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November Notes: Day 4 – Poem – Octaine Refrain – “Set Free” #novembernotes #amwriting #poetry


Today’s prompt song is “Between the Lines” by Sara Bareillas:

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Between the Lines” – Sara Bareillas 

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“Leave unsaid unspoken / Eyes wide shut unopened / You and me / Always be / You and me /Always between the lines.” 

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Happenings happening, eyes wide shut. 

I missed the obvious closing my lids.

Was blind to what you were doing, and did.

Eyes wide opened, she appeared frustration! 

I never thought I was abandoning us. 

But was I? You turned to her, your voice hushed.  

Jealousy felt, her familiar name cuts. 

 Thought we were joined, in-between the lines. 

Happenings happening, eyes wide shut. 

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Happenings happening, eyes wide shut. 

Weren’t we together in love? You’re now of me rid. 

Your life is calm; tears continueously drip. 

Abandoned me; you had hers and my trust. 

Hers meant more; glad you had time to inform, 

Not letting me know and leaving me torn. 

You on your side, me on mine, the cusp —

Grieving time wasted, never said, you hid.

Happenings happening, eyes wide shut. 

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Happenings happening, eyes wide shut. 

I’ve learned much; I know where I stand amidst —

Games of the heart; I’m on my line, listen! 

Imagine telling me the truth — your lust–

Was your crime, you left me hurt, decaying.

But I’ve huge strength, I’ll find the path –my way. 

Forgetting how you treated me, threw crusts —

Of your time; set free –no longer your tryst

Happenings happening, eyes wide shut. 

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Fiction: It Began In An Elevator #fiction #amwriting #elevators 


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It began in an elevator. One of those unexpected moments which occur in life. You were gazing at me and I looked up at you transfixed; there was a sparkle in your blue eyes. 
As the elevator went higher, the people emptied out onto their respective floors. Eventually, we were alone. 

I felt my breathing quicken and could hear your breath speed up beside me. I listened to you breath, in and out, desire for you rushing through my veins. 

There had been a meter between us in the elevator, now you somehow were right beside me. I could smell your cologne: ocean, vanilla, and a note of something sweet. 

I felt your eyes peering down at me, inspecting me from head to toe. The mirrors around the elevator reflected my image: Shiny black booties, polk-a-dot hose, a black A-line skirt, and a hot-pink sleeveless blouse. Makeup lightly done, eyes bare except for mascara and black eyeliner, and pink lipstick. My light blond hair was braided, stray hairs framing my face.

You saw me, catching you giving me the once over and you smiled genuinly, daring me to look you over. My eyes discovered your form: tall, and lithely muscled, wearing a navy pin-stripped suit, grey dress shirt, and a grey-blue tie. The tie matched your blue eyes exactly and your face was freshly shaved with a defined jaw; your brown hair curled slightly at your collar.

I blushed, staring at my booties, comparing them to your designer shoes. It felt as if the  elevator wasn’t moving at all, or maybe time was standing still.

 “You look pretty,” you told me. Your voice deep and a bit husky. “I like your perfume, it’s floral but not overwhelming; it smells delicious.” You gave me a devasting smile and I nearly swooned.

Instead, I gathered my wits and smiled back at you, blushing again.”I like your navy suit,” I stammered. “The blue, blue of the tie and the navy of the suit, it matches your eyes. And your cologne, it smells wonderful.” 

I couldn’t believe what I said. I saw you grinning at me from the corner of my eye as I stared shyly down at my boots.  It wasn’t normal for me to be so nervous, my heart beat so furiously. 

You tipped my chin up to better look me in the eye.

“The elevator.It’s not moving,” I said.

You chuckled, “I made it stop. If only for a moment or two.”

“Why?” 

But then, your lips touched mine. Soft and questing at first. Gently, coaxing my month open, until your tongue danced inside. Rubbing and sucking on my tongue, causing me to sigh and fall against you.

I returned your kiss grabbing the lapels of your jacket, kissing you harder, wanting more of you, of your magic taste, your delicious mouth all over my skin. Your arms came around my body, holding me close.

Suddenly, the elevator started moving up again. We both pulled back from each other panting. 

“Why did it start again?” I asked. 

You gazed at me with your intense blue eyes, still gathering yourself.  “I’m not sure. You have to have high-clearance to make the elevator start and stop. I didn’t make the elevator move again. Believe me!” 

Before we could say more, a beautiful woman with dark hair, walked into the elevator on the twenty-sixth floor. The woman smiled at as both, not oblivious to what had gone on between us minutes before.

“You have lipstick on your face, darling,” she said to you. Your face went pale and you tried to speak but the woman only laughed at you.”Don’t say a thing, you do this all time. But I’m your wife and I know, you’ll always come back to me.” 

Your wife exited at the top most floor and you gave me a longing gaze, whispering: “I’m sorry.” In only a few minutes, you broke my heart.  

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What is it about elevators? I wondered later. My recent experience with you made me think of many TV shows and movies, where elevators have great symbolic and/or metaphorical value.
Elevators are the place for the beginnings of trysts and romances, as I had hoped today would be. They are the places stopped for people to reveal truths and secrets. They are a place where the everyday manners and values are quickly forgotten. Elevators can even be symbolic of life and death.

Today, I felt cheated. I thought the elevator was our beginning. In reality, I had been caught in the middle of some rotting relationship. You were extremely deceitful and right now, I can’t forgive you for what you did. Your lies have killed my attraction to you.

