Showing posts with label My Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Writing. Show all posts

Friday, December 9, 2011

My Lonely Companion

She illuminates the sky,
a lantern which brightens the night,
the clouds fly quickly by below…
How long it lasts, I never know,
the time goes by forever slowed
by beauty, natural and true.
I stand in the frigid cold,
remembering the tales of old,
of heroes and maidens fair,
which o'er and o'er have been told.
My breath catches her light,
I miss him with all my might,
but he's gone away another day
and all I can do is wait.
The tales cease passing through my mind,
leaving only memories of he and I,
I hold them close, they warm my heart,
it pains us to be apart.
And yet I smile up at her,
bask in her reflective light,
she is my companion here,
in her peace is found tonight,
I wonder if she's lonely now, forever far away…

Thursday, July 7, 2011

My Bucket List

Inspired by the AMAZING giveaway going on over at Life is Too Short Not to Wear Red Shoes, I've decided to make a bucket list. I've been thinking about making one for ages, but never sat down and took the time to do it, so here is my chance to correct that ;). In no particular order:

Go to college.
Have a novel published.
Discover something no one ever knew(preferably in the biological field).
Develop a successful career that, directly or indirectly, changes and saves lives.
Rediscover my faith and build a stronger relationship with God.
Fall in love.
Get married.
Have a beach house.
Buy my mom a beach house.
Pursue photography.
Go to the west coast.
Go to Alaska.
Go to Ireland.
Go to Paris.
Go to Spain.
See the pyramids.
Bungee Jump.
Whitewater raft on a natural river.
Share God's love with someone.
Learn guitar.
Hang Glide.
Camp for REAL.
Get my masters degree in something practical that will advance my career.
Read the complete works of Shakespeare.
Get in a food fight.
Begin and maintain a healthy lifestyle--exercise, diet, everything.
Be a mother, when I'm good and ready to change the focus of my life off of my career.
Meet some of my blogger friends.
Ride an elephant ;).
See Cage the Elephant in concert.
See MUSE in concert*****MUST DO!
… I'd also list 'be in a movie', but I've actually checked that one off :). Though, a credited ROLE as opposed to background would be pretty awesome.


Anywho, this list is far from exhaustive--it is just what occurred to me right now, as I watch the Harry Potter movie event on ABC Family. They were so cute and little back in the first films! :D. People, the giveaway has tons of prizes, and entering is easy--click the button and check it out! And don't forget to comment here, with some of YOUR bucket list items! I'm curious ;).

Friday, March 18, 2011

Write Your Heart Out Wednesday: Writing (a Narration From My Patio)

Right now, I'm sitting on my screened in back patio, with our dog on my lap, drinking sweet tea. He's listening to the gossip of the neighborhood dogs, I'm surfing the web, and listening to a baseball game echoing from a local park. I'm a tiny bit overheated, likely due to the many layers of winter clothing I'm wearing out of habit, and just stuck a bug safely on the screen because the dog tried to eat it. The sky is blue, and the moon is huge and a pale pink color, sitting not far above the horizon. The pastels in the sky contrast sharply with the black silhouettes of the trees, the birds are eating from our new supposedly squirrel proof bird feeder, and the deep tones of a wind chime are softly making themselves heard. Here I sit, writing out my simple thoughts, my surroundings, sketching for those poor souls reading a vague image of the scene in which I find myself. Here I sit, writing, while I think of my grandparents deep in the south, likely sitting on their screened in porch, sipping sweet tea and eating greens grown from their garden, with Granny swatting mosquitos and Papa telling her to stop fussing about. I write and remember the last time we visited, when we spent days shelling peas on that very porch, which I had to write a poem about for school which turned out less than satisfactory, or at least I found it so. The moon is rising now, as the sun sets, and the lights are turned on over the baseball field, shining through the trees in the distance. And still here I sit, writing away, switching back and forth from a word document holding an important essay for admission to an academic society, and onenote holding this very rambling. I also spent some time writing comments on various blogs and other realms of the internet, all the while putting off that oh so important essay. While my parents went inside to watch a movie, here I sat, writing questions for a friend on formspring because I was upset with how an anonymous individual was treating them. It seems that's all I've done today, write write write… and reminisce about pleasant moments of the past, and sit in awe of God's creation, excited for the coming of spring which will be none too soon. And now the sky is black, and I am alone, with a small lamp and a laptop, the air now cold. The crickets are chirping, the baseball game is now over, the dogs are starting to quiet down. My mother comes and says goodnight-and still, outside, I sit and write.



