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Water Is Life 12/4/2016

Water is life is still an actual fact as of today, Sunday December 4th 2016. All living things require fresh, clean water. If you believe anything is more valuable than water you are insane. If your words and actions do anything against protecting our water you are a criminal. We must respect our water. Peace and love have a blessed day.

Fiction Friday 11/18/2016

Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday, where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #129 “November 14th, 2016” writing challenged.  The words I used: Mute | Tidewater | Wisteria | Step | Bibliotaph | Guts | Breeze | Faceless | Sharp | Penetralia |

This week’s entry:

“Cori, look out the window,” her father said.

She looked up from her book and her eyes were met with a scene so picturesque. Their car followed a narrow winding path on a cliff. On the left was a treacherous mountain that looked like rocks could come tumbling down any moment. Cori marked her place in her book, Tidewater, and opened the window, sticking her head out. Her mother fussed at her to get back inside, but she ignored her and stuck her narrow figure further out.  Across from them was an identical pathway on a cliff but in the opposite direction, a dense lush forest bordering the opposing path. She wished they were driving on the other side, closer to the trees. Below each cliff  was a rushing river with large rocks jutting out. Cori squinted her eyes and off in the distance she swore she saw someone in a canoe or a kayak, battling the water with a neon paddle.  Continue reading Fiction Friday 11/18/2016

Moonrise

Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday. Every Friday I will post some of my writing.

Here is this Friday’s:

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The rain pelted the window as she slept, comforting and unsettling her. There was an odd love-hate relationship she had developed with water. As a young girl she had constantly swam in the lake nearby, or the swimming pool in the next city over. She played water sports with her brothers on those unbearable scorching summer days. Once, she had nearly drowned when they went to the ocean on vacation when she was sixteen. Her Uncle and most of his family had drowned almost four years ago in a freak accident. Since then she hadn’t been able to tolerate being in something as simple as a bath. But she enjoyed the sound of running water and the rain outside, most of the time when it didn’t make her jittery.

She reached over as her alarm went off, blinking a solid 2:50 A.M. Another restless night with sleep that didn’t help shit. Throwing the covers off, she slowly spread out her limbs, her stretching accompanied by a symphony of cracks. As she laid there a few more seconds she heard the rain pick up its tempo. She rolled her eyes, annoyed that she had to do early morning patrol. The only good thing out of it is that she didn’t have to exercise later. Rolling out of bed, she slid over to her closet, pulling out a running suit and some under things.

Within four minutes she was dressed and downstairs. She slipped half a cheese bagel in to the toaster and pulled out some cream cheese and a knife. While her bagel toasted, she went to the alcove next to the door to put her shoes and rain suit on. A few sets of shoes and rain gear were drying in the alcove, no doubt from the earlier shift.

There were eight three-hour shifts, four people on each. We ran a perimeter non-stop around the property, making sure the walls and the wards weren’t damaged or broken. If anything looked or felt out of the ordinary, we were to signal it in, no matter what.The buzzer ding’d, signaling the bagel was done. Quickly, she slathered some cream cheese on it and finished it in three bites. The knife landed in the sink, napkin in the trash, and she was out the door before the clock hit 2:59 A.M.

Continue reading Moonrise

Words Of The Day

She stirred, wondering what the kerfuffle was. She looked out her window to see her neighbors yelling and pushing each other. Someone came outside and said something, somehow conciliating both parties. Turning over, she reached for her forest sounds and turned them up slightly, drifting back to sleep.   Continue reading Words Of The Day