Jared took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. He stroked his chin, & stood for a little while staring at his reflection. A voice called out his name: ‘‘Jared.’’ It was almost a whisper, he thought it was just in his head.

(*gasps* Oh no. Who/what could be calling him?)

He turned around and scratched his head. But his reflection had not changed, and it was looking at his back side.

(Whoa! What in the world is coming after him? Jared, I think you either need to find a place to hide, or face whatever is after you~ eish. This is really bad. I wonder how this is going to end.)

Jared walked away from the mirror and left his bathroom. He rushed to check if there was someone at the front door.

(Hmm, where is this going now?)

The second he shut the door, something knocked him out and he landed on the ground. Jared felt his body being dragged and tossed onto a couch.

(Okay. Who’s after him~ is it his reflection, or something else?!)

When he opened his eyes, he met two wide eyes staring at him. Jared sat right up and shook his head. This didn’t make any sense.

(Eh. What’s going on? Oh, tell me who/what it is? Come on. I need more details. *sighs*)

Jared fell to his knees and could not stop the tears from flowing. ‘‘How are you here? I thought you were...gone..’’

(Er, who? Did someone die, or get killed?)

The moment he tried to touch her face, his hands phased through her body. This made him even feel much worse. His beloved was back, sadly, she wasn’t human anymore.

(I see. *nods* Poor guy, but what is she doing coming after him & scaring him like this. Uh.)

Jared noticed how her skin had changed. It was not the same as before. Her eyes were lost, wandering about. Even her face was not looking bright. She looked grey, and seemed to be missing something.

(Interesting details. Still, what does she want from him? Omg, no. I think I know where this is going. *gulps*)

She blinked and then she started to change. Jared backed away from her in panic. Her hands reached out to him like a flood of black feathers. He waved his hands, trying to fight for his life. It was all in vain!

(Ah, well, I guess it’s over.)

Jared concentrated and focused his mind. He mumbled some words & a portal opened. A blinding light broke through the portal and wrapped itself around Jared’s guest.

(Wha- o~ Jared has powers? Why did he wait this long to use them? *laughs*)

The light trap pulled her away, and she was sent back to the netherworld. Jared screamed. He would have to find a way to get her back. She had saved him from ending up in that place. He had to find a way to save his beloved, before it was too late.

(I think I’m going to need some time to recover from the ending. Tough decision right there. How is he going to save her?

Hey, where’s the rest of the story. Mm, I’ll have to wait for the next episode/part. Fine.)

The End—

(No way! It can’t be.)

-For now.

(Lol, that’s better. The story better be continued soon. My boy, Jared, needs to be reunited with his beloved. Anyway, not a bad story/beginning.)

#MonBien-aimé ©

dimanche, 6 octobre, 2019.

it's the very thing i've been lacking.

i haven't wanted to write,

it's an action.

it requires force for me to do this,

cause i really don't want to,

don't know what to say.

i've been hesitant

to post anything

besides pictures and quotes

from the internet

on my socials,

this is ridiculous!

i want to have all of this mastered, continuous.

not all of my lines

seem to rthyme,

kind of annoying

but i don't really try.

not now anyway,

cause i don't even wanna press the publish button.

so many lines

in my draft section,

that i just can't finish.

i don't want to,

i don't even wanna finish this.

i'm gonna be lucky

if i even upload this one.

i'm so done with writing,

i want to write

but i don't at the same time;

it's getting tiring.

my hand is getting heavy

and it's hard for me to complete this sentence, so i think—

Intuitions have rivers that ripple through time. I am a mother’s daughter. My dreams have many openings in the skimming moments of expanding oceans. I sail on a ship now and I am led to her.

Intuitions have rivers that ripple through time. I channel through the waves. I see my mother’s past in the reflective waters of the high tide. She is a young child again, drinking in the white light of faith, and I hear her laughing.

Intuitions have rivers that ripple through time. I hold the pebble she has given me. The stone is old and her hands are quickly losing strength. She is an old lady that is dancing in the passageway of life and death.

Intuitions have rivers that ripple through time. My 87-year old mother’s mom stands on the dock of the sea with open arms. I see it, when my grandmother smiles at her aging daughter, as the ever sweet wind blows in the dancing airs of love.

Intuitions have rivers that ripple through time. I release the pebble as the sand pours through my fingers and I trust my mother in the care of the angels that have come for her.

Intuitions have rivers that ripple through time. Our fingertips touch as she is saying goodbye to me. I am not ready to let go.

Intuitions have rivers that ripple through time. She looks in my eyes and says, “I love you.” She knows that heaven is ready for her now and she leaves.

Intuitions have rivers that ripple through time. She goes away and she’s gone to heaven. Another year passes and I know she is happy with her beloved husband.

Intuitions have rivers that ripple through time. I release my mother to my dad as I

walk on the shores of memories, holding the seashells.

