3 Quotes/ 3 Days #3


Thank you again Ameena for nominating me. The third and a day early, quote comes from Robert Frost “The Mending Wall”:

quote #3:

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”

I don’t nominate anyone in particular, rather, if you have not done 3 Quotes/3 Days please participate because I know so many of you have done it. 

3 Quotes/3 Days #2


This second quote is early but I was watching in Her Shoes and came across the perfect quote by e.e.cummings

Quote #2:

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of a sky of a tree called life; which grows

Higher then the soul can hope or mind can hide)

And this wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
Thanks again to Ameena! 

3 Day, 3 Quote Challenge


Thank you to Ameena for nominating me. My first quote comes from Lewis Carroll:

Quote #1:

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”

“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.”

“I don’t much care where –”

“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.” 

― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Saturday Matters


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I have been trying to stay busy as classes have wrapped up for me. The last couple years has ended in spring with me and a bunch of ebooks to read. I am reading  Grey the Fifty Shades Grey from Christian’s point of view. I like it because it’s interesting to have his view on Ana and I dislike it for the same reason. At times he is in such awe of Anastasia and wonders how she could have a good effect on him. At other times I just wish he’d keep his perverted dirty mind to himself because unlike Ana’s view of the story, you’re not just seeing a sweet mostly tolerant Christian, your also seeing a dark sometimes gross and misspoken Christian in his thoughts. I’m positive guys are the more perverted sex in real life, in Grey most definitely. What would interest me more was to see what he is thinking when he has changed and decided not to be the dominant but the loving boyfriend who wants to marry Ana. That would share the sweetness of the original books.And I just found out today E.L. James is indeed planning to do Fifty Shades Darker  from Christian’s view, so for that I am happy.

It’s Ramadan and I detest it a bit as holy as it is for Muslims. To me this just means forty days where I hardly get to see my boyfriend. And if I do it’s 11:00 pm at night and difficult if not impossible some nights to stay up and see him. Plus, I really do not think it’s healthy that he is not drinking water during the day, especially in hot weather or in his hot apartment. He tells me he is use to it but I still don’t believe that that is healthy.

I have to decide on something new in school. I want to do Creative Writing but an MFA is so expensive. A certificate is expensive so I might as well get the MFA. Editing is just not for me I am not that detailed and I can’t get my marks above or at a seventy. That’s not good for editing. I’m just more of a writer I suppose. But the good news is I have finally found someone at the University of Alberta willing to work with me to finish my last course in Residential Design so I can get that Certificate from home and not have to go to class because I can’t do the night classes. I will be taking History of Furnishings and doing my own studying at home and going in the day to write the exams. Any assignments I will also hand in in the day to the Liberal Studies office. So, that’s something exciting. After, I think I will just look for more writing courses. Simon Fraser University still had some writing courses you could take online but not in their Certificate for Creative Writing. For now, that might be a good idea until I can do my MFA in Creative Writing at UBC.

I’ve also started a new feature on my blog Literary Lion on my blog by I am Smith on Wednesday’s. It’s a 400 word story based on a word prompt. It’s great to have the freedom to write more and if anyone wants to join please check out one of my Literary Lion blogs for the link at the bottom of the page to Laura’s page. This is also means I have a ton more reading to do along with my Tuesday feature Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers so I will do my best to read all that I can and comment but if I miss you one week I’m sorry.

Also, I am a big fan of Lush products. If you love natural products that are lovely for your

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skin and hair I encourage you try them. I recently got a purple shampoo (for blond and grey hair) and a great nourishing conditioner. Plus, I don’t think I have ever written to you about their lip scrub so that blog to come as soon as I get around to it as well as a makeup blog of a few odds and ends.

That’s all for now.

Literary Lion: The Great Escape from the Village


Alice was a beautiful girl with braids of white blond hair and cornflower blue eyes. She was kind to everyone in the village and cared for the smallest child to the sickest widow. What Alice enjoyed about her life was her freedom to do as she pleased and take care of the village, her home for twenty-four years.

But the tall grass in the distance called to Alice like a dream. A part of her wished to escape all the problems of the village and to see the world outside the valley. To visit Rome and Paris and all those places a village girl only hears about. But then she meant Kye.

Kye was big and strong and muscular. His chest had an eight pack that veed at his waist as young women dream about. He was handsome with dark navy blue eyes and thick brown hair.

The connection between the two young people was immediate and they found themselves married sooner than they could blink. Then a first child came along, a little girl with long brown hair and cornflower blue eyes as her mother had. 

Alice loved Kye but she also yearned for the world beyond the village and often asked Kye that they might visit the famous cities in Europe and take their daughter Elesabeth there too. Kye wanted to please his beloved wife but he ran his families entire farm and had no time to get away.

One night he asked his brother Ron if he might help and take over the duties of the farm so Kye and his young family might see the world. But Kye and Ron’s father overheard them and threatened Kye’s young wife Alice with a beating should Kye try to escape. He watched them all very closely and said wherever they went he would find them. 

Ron too wanted to see the world beyond the valley so they made a pact and one night with their small suit cases in hand, the family and Kye’s brother Ron slipped into the tall grass and the valley, all their money and cards held closely in their pockets, and left the village never to be seen again.

Kye’s father was furious and sent men far and wide to find his two son’s and Kye’s family. But he never did come across them and when the time came that the father was dying, the land and all that was in it went to some distant cousin. Kye became a businessmen in Europe he sold and traded fine fabrics and finishings with Ron. Alice went to school and became a University Professor in French and the little girl Elesabeth knew nothing of the life in the village; they had escaped.

