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Fiction Friday Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116- The Moon 04.21.17

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Approx 15-20 Minute Read

Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116- The Moon .


“Come on!” He urged. She winced from the feedback in her headphones.

“Do you know what time it is?” She asked, exasperated. The time read: 2:14am. Continue reading Fiction Friday Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116- The Moon 04.21.17

Fiction Friday 4/14/17 Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #160

Hi, welcome to Fiction Friday, where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #160.

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Her lungs ached from the climb up. She turned, and before her was a stunning sight. She shifted her weight to her right hip and etched this landscape into her memory.

“It was as if I was on top of the world…,” Her mom had described while laying sick in her hospital bed, at the end of the life and wanting to tell her shy sheltered girl her adventures.

Carrie was only 14 when her mom passed away. She bounced around from her father, to his family, to her mother’s family, which she liked being around because it reminded her of her mom. It infused her with happiness and positivity that she just didn’t absorb with her father’s family.

Carrie sat down, tucking her coat under her butt. Reaching into her coat, she pulled out a medium sized drawing  pad and began to sketch what she saw. She used a crazy long pencil that had ruler markings etched onto it to her help her line up her vanishing points and anchor her perspectives.

Time seemed to pass slowly as the sun went down and the sky darkened. Still, Carrie sketched on. After a couple of hours, she stood up and stretched her legs and looked at her pad. Satisfied with what she saw on it, she nodded and with that began the journey down to the bottom.

She flashed to one of the last memories she had with mother…

Carrie sat at an angle at the side of her mother’s bed so that she watch her sketch. She faded in and out of consciousness, sometimes speaking, other times reaching out and patting her twice. 

She could hear her mother rustling next to her. She turned and was greeted with her warm green eyes. Carrie smiled. Her mother returned her smile and squeezed her elbow.

“That is just simply stunning baby girl,” her mother had rasped. Carrie shrugged. 

“Be proud of your work Carrie, you are constantly learning and growing and evolving. I love you and am proud of you at every stage of your life because you are constantly discovering yourself, scrapping the old you and reemerging tweaked and different in better, positive and beautiful way.”

That was the most Carrie had heard her mother say in one clip in an extremely long time. Her mother held her hand to her chest but stared her straight in the eye to drive her point home. She smiled and leaned down towards her mother, kissing her on either side of her face.

“Thank you mom, I love you too.”

Carrie turned back to her pad and twirled her pencil in her hand, trying to decide where to dive back into. Her mom rubbed her back until she fell back asleep. 

She had sketched so effortlessly and beautifully that day. It was still some of the best work she had done by far. Carrie had felt that feeling today sketching, another goal besides actually making it up there.

What a great day. Her mother would be proud.

 

 

Snippet Sunday 4/9/17

Hello and welcome to Snippet Sunday, where I share some of my music that is a work in progress. I hope you enjoy and stop by every Sunday for the latest snippet! Also, check out our Soundcloud for more snippets as well as our Google Play Artists page for more of our music.

Fiction Friday Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Finish off Fridays #9: The Wait 03.03.17.

150 Words, 2 Min Read

Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Finish off Fridays #9: The Wait 03.03.17.,  where they provide the picture and the opening sentence and we write an additional 100-150 words to complete the story.

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Clementine anxiously waited for the 5:40 out of the city, wondering if he would be on board. She touched her pocket nervously and looked out of the window. Today would be the day that Clementine would speak to him, and she knew just what topic to broach. Her head turned as the trained approached, palms becoming sweaty. Clementine stepped onto the train, looked around and spotted him. As the train moved she made her way over to where he stood. For a moment she watched, mesmerized as she had often before, as he flipped and turned the switch blade in his hand. With a nervous smile on her face, she tapped on his shoulder. He took out one of his headphones and turned to her, still flipping the blade every which way. Clementine took out her own and showed it to him, shrugging and saying, “Could you show me a thing or two?” With a genuinely surprised smile, he nodded and reached to check out her blade.

Fiction Friday 2/10/17 Tale Weaver #106

Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver No. 106. This week they are asking for a tale to be woven where touch is important.

WARNING: FOR MATURE READERS ONLY

1,801 words, 6-8 Minute Read

Chapter 1

His lips left tiny burning trails against my shoulders and neck as he pressed his body against mine, his hands tugging at the towel wrapped around me. I closed my eyes and reveled in his touch. Why was he doing this to me? Time and time again I’d dreamt about him, yet only recently had the dreams turned increasingly sexual.

His arm cupped my butt and he picked me up, carrying me to the bed and laying me down gently, softly, as if I were something valuable and precious to him. He pulled the towel away and threw it to the floor. His lips made a trail down my body while his hands rubbed my thighs. There I lay, bare, naked, completely exposed for his eyes to see and hands to caress.

I rocked my hips back and forth as his lips kissed my inner thigh. As the moan escaped my lips I looked down; his eyes locked on mine, a predatory look in his eyes that caused my whole body to shiver. He smiled and slid up my body, nipping and sucking my flesh as he went. I pulled the sheets and moaned louder. His lips, his hands, his everything set me on fire.

My mind flashed to the first time he’d touched me.We had just been sitting across from each other in the grass, talking and laughing. I had fallen over from laughing so hard and had hurt my hand. He’d reached out, taken it in his and kissed it, igniting a small fire that was now fully stoked and out of control. I wanted to stop him and calm the fire, gain some control back.

But dammit, it just felt too fucking good.

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Fiction Friday 2/9/17 Twittering Tales

Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales 140 character tell-alls prompt, where she provides a prompt photo and our mission is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.

136 Characters 

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I stroked his neck, his fur and purring calming me, centering me. Our eyes met, a silent understanding between us. My bubby, his human.