My soul needs to heal

from self-inflicted wounds

caused by being human

As I drop to my knees in an open field

of fresh cut grass

the clouds roll in with haste

and the sky darkens

Zeus feels my inner turmoil

He sees the agony etched along my face

as I beg to him to be healed

“Please, I beg of you to wash away the invisible scars

that keeps me up at night.”

Lightening shoots across the sky and

kisses the soil just a foot away from me

“Please…I have no more tears to give! Heal me!”

Thunder roars as the earth beneath me shakes

Zeus’s tears begin to fall

coating my face

healing internal wounds

having mercy upon me.

Snyder’s hot buffalo wing pretzel pieces,

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees,

Crush the pretzels with a rolling pin,

Chicken breast without the skin,

Crack some eggs and give a whisk,

Give your chicken a little dip,

In the egg and pretzel dust,

give the chicken a pretzel crust,

Place in oven for twenty minutes,

That’s how long until your finished!

Dip in ranch dressing or blue cheese,

Give your pallet this amazing treat!

I fell in love again,

My emotions have weakened!

I gave her all I could give,

She gave me reason to live,

This life is so vicious,

Always repetitious,

I fell in love again,

Just to lose another friend,

She’s a spirit breaker,

But how can I hate her?,

I’m tired of feeling the pain,

Of love, and heartbreak, again!

She broke my spirit,

my heart won’t hear it!

Another emotional tragedy,

It wasn’t meant to be!

Why does love happen to me?

Tick-tick! Tick-a-tick! Tick!

I couldn’t tell you how long I was out, why I felt air so cold it make the hairs on my arms rise, or why the air was also sterile; but when I heard those all too familiar and terrifying “ticks,” I feared the place I knew I was back in. What if Ross and the rest of the King Cobras has found out where I was and attacked Aldric and his pack? Was this how I managed to be back in the warehouse? No, that didn’t seem right. I may not know a lot about werewolves, but I don’t think Ross and his men would be able to overpower them. Then again—

Tick! Tick! Tick-a-tick! Tick! Tick!

What if Ross had discovered whatever is a werewolf’s weakness and has Aldric held hostage somewhere in the warehouse? No that can’t be, can’t be, can’t be!

Tick! Tick-a-tick!

Why does Gregory, who usually makes that sound above my ceiling’s grated window, just STOP!?! I can’t be back in the warehouse! I can’t! I can’t!

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep!

Wait a minute! Ross would never waste a heart beeping contraption on me— I-I must not be back at the warehouse! I don’t know whether to be happy, relieved, or what! But I am most definitely not back the warehouse!!! And that sterile smell to the air must mean I am back in room Agatha had me in when I first woke up in on my first day at the pack house. Oh please! Oh please! Oh— please! But then where are the ticking sounds coming from?

“Vivila honey?” I could hear Agatha say. “Can you hear me?”

I feel a rubber cover finger lift one of my eyelids open and blinding light scanning eye before repeating the action on my other eye.

#workingnovel #youngadult #fantasy #youngadultfantasy #werecat #werewolves #nobounds #abuse #unconditionalllove #pennsylvaniabased #toriesenseny

Build a wall

Sometimes

To keep them out

Or defend yourself

From more hurt

Than you can take.

Defensive

Protective

Preserving .

But sometimes

Walls are built

By people who

Need to keep things in.

Protecting you

From them.

But all you see

Is a wall

And you think

They hide behind it.

But maybe

They're hiding you

From them.

Surviving all these storms

Just to get plundered on the shore

Thought these pirates were my bros

Guess crossbones was a warning

Sharks took my heart first day in this ocean

Now family’s all I got please excuse these emotions

Been inside my head trying to make a magic potion

That’ll fix me up; smile on my face for the motions

I can feel the tic in all the tocs creeping in my bones

Every second off the clock another rock I gotta roll

All my past mistakes now take their toll

Hope’s a twinkle in my eye, I’ll never say die

Someone throw me an anchor; I’ll use it to fly

Need a hand I can trust without a twin with a knife

Only keep ride or dies by my side cause

It’s do or die every time I open up eyes

Head hurting trying to see through disguises

The one in the mirror forgets the ones by my side

Never seen clearer the devil

On my shoulder anchored by pride

Trying to see another level

Maybe find where my angels hide

I survived all these storms

Won’t be plundered by your kind

I’ll raise the black flag and fight for my life

Ever forward ever more till my bones wash upon the shore

I’ve been high before but only my parrots get to soar

Almost touched the sky but then gravity reversed

You can tell fate ‘Fuck it’ I know that I’m cursed

Surviving all these storms

Just to get plundered on the shore

Thought these pirates were my bros

Guess crossbones was a warning

You can’t cross the streams or say die in the morning

Won’t get anywhere with the pedal to the flooring

Tore up bridges ignoring all warnings

The hard way is my way, the highway I’ve been touring

I bend with the river and rage when it burns

Surviving all these storms

Just to get plundered on the shore

Thought these pirates were my bros

Guess crossbones was a warning