It’s a Smorgasbord

Hi-SmileyEmoticonA lot has happened in a short time, and much of my free time has been taken up with, albeit good things, but time consuming nonetheless.  I have had very little time to do the things I enjoy, like writing here.

Hi!  I hope you’re all well.  Today I’ve decided to share a little bit of everything, I’m so very behind. 😉  There’s some good news, a quote, and a writing prompt.

So the good news.  I got a new job and start this week.  Yay!  This has made it necessary to buy a “new to me” car, which is where all my free time has gone – research mode.

And then the best news of all, my pilot advanced to the semi-finals of the Fresh Voices contest.  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  (Happy dancing ensues!)  Positive feedback is hard to come by in this, my chosen field, so you can imagine the boost to my psyche upon learning such wonderful news, which I had to read four times to see if my eyes were deceiving me, in part because I was having this weird side effect of water drippage. 😉

Now, the quote.  This is about staying positive, which is sometimes hard to do:

Life

 

And then there’s this Writing Prompt, number 101, for those of you up to the challenge:

Something Dumb

I hope to be back to the old routine soon.  Wishing you all the very best in your endeavors!  Happy Writing!

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Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #21

Two fellow bloggers recently took up the challenge, which pleases me to no end, and I am thrilled that they have graciously allowed me to share their work here.  Don’t forget, it’s never too late to join in the WPC fun!

Sobia at Simply Me, who has joined the challenge before, wrote this lovely piece entitled Last Love:

toweringAll glooms around me, I stand to reminisce our last fatal moment.

The feel of your touch, which awoke sensations never before touched, the taste of your  words, the freshness of your breath still lingers; the sweet sound of you’re voice still echoes. I stand alone, recalling what now is lost. Even the lifeless around me know. They understand as they have began to decay and refuse to flourish as they once did. They mock me or pity me. I refuse to acknowledge them, for the storm within me erupts like a volcano gushing forth its pain and anger with all its might to destroy everything within its reach. The pain builds and subsides at its leisure beyond my control.

Pain is a futile word to describe my loss. My heart mourns, it weeps due to being distant from you. It knows to only function in one way; and that is …being with you.

 ~*~

djemmand at BowiesAliens shared this haunting piece entitled I Never Truly Knew Him:

shallweI couldn’t tell if I was to trust his jester as one of a gentle man or one of malicious tempt. One thing was for sure it was a gesture of a man on a mission but what kind of person is the question that lingered over me.

“Shall we begin the show here?” his voice spoke clear and smooth like a man destined for greatness, but a voice alone can never tell you who a person truly is, as accents and impressions are so interchangeable like women with a shoe obsession. “I guess we could start here if you believe it’s the right place?” I await his response in hopes to discover his personal tastes. “What I believe will have no effect on what the show shall showcase.” He brushes me off quickly, and it assured me that he is a man of secrets. What was he hiding behind his captivating gaze?

The stage had been set, and the props began to flood the stage creating the atmosphere of a Shakespearian summery night. I can’t but stare in amazement at how a very desolate arena had now become flooded with overly lavished heads in search of entertainment. “Are you ready to start?” the stage head asks quietly. The lights flicker as I begin to take the stage to play out me overly dramatic romance story for an audience of false pretenders and wealthy dreamers.

The curtains drop and the once vibrant scene settles into silence as I begin to wipe away this character that was every man’s fantasy to the self-conscious being that carries my name. “That performance could have been better” I look to see him standing over the staircase blocking out the bright lights. “You shouldn’t be in here” his posture doesn’t flinch nor do his eyes blink. What does he want me to say? For one thing is for sure I won’t be apologizing for being truthful.

His gaze hovers over my underdress leaving me in a state of discomfort. “I may be a performer, but firstly I’m a woman who deserves respect and privacy!” I cover myself with a densely embodied blanket. He looked different as he gazed at me. I still don’t understand him nor trust his forever changing persona, like an actor unsure of his characters personality. He heads up the staircase leaving me in the cold dark wondering who he truly could be.

I stand out in the dark waiting to head home when his gentle hand brushes against my shoulder. “Tonight’s performance was beautiful.” I look at him perplexed. “You said I could have been better” he retracts himself from my presence and glares me down with an expression of confusion. Who was this man I thought I had known? Had I painted an illusion of him or did I never truly know him at all?

The night sky stares me down to reveal my complete isolation. Me standing in the empty arena alone with a vanished phantom of a man.

~*~

A BIG thank you to these two talented writers for being a part of the challenge!  I look forward to reading your future creations!

And now, here’s one of my own, currently untitled.

bigredorbBa bum.

For some time I thought it was my own heartbeat. It was my first expedition after all, and I was both nervous and excited.

Ba bum. Ba bum.

The sound was faint at first, and no one else seemed to hear it but me, but as we delved further into the unchartered territory, the thumping only increased.

Ba bum. Ba bum. Ba bum.

Weeks traveling in an unknown, desolate land and the incessant heartbeat that I felt belonged to it slowly ate at my nerves. I became obsessed with learning the origins of the sound and would often wander into the depths of the surrounding forest alone in the hopes I would find the source.

Ba bum. Ba bum. Ba bum.

