Thursday, February 1, 2018

Gratitude

Thoughts.

Have known, but finally realized how much I need to raise my vibration levels on a daily basis, and embrace the joys more than the negatives. But I also need to embrace the negatives, not letting them take over, but using them as a measurement by which I understand how wonderful the positives really are.

This is hard, since I have, for most of my life, I think, tried to keep my energy levels low, thinking it would serve me better in the long run. It has and hasn’t, and it’s time for a change.

Today I started with an indoor walk. I’m going to listen to fun music when I get a chance. I’m going to find something else I can do that will fit into what is going to be a long workday, that will make me feel good.

I am smiling because I am a great aunt of a baby who is a total miracle.
I smiling because I don’t have to buy a new car for awhile, and my old one is working great.
I am smiling because I got in touch with a cousin I haven’t spoken to in a very long time, and I will, hopefully, see her at family reunion this year.
I am smiling because my book is coming together.
I am smiling because I have a job I love, friends who I love, family that I love, a home that I love, a cat that I love, a life that I love.

I am blessed.
I am grateful.
I smile.



Monday, January 22, 2018

Writing Prompt Challenge Day #7

WC: 200
genre: childrens
character: pilot
material: fire
sentence: this is delicious
bonus: great storm

Billy walked around his airplane, checking it just like his father had taught him.
Even though it didn’t really have wings, wheels, or a tail, he was still careful because he was going to be a pilot, just like his dad when he grew up.
Satisfied, he climbed into the cardboard cockpit.
“Everything is a-ok,” he said. “Let’s get some water in the tank and put out that forest fire.”
“Okay,” Sam replied. “Let’s go.”
Billy made noises like an engine starting up. They were just about to fly when his mom called out, “Lunch is ready!”
He climbed out of the box quickly. “Oh good! A great storm just started. The fire is out.”
“What about me?” Sam asked, sadly.
Billy pulled pieces of a cookie from out of his pocket.
“You can have this.” He laid them on top of the box.
“Who are you talking to? ” Sally asked from the doorway. “There’s nobody there.”
“Yes, there is, it’s my copilot,” Billy replied.
They went to the kitchen arguing about his imaginary friend.
Back at the airplane the cookie pieces lifted up and then disappeared. There were crunching noises that nobody heard.
“This is delicious,” Sam said.

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Writing Prompt Challenge Day #6

With studied nonchalance, Jessie sauntered to the door, pretending to sip wine from the cut glass goblet. Pausing to make sure the other inhabitants remained preoccupied with each other, were watching the game, or browsing the buffet table, she slipped into the hall, closing the door behind her.
The sound of rabidly excited baseball fans rolled through the stadium hall as the player who’d slammed the ball into far right field while she was escaping made his way around the bases.
Despite the noise, she felt her tension level fall a notch. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly.
“Lord, what a day!” she muttered.
Being an up and coming athlete who need sponsorship sucked, because it meant she had to schmooze with snooty rich bitches, and dodge advances from creepy, predator-type bastards, who assumed they had the right to make slimy propositions.
Only her manager’s timely intervention had allowed her to get away for a brief respite before she did something regrettable.
She had been out less than a minute, but it was enough to restore her equilibrium. About to reopen the door, she noticed something glittering several feet away.
The curved display case, which separated the entrance of this private box from the next, was shattered. Apparently made of safety glass, even though it was heavily cracked, only a few pieces had landed on the floor.
Now that she was looking, she could see the handle of what appeared to be a snow shovel sticking out of the hole the perpetrator had made. Then something inside moved, and something large else fell with a crash.
Intrigued, she crept closer, peering through the hole.
Her mouth fell open as the biggest possum she’d ever seen crawled sedately along the shelf, knocking plaques and trophies off their perches.


Saturday, January 20, 2018

Writing Prompt Challenge Day #5

WC: 550
Genre: Adventure
Character: Angel
 Material: a fridge
Line: It's your fault
Bonus: damsel in distress

