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The Mirror.
Running through the woods, Jane moves faster and hears footsteps faster following her. Jane turns her head and continues to run. Her heart beats faster and faster as she hears the footsteps grow louder and louder. Jane looks back only to see nothing. Yet, she hears the footsteps. “Is anyone there?”, Jane screams as she stops. “Come out wherever you are, I am not afraid of you. When Jane turns around, behold there is a trail. A trail that she has never seen before. A little boy whispers to her, “Come, follow me”. Jane runs after the little boy and dashes through the trail. The little boy is dressed in a long white robe and seems to have what looks like a heart shaped locket. The little boy opens the locket and out comes a butterfly.The butterfly has the most amazing design and colors. The wings of the butterfly move so freely and swiftly through the crisp air. Jane's eyes are enchanted by the butterfly and she can't take her eyes off it's course. The butterfly moves in a circle and three times around Jane and then flies back to the little boy inside the heart shaped locked. The heart shaped Locket then disappears out of the boy “s hands. “Where are you taking me?” “Come, follow me, the little boy whispers again. Jane follows the young boy to an open field. “What is this, where is this,” Jane says to the little boy. “You decide, come with me.” The little boy then claps three times and there appears a new trail. This time the trail leads to what looks like a cemetery. The cemetery looks dark and there is an old black bird that appears on tops of the gate at the front entrance of the cemetery. The headstones from the graves all appear to have the same message, "heart of stone"? from Jane's eyes. "Why do all these headstones say the same thing", Jane whispered, looking bamboozled. What is this, where are you taking me? Breathe, the little boy insists. Just breathe. Someone wants to see you. A cloud appears and then appears an older woman moves closer to Jane. “Jane, Jane”, the woman screams louder and louder. Look at me, yes, you, look at me. I am your reflection. This will be what you look like in the future if you do not follow the trail of your dreams. I am your reflection. You have the strength walk to the trail of life. You decide. Follow the trail of life, or the trail of death to your grave. The bitterness and hostility you have for those that have betrayed you will eat away at your flesh. The headstones that you saw, indeed all said the same thing, "heart of stone". Look at the two reflections in front of you. "Jane, what are you going to do with the reflection you see"? You can change where you are only if you see your reflection. You choose. The cemetery that you saw could be a garden. Full of wonder, excitement, joy and peace. The graves that you saw were filled with people who did not forgive and who all had a heart of stone. The garden of life will lead to a life full of peace, fulfillment, and happiness. Forgive yourself and forgive others. Listen to your heart and follow your dreams. The butterfly appears to Jane again and drops the heart shaped locket in her hands. Do not allow bitterness and hatred to consume you. This can determine Jane, where you go. Do you wish to stay in this cemetery or can we walk the trail to the garden of life and happiness. The darkness will only last for a short time if you open your heart". You must remember to release yourself to bitterness, envy and hatred. These things will surely lead you back to the cemetery you saw walking. Look at and feel the present moment. Jane looks down at the heart shaped locket in her hands and opens it. Out goes the butterfly and flies high in the air. A mirror appears and Jane walks through it. The butterfly whispers to Jane, follow me. Now is your time to choose your path. “Where are we going?”