It called to me. I could hear it in my dreams. When I slept. I could feel it drawing me ever closer until the beating of my own heart fell in sync and the sound was just as much a part of me as my own skin.

Ba bum. Ba bum.

The others whispered…in shadows, and offered me sideways glances. When we found the long forgotten ruin and I felt my skin sing, I knew then that this was for me alone.

Ba bum.

I stood before the blood red orb, crimson stained hands shaking in anticipation, my heart ready to break from my chest.  My reflection…I didn’t recognize what I had become.

Ba bum.

~*~

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt #98

It’s Thanksgiving here in the States; a holiday with a troubling beginning, but one that has evolved into a day we share stories of how grateful we are, eat lots of food, fall asleep in front of the television, generally fight with family, and prepare to kill one another for the best deal at “the store of your choosing”.

Good times. 😉

If you’re stuck in traffic or trying to avoid the drama, let me share my gratitude that you have decided to spend a little time with me.  It’s nice and quiet here, right?

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I’ve been drawn to this image for some time, and thought, why not share it today?!  It’s not holiday inspired, so you may enjoy that.

A couple of bloggers have taken up the Writing Prompt Challenge, and I look forward to sharing their work with you!  Keep an eye out for that.

I hope you are all well and enjoy a safe holiday season!  Happy Writing!

xx, Rach

Writing Prompt #97 – For a Special Occasion

Today one of my dearest friends is getting married.  In honor of her, and the happily ever after she has found (and deserves), I dedicate today’s Writing Prompt to her, my Jillybean.

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We’re never too old for fairytales.

Love, Rachie xoxo

Writing Prompt #96

I know, I know, I keep saying it, but I still haven’t done it…I am going to write some flash fiction!  I swear!  😉  Besides, I have a fellow blogger’s amazing work to share as well.  I can’t let that go unnoticed.

Wanna join me in this week’s Writing Prompt Challenge?

terribleidea

I look forward to reading your creations!  Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt #95

I’ve been a bad blogger…relying on easy posts, like this one. 😉

I finished the recent chapter of Dragon Age fanfic I was working on, so now maybe I can move onto something else.  I have lots of things pending, so it would be good if I could get that out of my system, at least for the time being.

Perhaps I could try writing a few flash fiction pieces?  Let’s give that a try.  Wanna join me?

shallwe

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt #94

It’s Friday again?!  My life is flashing by…gracious, I better start making better use of my down time!

I honestly planned on posting this Wednesday, when I was supposed to, but it was the first day in nearly two weeks I had the house all to myself, so you can imagine what I did.  Yep, I gamed, for like six hours, and I do not feel guilty about it, except now that I realize it’s Friday…again.

Sheesh.

I saw this week’s image and knew right away it was the one I wanted to share with you.  I was drawn to it immediately.

girlintherain

How about you?  Feeling inspired?

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #20

I try to take advantage of the down time I get at work, which, if you’ve read my fan fiction, you’ll know is a great deal.  Even on a Friday night, I found myself with enough time to write three flash fiction pieces.

*Don’t forget, if you’re ever inspired by the Writing Prompts, let me know so I can share your creations here as well.

The first prompt was meant to deter me from writing more romantic fanfic, it really is a problem, one I find myself happy to indulge, but instead it gave me an idea for a scene.  Fairly soon, some version of it will find its way there. 😉

NoTime4Romance

Fort Drakon

I wasn’t certain what had startled me awake – the unsettling sounds coming from the dark, the throbbing of my head, or the deep chill upon my skin.  I awoke to find myself in Alistair’s protective embrace, on the cold stone floor of a prison cell, in nothing but my small clothes.  Looking up to his face, past the bare expanse of his chest, I said teasingly, “It’s a shame we are unable to take advantage of this privacy, given our situation is so dire.”

He laughed in spite of himself, and responded with a wink, “Yes, unfortunately, this is no time for romance.”

Crowd

The Display

The advert had promised “sights not to be missed,” and the showing had not disappointed, but there was another advert, one meant to be understood only by the one it was intended for.  She had read it and arrived early to ensure she would not be taken by surprise.  There was nothing about her that would give her away as anything but a proper Victorian lady, but for the one who waited for her across the gallery, she was as deadly as she was well dressed.

 

Space:PortalOversight Committee

After watching the birth of yet another system, they were surprised to find that it still gave them chills.  There was nothing quite like the explosion of color and the dazzling display of light.  Knowing that life would soon be springing forth made them each excited for different reasons.  The demon’s smile was smug with all the temptations waiting to be explored.  The angel nudged the other knowing that after countless millennia, nothing had changed.

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt #91

Seriously…where does the time go?  I’ve been working on a rewrite, and the time is just flying by.  And what’s bad about that, you may wonder?  I don’t feel as if I’ve made any huge strides towards its completion, and yes, you’ve guessed it, there’s an approaching deadline.

Sheesh.

I’m all over the place, or at least it feels that way.  I can’t let another week go by without tending to my blog and giving you a little inspiration to get you through the weekend. 😉

Hesitation

I like dialogue prompts because they’re open to interpretation.  What does the above say to you?  Are you inspired?

Happy Writing!