Write Your Heart Out Wednesday is a new weekly meme being hosted by Laurea over at Center Stage, and the topic this week was 'writing'. I'm planning on participating each week, though my posts may come a bit late depending on when I find time to write; today is a perfect example :). I hope this didn't bore you-it was actually kind of fun for me :). Anyway, if you want to participate, head on over and check out the guidelines! Until next time,

Monday, July 12, 2010

Tagged by Shaynie!

1. What colour is your floor?
In my room, it is tan with some other colors kind of mixed in.
2. Look up. What's the first thing you see?
A Wake Forest University Baptist Medical Center bag tacked to the wall ;)
3. What is your favourite subject?
I generally enjoy English and Writing classes, but Chemisty (and other sciences) are a little more interesting and challenging… so… it depends on the teacher :)
4. Where would you like to live? Somewhere else… I'm not sure where yet
5. What is the wackiest hairdo you've ever given a character? Living growing healing seaweed… (guess what genre THAT character was from :D)
6. Can you remember the last thing your sibling told you? Nope… LOL, right now my sibling is talking to my mom, and I don't think what I'm hearing as I eavesdrop really counts…
7. Describe the closest plant (or living green thing) to you. A palm tree kind of plant… here's a pic of it.





Now I'm supposed to make a story out of my answers... which should be difficult and entertaining...

Her slender graceful form walked across the lawn swiftly and directly. The hoodie she was waring served to hide her face, as well as her hair. She allowed herself a brief smile at the comfort; her wig always itched terribly. She stared ahead, not wishing to speak to anyone or be spoken to. It hadn't turned out well the last time she struck up a friendship... once her lies started piling up her world fell apart. No, it was better to be alone. She was here, at Wake Forest University Baptist Medical Center, for an education, NOT romance. She wanted to learn how to heal with science, as well as with her natural magic. Not that anyone needed to know about that. She found her favorite place soon enough, a small gazebo in the sun by a pond. She loved the water, her true home. Pulling out her Chemistry and English books, she took in the familiar scene. The small bench on one side of the gazebo, facing the water, a palm like plant at each end of it. She sat down and began to take notes on homonuclear diatomics when suddenly a blond, tan, fit young man sat next to her. His eyes were dark and serious, his eyebrows knitted together. She stiffened. Why is he here? I thought after that fight he'd leave me alone!!!
"What are you hiding from me?" he asked gently.
"It's complicated. And we're done, so please accept it and let me be" she said coldly. I have to be cold, or else he'll never go. I can't show that I care as much as he does...
They faced each other. He looked into her eyes, searching for something he didn't understand. All he saw was a cold wall, and slightly deeper fear. Why can't she be honest with me? Then something distracted him, a clump of hair had slipped from her hoodie. He reached and began to tuck it behind her ear, when he realized that it wasn't hair at all. It was cold, damp, brownish green seaweed. She saw something click in his eyes, and panicked. NO, he can't know!!!. She stood and grabbed her books as fast as she could, but he caught her wrist firmly and as she turned, he grabbed the other. He moved both her hands into one of his, and jerked her hood away from her face. Her head was covered in seaweed and it was moving slightly, wiggling as if it wanted to go somewhere. He followed its movement with his eyes, and saw the pond. Looking at her face again, he saw she was crying. This explains so much... he thought. The water obsession, the way she always had to plan when I came over to hang out. How she panicked when I surprised her once... she was hiding her... is it even hair? Then another thought altogether came to him.
"Do you have healing abilities?" he said with an excited puzzlement.
"Yes, I do, but how on earth did you guess that!?"
"You think I didn't pay attention during clinicals? You made all those patients feel so much better, just by talking to them. I didn't understand it, but I noticed you touched each of their hands when you spoke... and I know how much you hate physical contact. If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are you?"
He said it with a slightly bewildered smile; he wasn't afraid of the creature she was, he wasn't angry at the deception, simply eager to know more about who she really was. She laughed aloud and wiped away her tears. Is he crazy?
"Well, if you really want to know..." she hesitantly began. And then they talked about mythology and how it neglected lesser races, and talked about how she was raised, and what it felt like for her to be out of the water. He admitted that he wished she hadn't lied to him, but that he understood. And being honest with him really wasn't that bad. Maybe I don't have to be alone, she thought with a smile.

WOW I got way too into that. Sorry it was rambling, but it was fun! And did the way I put in tan feel like cheating? LOL :) I tag...

SammyxCasey
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