Victor and the Sea Kings
The Fair Maiden bounced and rocked on the violent waves caused by the raging storm. A wicked, yet beautiful green light filled the sky as the lightning streaked through the night, followed by an angry rolling thunder that sounded as though it was ripping the wooden planks straight off the old ship’s frame. Victor and Elaina held each other tight as the storm kept them awake from the bed of the captain’s chambers. They never spoke, just lie there listening to the storm in fear of what other dangers it would bring. A storm brought on by magic had unlimited possibilities, and no one knew the dangers of magic better than Elaina, being particularly “crafty” herself, brewing potions, especially potions like, which she had predicted, brought this wretched storm upon them. Since man had begun to try to rid the lands of magic, the seas became host to the wars and creations of magical beings. The seas on this part of the planet, Nevaeh, had become particularly dangerous. The thought of being out here at all worried Elaina, the storm and the possible dangers it was brewing just made matters worse.
The Witch of Barnett part 2
Angelica wept, curled up on the floor of the wagon’s rusty iron cage for most of the morning and late into the afternoon. As her tears subsided, she sat in silence listening to the wagon as it creaked and cracked, traveling along the bumpy dirt road. She curiously began to look around, scoping out the scenery as if she were planning her escape. She had never been this far from her village before; the trees weren’t like the tall swaying pines that surrounded Barnett. The trees in this part of the forest were much shorter with a lot more branches and were covered in a greenish gray, stringy moss that draped down from the trees like curtains throughout the forest. It was a beautiful, yet mysterious and eerie at the same time. It was late in the evening when the forest broke into a clearing that ran along the coast of the island. As the wagon began to round the large bay, Angelica watched the most beautiful sunset off to the left as the sun fell behind Vark Castle high on a ridge overlooking the sea. Tritus brought the wagon to a stop beside a small stretch of sandy beach and began searching the area for firewood.
The Witch of Barnett
Angelica rummaged through the dark attic, not knowing what it was she was looking for or why. The last couple of nights she had gotten little to no sleep and had been ending her nights by welcoming the morning sun peeking through the attic vents as she hopelessly searched, finding nothing, as the morning sun slowly began casting its bright orangish hue through the attic. Angelica stretched out her arms high over her head and let out a huge yawn, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. As she gathered herself and began to pull herself from the attic, she heard the ringing of the church bell coming from the town square. It wasn’t typical for the town’s church bell to ring so early in the day or to ring on a Thursday at all. Angelica ran down the stairs and out of her cottage’s front door, her dingy white nightgown and long dark brown hair flowing behind her. She continued across the lawn and out onto the gravel dirt road to accompany Maggie her lifelong neighbor and friend.
The Power of Paper and Imagination
When I need a place to escape, I re-find my inner peace on a piece of paper. For as long as I can remember drawing and writing have always been my safe place. A place I could lose myself from everything, whether it be rejection, sadness, anger, or even happiness. With a piece of paper in front of me, I am free to express myself and my emotions to my fullest extent. I remember my love of drawing going back early into my childhood. As I matured into a preteen and teenager I got into writing, mostly poems and song lyrics. I expanded my writing into short stories and played around with several book ideas after school, however, never got around to writing.
The Cake Killer
It was just another ordinary day in Boulder County for most of its residents. For homicide detectives Logan Hayes and Jeff Randell however, things were not so normal on the way back to the station to try to dig up some clues on the murder scene they had just left in the Valley Heights gated community. A friend and neighbor of 37-year-old stay at home mother, Gwen Talbot, found her unconscious in her home around 6:00 am and she was announced dead on arrival. It was confirmed by his boss and fellow neighbors that the husband was out of the country on business and their two children where across the country in college.
The Barn on the Outskirts of Town
Ping, ping, ping, the rain pitter-pattered off the old tin roof of the run-down barn on the outskirts of town. Ray and Anthony sat in silence watching the flashes of lightning through the cracks in the leaky roof and listening to the local news alert on the radio of Anthony’s dad’s old Monte Carlo they had stolen. They sat with their assault rifles and ski masks laid across their laps. The barn had been there all of Ray and Anthony’s lives. They grew up playing hide-n-seek and various other childhood games in it. It was where they came after school to hang out with a select few of other neighborhood children. It was where they had both had their first cigarettes, beer; their first experiences with girls and drugs. In fact, most of their memories of life, to this point, had taken place in this barn.
Dancing Lights in the Night
Last night I was sitting on my back porch enjoying a cigar. It is an unhealthy habit I know, but I find it relaxing. It also helps to clear my mind. It gives me a way to let go of the stress and focus my thoughts elsewhere. It was about 8:30 pm, right at dusk as the darkness of night crept upon me in between the evening rain showers. I could smell the crisp freshly fallen rain in the air. Mixed with the smell of my Oliva Serie G Maduro, I was truly in a state serenity and relaxation.
Annalise, The Archangel, and The Emerald Locket
Annalise tossed and turned in the night as she dreamed of how life once was cruising down an old country road of Northwest Georgia with her parents and two younger brothers. The windows were down, the warm summer wind was blowing her dishwater blond hair in her face. They sang silly songs and played various driving games on their way to the Chickamauga Chattanooga National Military Park to watch the whitetail deer come out for their evening graze. Her family had this outing every Sunday for as long as she could remember.
A healthy yet delicious 30 minute meal
Whether your looking for a good diet meal or simply just looking for a delicious quick dinner this is by far my favorite seafood meal. Blackened tilapia, stir fried cabbage, and sautéed imitation crab. I promise you; this one is really great and its a recipe my mom found on a diet she was on about 10 or so years ago, so it is a healthy meal. Being raised to try new things I had no hesitation at all about trying this the first time my mom cooked it. I absolutely fell in love with this recipe and I recommend it to anyone to try at least once. Not a sea food person; I completely understand, my wife wasn’t either until she tried this one. Now it is one of her favorite meals. She begs me to cook it all the time and literally grins ear to ear when I start pulling out the skillets on this one.
Drowning my sorrows in Chocolate
No matter how happy or fulfilling your life is we all have off days. We all have times when we are down in the dumps. We feel like things fall out of place from time to time. We go through; break ups, job changes, loss of loved ones and the list of things that get us down goes on and on. When life seems to continuously through us curve balls we look for ways to deal with the stress. Things to make us feel better about ourselves and lift us up. We all have different ways of dealing with life’s problems. Some of us turn to drinking or drugs. Some turn to more physical healthier stress relievers such as; boxing, crafts, rock climbing and what ever else. Many of us turn to food. A big one in particular with the ladies (and now my self) is chocolate.
Coping with ADHD
Any one who has ever raised or spent a good amount of time with a child with disabilities it can be a daunting task. Especially if you do not understand what the child is going through. Or how to help a child cope with having a disability you have little to no knowledge of. While all disabilities can be challenging especially for children. This article is specifically about Attention Deficit hyperactive Disorder (ADHD).
A gift from Mom
A mothers love can be one of the most amazing gifts any of us ever receive. The gifts and lessons that they teach us will take you farther in life than you could ever realize. Most of the things I have learned over the years and the memories my mom and I have made have taken place in the kitchen (even though the kitchen was barely big enough for us both to use at the same time.) As well as some of my most important lessons in life.