Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
Bio
I started writing when I was about eight years old. I love to read and I also love to create. As a writer and an artist, I want to share the things that I have learned and experienced. Genres: Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and history.
Stories (125/0)
The Well-Spring - Chapter 2
Link to Chapter 1: Morning Song CHAPTER 2 - The Clearing Alana opened her eyes to the sound of locust chirping and the cool dampness of dusk. Her skin was already moist from the tiny droplets of dew that covered the ground and surrounding foliage. A chill from the ground beneath her seeped slowly through her clothes and into her back. Conflicting with the cool sensation was a warmth that radiated from the top of her head. Lazily she reached up and found Sebastian curled around her head. She smiled to herself realizing that he must have found her while she napped that afternoon. Alana gazed up at the sky, still flat on her back, and witnessed the dawning of the night sky. Each new star, like pinpricks through paper added light and beauty to the night.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Fiction
Finite-Time
In the spring of 2020, I was a student in a creative writing course to wrap up two more Associate Degrees. The professor is a close friend of mine and I asked him if we could have my peers answer the following questions using either poetry or prose:
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Poets
- Top Story - July 2022
We Each Have A Story To TellTop Story - July 2022
I have been governed by one principle for as long as I can remember: and that is to always be truthful. Even at the risk of losing something, I still remain true to this in my life. My father once said of me that I see things in black and white and that I express my thoughts, feelings, and ideas without a hidden agenda - often expecting the same of others.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Humans
The Cursed Night Jar
She knew that it was morning when she woke. The room was still dark and the air was still. Dawn was not yet there and the birds had not yet started their welcoming invocation. She tried to wrap her mind around the images and the messages presented to her while she slept. It seemed familiar in its tenor, the detail altered. Maybe it was just more.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Fiction
Popular Mechanics Vocalized
The noonday sun beat down upon the white blanket laid the night before reducing it to a murky stream flowing through the gutters of the urban neighborhood. Melted snow and ice streaked down the backyard-facing window casting wavy uneven shadows upon the living room floor. The sounds of cars slushing by on the streets outside pierced through the windows and front door. Headlights scattered and reflected against muddy puddles and plate size patches of snow. Shadows lengthened and darkened as the sun was laid to rest and the evening clouds rolled in. The chill in the air grew thin and piercing as the natural light dimmed within the walls of the matchbox house.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Fiction
The Well-Spring
Morning song began slowly and softly as the warm rays streamed through the open windows reaching across the room beckoning the tiny frame to awaken and join nature's celebration of the new day. Eowyn rose from the soft armchair where she had kept vigil as her daughter lay silently. As she approached the east-facing bed she could see the soft rise and fall of Arwen's chest. Leaning over she placed her right hand upon the delicate brown. Every nerve registering burning heat. As Eowyn began to lower herself to sit upon the bed she felt the strong protective hand of Aragon rest upon her shoulder. Eowyn and Aragon gazed upon their eldest daughter, who struggled silently against death. Eowyn looked up at Aragon as concern swept across his face.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Fiction
Reason and Imagination
In 1820, Thomas Love Peacock's essay "The Four Ages of Poetry" suggested a theory that "poetry in its origin was a primitive use of language and mind" and that "poetry had become a useless anachronism in his own Age of Bronze." Even though this piece was satirical in nature, Utilitarian philosophers would hold fast to Peacock's ideas. Knowing this piece to be a joke by his good friend, Percy Bysshe Shelley responded with his own essay "A Defence of Poetry."
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Humans
Renaissance Humanism
The subject of art throughout the ages has been an evolving study by art historians and archaeologists. Discoveries from the Upper Paleolithic to the Neolithic, often considered artifacts rather than art, have slowly transitioned in importance and relevance to the art world. Following this historic period, Christianity played a role in much of the artwork found in churches and cathedrals beginning with the Early Christian period through the Early Medieval and then Gothic periods. This art was meant to instruct, inspire, and offer a way of life for the illiterate audience. This time of visual instruction soon changed; transitioning from a medieval world to the age of Renaissance.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Wander
The Pavement of the Beit Alfa Synagogue:
"Little remains of the synagogue building except the floor and walls" of the Beit Alfa Synagogue built during the 6th Century. Complete excavation of the Beit Alfa Synagogue, roughly 90 years ago, revealed the mosaic floor in the central nave, arranged along the length of the floor, depicting the Ark of the Covenant, signs of the zodiac, and the sacrifice of Isaac, the son of Abraham and Sarah from the Old Testament. These images were formed in three separate panels and framed with a mosaic border.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Geeks