"Where are you?" She whimpered.
Reaching down she shimmied the rope that was supposed to be binding her to the tree back up around her waist. She’d had to do it several times, and it was getting extremely annoying.
Chaz had been in a hurry, neglecting to fasten the line properly. Not that it mattered. She only needed to give the appearance of subjugation so that, after triumphantly defeating the villain, her hero, Roberto would feel even more heroic as he released her.
The problem was it had been hours. It was going to be dark soon, and there was no sign of either of them. If no one showed up soon she was going to be alone in the wilderness, in the dark. That was unacceptable, and definitely not the way this was supposed to play out.
She listened, hoping to hear the approach of someone, anyone; at this point she didn’t care who. But there was only the incessantly chirping birds, and the occasional rustle of a foraging squirrel to break the silence.
No one was coming. All was lost!
Dear heaven,” she exclaimed. “Save me!”
A brassy trumpet fanfare echoed through the woods, and a pillar of light thumped onto the forest floor, causing the rope to give up even the suggestion of holding her captive, landing in a limp pile around her feet.
Screaming she tried to back up through the tree trunk. It resisted, though a few leaves came loose and floated down upon her head.
Behold!” the light thundered. “You have called upon heaven, and heaven has answered!”
The world spun, taking her with it into darkness.
*
Hey, come on! Wake up!”
The voice was exquisite, rich and musical. Nonetheless, it was annoying in its insistence on bringing her back to consciousness, forcing her to realize she was lying on the ground, and a stick was trying to gouge out one of her kidneys.
Shifting to one side to relieve the pain, she opened her eyes and found a being of radiant luminosity returning her gaze.
If pressed she would not have been able to describe what she was seeing, if it was male, female, clothed or naked. But the impression of great beauty was aided by soft, ethereal music emanating from nowhere and everywhere, filling the area with a sound that transcended the senses, wrapping around her like a sheet of finest silk.
It was so wondrous, so breathtakingly beautiful, so awe-inspiring… until it burped. No, not a burp, a belch of monumental proportions that actually made her hair whip around as if caught in a wind tunnel.
Shorry ‘bout that,” the vision slurred.
You’re drunk?” Krista’s awe turned to disbelief.
No, no, not drunk.” The angel denied, then staggered to the left before it catching itself by spreading what she assumed were its wings. “Jush had a few drops of th’ old ambrosia. Good stuff!”
Disbelief became outrage. She scrambled to her feet, glaring into what she assumed was its face.
I was kidnapped, tied to a tree and left to possibility be mauled by tigers in the night,” she yelled. I was supposed to be rescued by a handsome prince!”
Yeah, about tha'. Shorry, but it's your fault. We were having a l’il party, and the fridge landed on ‘im.”


Friday, January 19, 2018

Writing Prompt Challenge Day #4

Day #4 Writing Prompt Challenge
Word Count - 150
Genre - Magical Realism
Character - movie producer
Material - binoculars
Sentence - "Where did you get that wound?"
Bonus - involves a fight

Who are you?
Rose Chatham, your new producer.
You’re the sorceress.
Yes.
What happened to Stan?
There have been complaints. The studio sent me investigate. I did. He is gone.
Where?
Why are you here?
We need a bigger basilisk for the fight scene. The one we have will get eaten by the chimera in no time flat.
Why didn’t you get the proper size one to begin with?
Stan said it wasn’t in the budget. I was going to have it out with him, but now you’re in charge.
Yes I am, and I agree. I’ll have the trainer provide what you need.
Great. By the way, I have to ask, where did you get that wound?
Rose’s enigmatic smile made him pale and quickly leave the room.
Conjuring up binoculars, she checked to see if the griffon was done eating. Satisfied, she began going over the new budget.


Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Writing Prompt Challenge Day #3

Writing Prompt Challenge #3
WC: 250
Genre: Crime
Char: Child hater
Material: binoculars
Quote: Everyone keeps ignoring me
Extra: Character hated by everyone


Dangling the binoculars strap from her index finger, Sandra raised her left eyebrow quizzically.

"I like to look at birds," Bert snarled defensively. Snatching the glasses away, he set them on the windowsill pulling the grimy curtain back into place, returning the room to what was obviously its customary claustrophobic gloom.

Waddling to the dingy sofa, he plopped down onto the beaten-to-exhaustion cushions with a loud groan. The detective struggled not to gag as an all but visible odor, reminiscent of mothballs, and musty, unwashed hair, assaulted her nose. 
She kept her reaction ruthlessly under control, unwilling to appear weak in front of her partner, who remained standing at the entrance to the cluttered room.

"I understand you were served with a cease and desist notice from city council because you were calling daily to complain about the neighborhood kids."
Bert’s face reddened. “They do it just to make me mad, but when I told the police they ignored me. Everyone always keeps ignoring me. I didn’t do anything to that kid, even though you all think I did. Everyone hates me!” he whined.

She was about to ask why, when without warning a three foot long monitor lizard emerged from under the coffee table, moving quickly toward her. Her gun was trained on it without conscious thought. 

As if intimidated by her action the beast stopped several feet away, giving her a cold reptilian stare, before opening its mouth in a threatening hiss.

There’s a good kitty,” Bert crooned.




Writing Prompt Challenge Day #2

Writing prompt challenge, Day 2 -
Word count: 250
Genre: adventure
Character: fascist
material: carrot
phrase: This means war
Optional: Civilization has come to an end
Fascists are icky people. Just sayin'…
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I looked down upon the city which lay in ruins, collapsed buildings crushing the vehicles that had been fleeing the destruction. The end had come not with a whimper, but with a bang. Although there had been plenty of whimpering. Millions had died. And yet, there were still so many survivors.
I thought of some of those I’d come across in my travels, the ones that had threatened me, run me off, or even tried to kill me. They had tried and they failed.
The chaos of anarchy was a common denominator throughout the land. But now, things were about to change.
I looked across the lines of soldiers I'd recruited; the ones who believed in bringing order back to the world. I’d dangled the carrot, and they’d taken the bait, believing that under my leadership, we could and would restore civilization. But this time I was not going to let some weak, all-people-are-equal idiocy weaken the foundations of governance.
Everyone would do what I wanted, get what I allowed, and my generosity would keep them safe and fed, allow them utilities, and jobs. But only if they behaved.
A shot rang out. Behind me a scream and a thud as someone collapsed. There were calls for a medic, but I did not look back to see, my focus solely on those who stood against me and mine.
“Sir”! My top general approached. “They refused your offer. What now?
“It’s obvious,” I replied. “They didn’t listen. This means war!”