Monthly Archives: September 2015

DO IT IN SPITE OF THE FEAR. LET GO OF ALL FEAR.

“YOU HAVE TO WRITE MILLIONS OF WORDS NO ONE IS EVER GOING TO SEE BEFORE YOU CAN WRITE THE ONES THAT WILL CHANGE SOMEONE’S LIFE.”  Joe Bunting – The Write Practice.

“SAYING GOODBYE”

The wind was whipping around our faces as we stood facing one another. I kept  pushing my hair out of my eyes and my mouth. He didn’t have that problem. His hair was short. The air was chilly and our noses were red. We kept looking at the people around us, rushing to catch their train. Running to meet someone. Dragging a suitcase on wheels behind them. We kept looking around because we didn’t want to look at one another. Then we heard it. The loud train whistle telling us that it was finally here. Still we didn’t speak but we did look at one another.

I dropped my head. He put his hand on my chin and lifted my face so he could look at me. I wanted to hide my tears but it was too late. The train stopped in back of him. He turned to look at it.  “Wouldn’t you know, it was on time this time.” Suddenly he grabbed me to his chest and we hugged as if we were dogs who refused to give up our bone. I sobbed softly into his chest. He held me tighter.

“All aboard,” shouted the ticket man.

My tears turned to hiccups. I couldn’t stop the sobs or the hiccups. He wiped my tears away with his thumb. He lowered his lips to mine. The kiss was tender yet so moving. I almost couldn’t breathe. It was over too soon. We dropped our arms looking at one another. He bent to grab the handle of his suitcase and moved toward the door of the train. I didn’t move. I just watched him go. He lifted his suitcase onto the train.

“I’ll call as soon as I get there.”

He smiled and waved. I tried to smile. I nodded my head and waved.

Then he was gone.

 

 

DON’T EDIT, WRITE.

WRITING IS EASY. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS CROSS OUT THE WRONG WORDS.    MARK TWAIN

WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING SILVER

Yes, silver. I know many believe that gold is the ideal metal. Oh, what a beautiful gold necklace. Oh, I love your gold earrings. GOLD! GOLD! GOLD!

But I love silver. It’s cool looking resembling a shimmering piece of ice on a cold winter day. When the sun gleams on a silver bracelet it reflects the colors of the rainbow. Yes, I love silver. My engagement ring was white gold. It was the color of silver. To me it was the most beautifully, artistically designed ring I had ever seen. I fell in love with it the moment I saw it. The base of the ring appeared as though someone had taken strands of silver and twisted them. Not tight just enough so the the light could glow through the twisted strands. Atop of the strands sat the most expertly cut diamond. The light reflecting on it made it glow like a prism. When the ring was placed on my finger by my future husband, the diamond seemed to be floating. The light shimmering through the twisted silver strands and bouncing off the diamond made it become a winter wonderland’s most precious snowflake. Oh, what a breath taking sight.

Now it’s your turn to make us dream about your most enchanting piece of silver whether it’s jewelry or something else.

STAY FOCUSED

“There is a risk you cannot afford to take, and there is the risk you cannot afford not to take.”  Peter Drucker

“WHEN SHE LOOKED UP”

Sarah was in tensed. She was on her knees pulling weeds out of her vegetable garden. “I love eating fresh vegetables. There’s no taste that can compare but I hate all the work it takes to get to and enjoy that taste. It would be so much easier time wise if I didn’t work such crazy hours and the weather was better.”

It had rained for three days straight. She had to wait for the water to drain before she could work in the garden. I don’t know how farmers do this for a living. While digging and pulling up weeds, Sarah suddenly felt a strong breeze on her neck. She tried to ignore it but couldn’t. It was not like a windy breeze. It was like a steady breeze as if someone was breathing on her neck. She looked up and looked into the eyes of a huge dog standing next to her. She was a beautiful cocoa color with a big white spot between the eyes. The dog didn’t move. It just stared at her.

Should she scream? Should she push it away? Should she jump up and try to run away? Sarah thought all of those things at once but couldn’t move. She decided to pet the dog since it was just standing there and it still hadn’t moved.

“Nice doggy,” she said as she petted the top of its head. That’s when it did move. It came closer and with a huge tongue licked her right up the middle of her face from chin to forehead. She was so surprised that she fell backward. Now the dog was standing over her and licking her face again. She lifted her hand to cover her face to keep the dog from licking it again. When she did that the dog growled showing its teeth so she quickly took her hand away. Now what was she going to do? When she moved the dog growled. When she stayed still he licked her face.

“Here King! Where are you? Here King?”

The dog turned around in the direction of the voice and began to bark.

“Go King, go!” Sarah said. But it didn’t move.

Suddenly she heard footsteps. “Here he is,” Sarah yelled. “Over here!”

The steps came closer. Then a pair of brown hiking boots were standing next to her. A hand grabbed the dog’s collar and pulled it back off of her.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over him. He suddenly took off and I don’t know why. Did he hurt you? Are you all right? I apologize again. He’s a hunting dog and for some reason he must have thought we were going hunting.”

Sarah reached out her hand so that he could help her up. He had dark brown eyes that seemed to smile at her. He was about 3″ taller than her and quite good looking. She brushed off her clothes and straightened her ponytail.

“Well, he scared me but he didn’t hurt me. He just kept licking my face. When I put my arm up to cover my face, he growled at me.”

“Yea, he thought you were trying to get away. I’m glad he licked you and didn’t bite you. My name’s Alex and we just moved in up the street about a week ago. Again, I apologize.”

“I accept your apology especially since I wasn’t hurt. My name’s Sarah and welcome to the neighborhood.”