss of my son from a sudden heart issue, and the organizations that I have found that help prevent these tragic, unnecessary deaths. I think of my losses caused by having to live without him, I find my hand shaking, my heart throbbing and wonder if I have the courage to push the button. I know I will have to respond to replies, open the wounds and subject myself to religious opinions that make me ill. Finally, I will hit the button, realizing that If I save one mom from the hell I have ended, it will be worth it. Opening my wounds id definitely the type of blog that both frees me , forces me to be truthful and hopefully helps others avoid the tragedy of loosing a child.
October 20, 2013 · Filed under children, history, memories, prompts, Uncategorized · Tagged 20 Lines or less, dreams, fear, nightmares, pain, prompts, tears, Trifecta, truth
I am shaking, tears stain my cheeks, my heart throbbing. Running to his room, I think, “Oh, it was just a dream,” then, realize it wasn’t. What scares me most is the truth.
October 20, 2013 · Filed under home and homemaking, hope, memories, nostalgia, postaday, prompts, Uncategorized, wordpress, writing · Tagged 20 Lines a Day, home, homelesness, peace, prpmpts, safety, security, The dailyy Post, wordpress
Home is the place where I walk in the door, recognize the fragrances, smiles at the messes, savor the peace and feeling of security. When my family is with me, What I miss most about home, is simply home, itself.
Of course, coming home alone is a different story. The joy of beloved faces, sloppy kisses from kids and pets, and the “ahh” of taking off the uncomfortable shoes or clothes you’ve endured while you were away, all of these give home that all important feeling of belonging.
What strikes me most about my feelings for ‘home’ is thinking of the homeless. Thinking of not having that place to rest, not being able to go to the kitchen, open the curtains and fix some chai tea. Not flopping down in your favorite recliner, or taking a hot bath. I honestly believe that the best thing about home is simply HAVING ONE.
prompt from: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/19/daily-prompt-home/
After the darkness,
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