Word Count: 463

Thanks to I am Smith for hosting this literary challenge. Please visit this link if you would like to participate.

Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – Part 6 The End – A Whisp in the Wind 


Dear Bernice,

As I stand here at your grave I can’t believe you were right, Davey was trying to kill me. I just wish he hadn’t gotten to you first.

Six months ago I took off on a horse having been raped by Davey and arrived at a police station. I was given a rape kit at the nearest hospital and evidence of Davey’s DNA was taken from my body. Davey was already in the polices’ system and they matched the DNA on my body to his. 

At his ranch, they found a hunting knife with your blood on it and a sawed off shot gun which he admitted he was eventually going to kill me with.

It’s not fair Bernice, that your ghost should save me and we should find your body in a fridge in Davey’s basement as if you weren’t a person, my sister. I love you forever and think I am going away from my condo for awhile, maybe up to San Francisco, I always wanted a house there. 

Jackie 

( A letter left at Bernice’s grave).

Word Count: 180

  
Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting!

Poem: ” Not Another Word”


I don’t want to hear about the girl who died today

The car accident that killed two and possibly one more

I don’t want to hear another word about the child whose life was changed by disease 

About the mother who has cancer again

All I can do is pray

Oh not another word, I can’t face it all today

Don’t sing another song, about something that went wrong

Cause when I here the worst, it makes me think that life ain’t bad

Oh not another word, cause inside I know today got a little worse for someone today.

I don’t want to hear about those dogs you’ve been abusing

The sad eyes of the pets and the children scar me all the most

I don’t want to hear whose death is approaching

Or who might live to suffer another day of pain

All I can do is pray

Oh not another word, cause one by one we’re damaged

Just another thought, for the child who has no parents

Oh not another word, cause to not see this broken world is cruel

Oh not another word, that depressed young man can’t handle it.

Oh not another word, cause inside I know the world became a worse place today

A damaged place to pray 

Literary Lion: The Morning Process


The first time I blogged this I messed it up please read the whole story.

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Morning to her was a process that took time and a self-forcefulness that sometimes just wasn’t there.She would awake slowly eyelids peeled apart and rubbing the sleep out of her grey-blue eyes and she’d look around her at the calm arctic blue walls.  Then she would look at the pictograph of Emma and the young women right in the middle of the large picture frame. She would vaguely realize she knew where she was and that she was snug beneath a warm black duvet with little white flowers and crisp white sheets.

She would begin her visual journey around the room taking in every detail wrinkling her noise and wishing she had a tooth-brush right then and there. Then as gossamers of light began to make their way through the white roman shade she would yawn and cover her eyes with the back of her hand and become aware of…

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Literary Lion: The Morning Process


Morning to her was a process that took time and a self-forcefulness that sometimes just wasn’t there.She would awake slowly eyelids peeled apart and rubbing the sleep out of her grey-blue eyes and she’d look around her at the calm arctic blue walls.  Then she would look at the pictograph of Emma and the young women right in the middle of the large picture frame. She would vaguely realize she knew where she was and that she was snug beneath a warm black duvet with little white flowers and crisp white sheets.

She would begin her visual journey around the room taking in every detail wrinkling her nose and wishing she had a tooth-brush right then and there. Then as gossamers of light began to make their way through the white roman shade she would yawn and cover her eyes with the back of her hand and become aware of the rings on her right hand. Three of them were from a set that she wore another three on her left hand and the forth was a ring engraved with black silver hearts that she had received from her mother when she was sixteen and her parents had gone off to Banff for a week.

Removing her hand from her eyes she would wiggle her toes and push unenthusiastically at the covers before turning over and surrounding herself with them so she was snug and protected.Nothing could hurt her in here. But soon she would find her mind wandering down long highway, amongst valleys of information, and activities she wanted to do that day. She thought of Downton Abbey half watched on her Ipad and of the books she had been saving up to read in spring. There were several new one’s she wanted to read and several old books she wanted to reread.

Throwing the covers off her now cold and chilly body she would touch her toes to the carpet, always surprisingly soft and become aware of her state of ugliness in the mirror. Mascara was smeared under her eyes, her face bare with moisturizer that had not quite sunken all the way into the skin, her lips slightly cracked, and her long blond hair a matted mess of possibility, if only she had bothered to dry it last night. Ignoring the picture before her she pads into the kitchen where a bowl of fruit is waiting and cereal is crunched slowly in ones mouth as it scratches the top of her mouth and leaves it sore.

Word Count: 429

Thanks to I Smith Words for hosting Literary Lion!

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Part 5 – A Whisp in the Wind


Jackie awoke terribly cold and hurting. It was then, suddenly, that Jackie realized where she was, Davey’s Ranch. She gasped at the wedding ring on her finger and groaned in pain from the soreness between her thighs.

All Jackie knew was she had to get away from the Ranch house it was too far out in the wilderness. A woman could disappear forever out here. She spied Davey asleep on the couch next to a bottle of Jack in their old bedroom. Jackie was on the floor admist bed sheets and her torn bridal dress. 

She arose quietly, reached into a drawer not surprised to find her own clothes, and put on leggings and a top. Jackie slipped on an old pair of her cowboy boots at the door and although it pained her greatly, she lept atop a quiet and calm horse called Ella out in the field and as soon as she was away from the house broke into a gallop back towards the city and the hospital. If anyone could tell Jackie had been drugged and raped, the hospital and police could.

Word Count: 180 words

  
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