By Dreamy Studios LLC3 years ago in Fiction
The Creative's Hands
My passion for creating is exciting. I love creating new chords and melodies that speak so beautifully. When I am in my creative space, it overwhelms me and inspires me to create above and beyond. This passion has moved me through the most difficult moments and has propelled me into the most amazing years of my life. Sitting down to play is like a kid indulging in their favorite ice cream shop, or a baker baking the most scrumptious and delicious cake. I take pride in the precision, the accuracy and the development of it all. It sustains me. It moves me to grow even more. My hands on the keys ignites a fire that has not been extinguished. It amazes me to see the next place it will take me to. I am so humbled by this gift of passionate piano playing. I am so grateful for this gift of love and am so excited to share it with the world. Each note awakens my most inner space. Each melody awakens me to a world of beauty, excitement, and melodious pathways that lead me right into a song. A song that touches hearts, minds, and enters the soul. What a beautiful and powerful place of the hands. How could my hands create this? It keeps me in awe. I wonder how do my hands move with these keys that have given myself and others so much life? It moves me to see what is going to be discovered and created next? What will it sound like? This new song is waiting to be composed and looking to be discovered. This passion takes over and makes my fingers move in a way that only the melody residing in a place in my mind can take me. When my mind and fingers are in agreement, the keys and melodies on the piano speak back in agreement. I nurture what these melodies and chords are creating. The music it creates has all the love in the world. It is caressed like a new born baby and nurtured to develop into a mature mode of musicality and creative imagination. What the world hears from these hands moves nations. O, what a joyous moment. When the lyrics and the music form to become one. They make this most beautiful baby. O how I love these creative hands. I only wish to stay in this creative space and make these musical expressions come alive and partner with some of the most amazing vocalists and artists in the world. Continue to teach me hands, continue to guide me hands, continue to make music that guides us into the next moment of joy and peace. O how these hands move through the each stage of creativity, that influences and moves and shakes. O how I love thee. Every thing about you has moved me. Your progressions and how you move makes the melodies come alive. The notes I feel through you are so intense. They are so innovative. I see how the emotions of the chords just take over. Giving me a feeling I have never felt before. It is so beautiful to hear the harmonies and the dynamics. Dynamically speaking, when I move these hands to play, the message comes out so clear. I hear and feel every note. It excites me because I know that I am communicating exactly what I intended. It moves me to know that this is part of a bigger song. My legacy is being created, developed, and shaped, right through these hands. These hands are so valuable. They are precious beyond measure. I am grateful to have them. I am grateful that they know exactly where and how to move. They calm the most disturbed sea. They move like a ballerina and her dance. Softly, effortlessly, with a flow to the rhythm. In a beautiful dance between melody and lyrics. You have given me the keys to life. Thank you creative hands.
By Dreamy Studios LLC3 years ago in Journal
The Big Decision
Joe and Dalia are walking down 25th and 8th in the heart of New York City. Joe mentions to Dalia that he has to pay this debt and he has to pay it fast or they will face an eviction. Dalia and Joe arrive at their lush 5,000 a month apartment and Dalia is angry. “Joe”, I thought you said, “we were good”? We are but something came up where I had to use the money to pay off some bills for the business. “Joe”, you promised we were through with this night life. I don’t want to do this no more. Listen, “Dalia” all I need is for you to work there this one night. A gentlemen by the name of Mr. Lucci will be there. All you have to do is show him a good time and give him your best lap dance. This guy pays a lot of money if he likes you. You will know it’s him because he wears a white suit and he will give you a black book with a debit card and a set of codes. One of the girls got 10,000 from him. Dalia, I really really need you to work one last night. Once we get this money, we will be in the green and can leave all this behind. Joe, if I do this, I am not doing this again. Ever. That’s it. “Sure honey”. Mr. Lucci will be in town this Friday and I know he’s going to be at the club. Let’s get this money. Friday comes and the club is packed. Joe is working the bar and Dalia is in the dressing room getting ready for her performance. A black Lamborghini pulls up outside. Who is it? No one other than Mr. Lucci. Mr. Lucci steps out the Lamborghini . Tall, broad shoulders and an undeniable charm as he smiles as he walks through the door. “May I have a scotch on the rocks please” as he sees Joe and he nods, “you got it”. So great to see you Mr. Lucci, we have a great show happening for you tonite. I can’t wait till you see the featured performer Dalia, she’s amazing. She should be on in about 20 minutes. “Great, I am ready to have a good time”. “Ladies and gentlemen” this is the time you have been waiting for, introducing the dazzling “Dalia”. Dalia comes out on the stage, she works the crowd and comes out to roaring applause. Mr. Lucci turns around and sees Dalia on stage. His eyes are locked in on her. She sees the white suit and notices Mr. Lucci move his hand inside his jacket pocket. She slowly moves towards him and gazes in his eyes. She then comes closer and whispers in his ear. Mr. Lucci has his eyes all on Dalia. “ He whispers back, I have to know more about you”...I want you...Dalia gazes back at him and gives him the most intense lap dance. He takes a black book out of his jacket and lays it on the table...”Mr. Lucci “s eyes can’t stop staring at Dalia. He is quite smitten. “You are the one...you are absolutely stunning...He looks in her eyes and says I have a black book that has 20,000 in it. I have another black book with the names of lovers of my past that I want you to have. I will give you the world. Just allow me to love you. Which black book will you choose? The one with the money you can take or the one that has my past and your entire future, with me. I will make you my wife and my life and you will be worth 100 million if you take a chance. What do you want to do? Dalia looks in his eyes with astonishment and then looks over at Joe. Which black book will she choose?
By Dreamy Studios LLC3 years ago in Humans