Weather?

We all drive in the weather. Snow, hail, wind, rain, dust from the wind, ice on the roads, heat beating down on the blacktop roads. I just feel the weather has gone a bit crazy. Snow in May in Texas! What is up with that?

I am sitting by my window looking out at the trees blowing all over the place. Branches just dropping off and shattering as the old wood hits the ground. (I am suppose to be formatting my next book) but the sound coming from outside is down right scary.

I have sat in the storm shelter three times now, and not knowing what is happening is scary enough. The sound is the most terrifying to me. Created by the gods and mother nature herself, the sound of a storm can be ferocious to ones ears.

I am wishing everyone safe travels during this crazy weather event in the mid-west, and for everyone else that is on the road just trying to get home from church or work.

Be safe everyone. Get home and hug your family, kiss the four-legged family members as well.

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The Longing to Belong (A story created for Faerie Magazine, http://www.faeriemag.com/)

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The Longing to Belong

 

Finally alone, Naleen removes the beastly egg from her satchel. She is drawn to the opalescence of the egg. Each moment she touches the glowing incubator she feels the power growing within. She stands near the edge of the forest. The trees hide her well as she blends in with her environment. She wants to be part of this world. She wants to belong.

 

She gazes at the egg one more time. Will she risk her wellbeing for the life of an illuminating dragon? Can she put the dragon’s life below all her desires to belong? She wants to be accepted by the nightshade tribe. The leader, Marto told her she had to find the only illuminating dragon egg and destroy the unknowing beast.

 

The eggs motions caress Naleen’s fingertips. Her heart is pounding as she takes in a deep breath and whispers a goodbye to the unborn winged creature. Naleen’s fingers can’t release the egg. Tears form in her eyes as the egg reveals the true reason for its existence.

 

         The dragon wants to be loved as well. He is the last of his kind, without him the sun will fade from the earth’s atmosphere. Darkness will take over the planet. Guilt sweeps over Naleen and she cries for her misguided reasons. She swears her allegiance to the egg and holds it to her heart.

 

          She has found her true love for light and life.

 

St. Patrick’s Day 2017

My prose I wrote in #CreativeQuills at Tuesdays meetup:

Depressed and lonely Naleen walks to the park to access her life. She is trying to decide if her life is worth living. As she sits down on her favorite park bench she can’t believe her luck. A gold box was on the ground next to the bench. She glances around to see if anyone is watching her and she slowly picks up the box, tucks it under her shirt and quickly walks home.

Jeeter follows Naleen home. He’s been waiting all afternoon for someone to spot the golden box sitting next to the park bench. His job is easy: Put a box of gold where anyone can see if and wait for the magical change. He works one day out of the year. This should be an easy job.

Today, Jeeter hopes this year will be the change. The change that will transport him back home. He waits for the magic to happen.

Naleen opens the golden box and the gold coins sparkle in front of her eyes. the brightness of the coins bring tears to her eyes. She’s mesmerized by the contents of the box. She slowly reaches for a coin, but suddenly stops.

Naleen is no fool. This pot of gold can’t be real. It’s all a cruel joke. She closes the box, walks out to her trash can and tosses the golden box into the garbage heap.

Jeeter will be a leprechaun for another year.st patty

 

 

 

 

Oncoming traffic…

We have accepted the fact that not only do we have to watch out for potholes, debris, broken down cars on the side of the road but we (us drivers) have one more thing we need to watch out for as we drive.

Texting drivers.

On my way to work this morning there were three cars ahead of mine, and everyone of those cars were crossing over into the other lanes. Each driver were looking at their phones as they were driving, or talking to the phones.

On my way home, I could clearly see the young man that was coming straight toward me; in my lane. I slowed down and pulled over onto the grass area. He looked up and noticed his driving mistake, zipped back over into his lane and drove away. I continued on with my drive until I approached a nice Dodge Ram truck going about 50 miles and hour in a 65 mile an hour area. I released the cruise control on the Jeep and waited. I drove behind this person for about two miles, and then he blessed me with a cloud of exhaust smoke as he sped off in front of me.

Here in Oklahoma the road hazards are many. Trucks, exits that you don’t see, wild animals in the road, construction sites, work trucks, and now we have to watch out for texting drivers. I don’t text while I drive. I know what a crushed automobile can do to a human body. I’ve seen the horrid results with my own eyes.

I wish people would realize: it’s not worth it. Not worth a life. In the town I grew up in, Bakersfield, CA. there was a billboard that stated: Don’t drink and drive, we can wait. It was the local cemetery’s advertisement. I wonder if that billboard now says, don’t text, we can wait.

Drive safely, and please don’t text and drive.Moorea

To get to the other side… a boy’s adventure.

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They told him it could be done. They warned him of the dangers and every possibility of failure. “Many people have tried, you won’t succeed.” His own grandmother stated to him as he began his journey.“Well,” his father interrupts, “there was that man that attempted his fate twenty years ago. Look what happened to him.” His grandmother smiles and comments “oh yeah, that was a mess to clean up.”“All I need is a rope, good shoes and a crane.” He states.

“A crane. You think a crane will help you at this point?” his father laughs.

“Yes, I do father. I have a plan. A plan like no other.” He proudly smiles.

“Yeah, plan all you want. You will never succeed.” The grandmother states as she walks out of the hut.

He will show them. This can only be done on this night. The night of a full moon.

The giraffe was found along the river after the flood. He will risk his life to return the giraffe to its home. He is shocked the giraffe survived the torrent water and the deadly area under the bridge.

He slowly places the rope on the giraffe’s neck and begins to walk across the bridge. He drops the small morsels of food on the ground so the crane will follow.

The bridge begins to shake and rumble from underneath. It’s awake and now the boy must decide his future.

He pulls on the rope, grabs the crane and regretfully tosses the unwilling sacrifice down into the creek. He runs as fast as he can pulling the giraffe with him.

One hand grabs the bridges structure creating a crackling sounds and a small scream comes from under the bridge as the troll accepts the bird as payment for a safe passage over the bridge.

This was a writing prompt in my writing class Tuesday.

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