A Connection to Fictional Characters – Derek Shepherd 

Have you ever cried when something horrible happened to a character in a book or maybe a TV show? I don’t know exactly how to describe it just there is something so relateable, nice, compassionate, and something called gumption having to do with this character that you can’t help feeling as if they are in a sense real and part of your life, that you morn when they are hurt badly, especially when they die.

At the end of Allegiant the final book in the Veronica Roth series that begins with Divergent, I bawled when Triss died at the end learning the true meaning of sacrifice. I also cried a lot when Patrick Dempsey’s character Dr. Derek Sheperd died this past Thursday on Grey’s Anatomy. Literally, for two days I felt sniffly and I still think about his death in shock.

Here’s why: Derek is Meredith’s person. She keeps losing everyone in her life her mother, dad, sister Lexi, and now she loses Derek. Derek survived a plane crash where Lexi died and later his best friend. He was shot at a hospital shooting, pulled Meredith out of the water when she tried to just let go and drown, and he has survived so much more. Not to mention Shonda Rhimes has spent the ten years he was on the show developing this heart wrenching relationship between him and Meredith from day 1 of the show. So, why kill him? No one I’ve talked to is impressed. Rhimes promised to have Mer and Der end up together now Derek is dead from a car accident a year before his contract as an actor on Grey’s expires? Not cool. 

So, why does this bug people so much that less then a week later 70 000 people have signed a petition to get him back on the show? Because in reality situations in life are really bad sometimes and things such as books and TV shows bring us through the bad times. It can get exciting on a show and more minor characters can die but not the male lead, the handsomest guy on the show, and the protagonist, Meredith’s husband and father of two children they had together. People want hope and people want that happy ending. 

So, I don’t personally think this petition will go anywhere unless it picks up speed but because I want to see Derek finish the show out and I want Shonda Rhimes to regret writing the episode where Derek dies, I want her to fix it — I want this petition to epically do fantastic. I want Shonda to fix the happily ever after she promised Derek and Meredith when she first introduced us to them in 2005 in episode 1. I want her to bring back our favorite character who keeps Meredith together, Derek. 


Day 28 – NaPoWriMo- Bridge – ” Crossing”

I stand at one end of a bridge formed from majestic oak. 

You stand at the other, staring me down with the clearest aqua eyes. 

If I could get to you — Boy, there would trouble;

I reach tentivly across to you and you hold on to the bridge and try to grasp my hand.

But there’s no way your getting to me –I’ll burn this bridge if I have to!

I sit at one end as moonlight lights the dusk.

You sit at the other as the sky turns black and the nighttime noises of the forest creep in;

Time passes slowly now, you’re out of ideas of how to get to me, past this wall we’ve created.

Then picking up speed you leap across the planks and bowl into me like I am your hope in life. 

A dog walks slowly, followed by a cat.

If cats and dogs can cross this bridge together, perhaps, it’s okay you lept and now keep me. 

I am shackled by your hand as we go on our way —  we crossed a real bridge. 

What’s more we crossed the bridges of our hearts. 

We crossed the bridge that forms through petty thought. 

And now I’m bridged to you, I quite like it that way. 

Say you’ll never unattach, say you’ll hold the waters back;

With my hand in yours, we cross to greater shores;

To a wild and green and lovely place where we are bridged forevermore. 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer’s – The Place


There is this place where I go where the clouds are like puffs of cotton disappearing into an orange meringue and radiant yellow sunset. The trees stand tall and dark against the horizon and a meandering path leads to tall lethargic green grass and a shimmering lake reflecting all the colors of the sky.

This is my quiet place, my place of peace when he turns my face purple and black. Then like purple and black my bruises go the color of the sunset and the sky. Being here, and thinking about those colors are the only thing that gets me through the day.

I turn my face blank to get through my job, the job that’s never as good as his. I take my son to soccer practice and cheer him on but I’m never as good as my husband’s Mom was to him. I take care of myself. I wear makeup and fashionable clothes that hide the bruises. But nothing is good enough for my husband.

But tonight I’m queen of my lake kingdom. And I toss the still loaded pistol into the lake and find that finally I can relax.

Word Count: 192 

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