 So much so, on Monday when I see you get in an elevator, I will wait for the next elevator going up to arrive. I know you’ll notice, it’s exactly what I hope. 

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Writing 101: Day 18 – Viva Las Vegas.


Prompt: Compose a series of anecdotes.

  
I destination I will always love to visit is Las Vegas. I have been there six times since I was twenty-two-years-old. Some people say it’s fake and gaudy. But there is a carefree and indulgent attitude held by the people who come to frequent Vegas. And the chances that I will get to visit Italy, Paris, and Rome (some of the places the hotel themes are based on) is much slimmer. I come to Vegas for the shopping, the shows, the good food, a comfortable and luxurious hotel room, the clubs, and to meet people who want to get away from the everyday hum-drum of life. 

  
My first visit to Vegas was with friends for eight days. We booked a Grand Canyon Tour that we had to be up for at 5:30 am to walk to catch a tour bus. The night before we played sociables, a drinking game, where each of the cards stands for something related to drinking. So, things such as girls drink, guys drink, give two drinks to whomever you choose, rhyme time etc. I went to bed about 1:00 am and my friends about 3:00 am. No one was a happy camper walking to Southpoint where this tour bus waited that morning. We all looked pasty and awful with our hangovers. And all of us were so tired we fell asleep as soon as the bus started driving to Arizona. The rest of the passengers thought it was funny how we all passed out. But we all woke up feeling much better and awestruck by the Grand Canyon. It is simply one of the most stunning natural sites I have seen in my life. 

Later on a night we had had decent sleep,  we rented a limo and drove all around Las Vegas. We saw Freemont Street at night, and dressed up for the evening, we participated in Tony and Tina’s Wedding, and later walked into a club at the Wynn Hotel called Tryst. It had a beautiful waterfall inside the club. We took lots of pictures that night and it was memorable being with my friends and figuring out how to maneuver our way around Vegas. 

  
I went back with friends to Vegas a year later. We were doing a three day stint, which means we were running on adrenaline due too a night that lasted to 5:00 am and days that began around 10:00 am. We saw and did a lot of interesting things in Vegas. I think the most memorable was The Phantom of the Opera at the Venetian Hotel. I also had my first massage the last day which was heavenily. 

Unfortunatly, a large chunk of this trip was pure girl drama. There was free champagne for ladies at a club we were at and our bartender was giving the champagne away like it was going out of style. I stopped drinking before my two friends, champagne tends to make me queasy if I have more then a a glass or two but my one friend threw up in a basin after way more champagne then that and we had to leave the club. Friction had been building between the three of us and one friend L decided to stay and flirt with some guys she met even though we had to leave because T was sick. L had a great boyfriend at the time, her husband now, and we liked him and felt bad for him; this wasn’t the first time she had been flirting with guys who were not her boyfriend. Anyways, the three of us made it back to our hotel room at the same time. 

I was so angry at my friend for ditching us and flirting with random guys instead. She was mad because she thought we left her. We yelled at each other loudly. I can only remember very few times I have been so mad at someone that I yelled at them like that. But this fight had been brewing all summer. My friend T tried to stay out of it but she couldn’t because she was the reason I was so mad at L for leaving us. L left the room immediately with her stuff, to stay with the other three girls we were there with. She wouldn’t talk to us. That night T and I cried in our room until the sun was high in the sky in our window at the Paris hotel. It took until October to work things out, and Vegas had been in August. 

  
With my parents Vegas was a different experience. We had a car to drive around in and we drove out to Red Rock Canyon. I did quite a bit of shopping with my Mom and we stayed at the hotel, the Venetion. The Fashion Show Mall in Las Vegas is awesome and so is shopping in the Forum Shops at Caeser’s Palace, and in the shops at the Venetion. If you are looking for a bargain you can try the Premium Shopping Outlet in downtown Las Vegas as well there are some more reasonably priced shops in Planet Hollywood. 

The Venetian hotel rooms were luxurious and beautiful. In colours of red and gold, two beds were swathed in curtains with a giant headboard. The beds are so comfortable and our room had a sunken living room beside the beds. The large bathroom had two sinks, a separate room for the toilet, a makeup vanity, a huge tub, and a roomy glass shower. Although it was beautiful, complete with a private pool on our level, it was incredibly ardeoush to get back to our room because the Venetian is a big hotel. But it was gorgeose because it had Italian Renaissance paintings and sculpture all over the hotel and you could step into the gondolas and travel right around the canal in the Venetian and outside where it was especially beautiful at night. The Belagio also has this beautiful light show that we watched when we were there. It is the same one from Oceans 11 where after the heist Brad Pitt, Matt Dameon, George Clooney, and all the other wonderful actors in that movie stood before leaving one at a time. 

  
  
There were other times and other memories that I have coming to Vegas. This last time was just my Mom and I. We spent a lot of time out in our bathing suit by the pool at Treasure Island (which is the closest hotel to all our favourite shopping destinations). Are room was not as nice as the Venetion or Paris rooms but still a huge step up from your average hotel room in most hotels else where. We saw different shows and shopped at varied places. We played the slot machines and got free drinks while we did.

In the end, Vegas is  a memorable place to visit, good or bad. I think everyone loves the crowds and rowdy atmosphere at 3:00 am. There are so many beautiful hotels too. But after a trip, it is always good to be in your own bed and away from the crowd.