I enjoy writing about multiple different things and try to come up with new ideas. I took a break from writing for awhile but trying to get back into it with a new series.
From Darkness to Light
Chapter 4: The Twilight Lucca awoke with the sunset. Already his Hologlass was buzzing on his bedside table. The automatic curtains revealed a night with no moon. He despised nights like these, the only light was from the city and it made his eyes ache. He much preferred the moon light and on full moons the lights of the city were dimmed to allow the beauty of the moon to truly shine.
From Darkness to Light
Chapter 3: The Dawn The following morning, River was upset with herself for not getting the “Non Disclosure Agreement” signed by Lucca. Now he was free to speak about the strange woman he found in the forest. He just left so quickly and it was without warning. One minute she spoke of her story and her husband and the next he was gone. She remembered he said he wanted to return. She would have him sign it then, hopefully he did return.
From Light to Darkness
Chapter Two: The Night The day had continued on as normal. I went out to feed and water the chickens and Betty. I cleaned the coop, watered the garden, tended to the flowers, and baked some bread. The market days would be beginning again soon as the spring slowly thawed the winter months. The greenness of the surrounding trees was thick with fresh rain and the ground was damp with fresh dew. I sat and crocheted some mittens and scarves that I will sell at the market.
From Light to Darkness
Chapter One: The Light The dawn creeped over the mountains earlier than yesterday.The spring was coming to the Pacific Northwest. The haze of fog hung heavy over the emerald green trees and the morning sun slowly rose awakening the small oceanside town. The street lights clicked off as the streets brightened. A hundred years ago the streets of this town were so packed with people that the constant noise of shuffling feet and voices kept the cities alive 24/7. The populations were exhausted.
It all started 34 years ago, when I met the most handsome man I had ever seen. I was standing in the corner of a bar my friends dragged me out to, a little nervous and uncomfortable. But, I resisted the urge to set my half empty drink on the sticky bar covered in booze and sugar, and walk home for the evening.
When You Fall In Love
In life, we all love and we all lose. The saying goes “it is better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all.” But is it truly better to love and lose it, then to never experience the true art of love? The answer has never been clear to me. I have loved many and lost many, I have continued to search for love, and I have continued to have it fall through my fingers. No matter how many times I have learned to love, I have still not learned that losing it can be just as hard to understand.
I Thought of Kissing You Yesterday
I thought about kissing you today... and yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. I’m sure you get the idea. I thought about kissing you. At first, it was by accident. I was daydreaming, my thoughts in the wind, swirling around my curls. Then you sat next to me, my best friend in the whole wide world. You weren’t new, you were familiar and warm. I could smell of deeply masculine cologne, barely covering the scent of a woman. Someone who liked Victoria’s Secrect just a little too much. He was just with someone, he left her to come to me. My heart leapt! Wait? My heart leapt? At you? My friend?
The Epidemic of the Dick Pic
I have been single now for 4 years. For about half of those I chose to stay single, needing time to heal and grow from my disaster of a marriage. The other half I have actively looked for someone to start over with. Here is where I want to scream at every guy on the street. Young, old, professional, blue collar, single dads, baby daddies, no kids, alcoholics, or not, it seems as if every man at some point thinks it’s okay to whip out their dick and take a picture.
The Tale of Two Sisters: Part One
It began on a warm summer morning, the breeze blowing through our living room window cooled the dark cavern we tried to keep below 90 degrees. Mom was nine months pregnant with my sister and I was so in love with her. I spent every moment I could with my little head pressed against mom’s bulging belly, listening to my sister swish and swirl. Her feet pushed again my tiny ear and cheek as she grew too big for her surroundings. Even though my mom was visibly uncomfortable, she never told me to leave. She would brush my long brunette curls with her fingers gently down my back as I laid there.
Tea Party for Two
Serena is laughing beside me on the couch, her silky hair brushes my shoulder. I am envious of her hair, all silver blonde curls, and no sign of split ends, or of it not behaving as it should. My hair is long gone now, as are my eyebrows, and my eye lashes. Chemotherapy took those away months ago, and every chance my hair had to grow back, chemo took it away again.
My Worst Valentine's Day Ever
Valentine's Day is a day most people find the most difficult. But I find it is the day to be the most beautiful, full of love and hope. It's a day celebrating love in all stages! Whether you have a Valentine or not, it's a day to spread love!
Marriage Advice from a Divorced Woman
When I got married a year and six months ago, I never thought I would get divorced. When I said "I do" the words "I don't" never crossed my mind. In my personal situation, it was unexpected when the time came to say goodbye. However, divorce is devastating. No matter the length of the marriage, no matter if no have children or you don't, and no matter if you know the best thing is to leave, divorce is devastating for everyone involved. Especially for you.