Saturday, December 29, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday 12/30/12

Hey! I never know if I should say hey or welcome. But hey and welcome back to my Six Sentence Sunday posts. I feel like I'm hosting a brief show with announcements. lol Always do, I should just get used to it!

So, I know I'm one of the most indecisive people on the planet; I just don't know what I want to major in and it's killing me because I just want to finish with school and graduate so I can work and be on my own already. That's everyone in my age group though. The problem is that I have so many different interests, I should find out if there's a subject that will, somehow, combine them all.

Christmas was fun this year, we actually had wine; it's a big deal in my family. That's raunchy for them; then we somehow got into a conversation about vibrators. (Something to do with work) Definitely an interesting Christmas. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday and has great New Years Plans as well!

Last week I posted an extended excerpt as a little holiday gift for everyone. I hope you're all enjoying the story. As usual I will post the links to catch up if you need to at the bottom. So, let's find out what Marvin does now after talking to his daughter....

He closed the door and looked down the hall. What could she be seeing? He shook his head and went to the kitchen. He closed all the cabinet doors. Before turning out the light he did one last sweep of the room; quickly scanning for anything out of the ordinary. He then went into the bedroom and turned on the light; he walked straight to the closet and heard the mumbling complaints from his sleeping wife. “Seriously? It’s like four-thirty in the morning, babe.” She put a pillow over her head. Normally, he would apologize quickly because he would do this without realizing, but tonight nothing followed her remark. He went into the closet and pulled out the small safety deposit box.

What's in the safety deposit box? Is this something he should be gravely concerned about or is he letting his mind get the best of him? Next sunday, we'll find out more! 

Here are the first six posts to this book in chronological order if you want to catch up:

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Saturday, December 22, 2012

12/23/12 Six Sentence Sunday

           Happy Holidays!! 

 Hello, I am posting early (12/22) this week as tomorrow is my Aunts birthday; she's a christmas baby. I hope everyone has done most of their shopping. I only just finished mine today. I was lucky this year, my mother helped me with gifts as I have been in a bind lately to the point where I had to give up being a vegetarian. It's an expensive lifestyle and requires a lot of care and attention. I'll get back to it one day.

Also, I sort of decided, more playing with thoughts but it's been unofficially decided, I'm going to go to school to be a Veterinarian. It's always been a passion just like my writing, which I WILL continue. Definitely not giving this up for anything in the world. I love it too much  and it's way too much fun..

This week, because it's the holiday season, I'm going to make the excerpt a little bit longer for you guys to read along with. I hope everyone has been enjoying the story thus far.

I'm so torn on how long to make the post. I would post paragraphs for you all. It's starting to get chilling the story!!

A man who looks like a ginger bread cookie? It was probably a movie she watched or a dream she had had. “Ginger bread man huh? Do you and he talk often, honey?” He tickled her a little bit and she giggled.
“No, only nights when he wants to.” She said playing with Floppy’s ear. Something in her face looked timid. He searched her face trying to read her expression but he couldn’t. She was quite inexpressive for a young child.  This also gravely concerned him; she had little to no expressions. She smiled only when provoked to, she didn’t show any kind of emotions usually. She had a dark spirit about her. Even though she was only six, she liked to spend her days playing with Floppy, or with dolls. Never with any of the other children who are in her age group. She did however like her little sister. She’s only two but she is enamored with her.

“Are you afraid of him? Does he make you want to run away?” How else was he to phrase this?
            She raised her face from the bunny and shook her head. But, something in her eyes said something other than what the shake was meant to say. He smiled reassuringly, “Okay, well, it’s time to go to sleep. You have school in a few hours. I’ll leave the light on for you, in-case you get scared. Me and mommy, are right in the next room if you need us, okay?” She smiled and nodded, then reached over and hugged him. He kissed her on the forehead and stood up from the edge of the bed. “Daddy?” He heard Amelia call; he turned and her expression was sorrowful. “Yes, pumpkin?”
“I love you, daddy.”
            This sent chills up his spine. He knew it shouldn’t have because it was his daughter. She looked too sad. “I love you too, try to get some sleep. You are safe with us. Goodnight.” He closed the door and looked down the hall.

This is a lengthier excerpt for you all. It's my holiday gift to you all! I hope this is beginning to raise the slightest of suspicions. Feel free to comments and make suggestions. I always reply back! Have a Happy and Safe Holiday Season everyone!

Here are the first five posts to this book in chronological order if you want to catch up:

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Sunday, December 16, 2012

Lonely Wanderings

It's a lost and lonely world.
We walk alone and stand alone;
Unless you're lucky enough to find that missing piece.

12/16/12 Six Sentence Sunday

Good evening, sorry for the lateness in my post. I filled in at work today for someone. Let me tell you, folding shirts for hours isn't too fun. Please if you go to a store at least try to fold it and not crumbled the shirts into a ball. lol Anyway, this weeks posts is a continuation of the same story. This week you find out a little more of what Marvin may think he dealing with. It's intriguing and will get more and more chilling, then it'll warm up for a while before we're back to chilling. lol

I have also been busy with papers for class, as it's the end of the semester. I don't normally post this late into the evening. I hope you are all enjoying the story. For anyone looking to catch up I will post the links for you to copy and paste.

He smiled at her description with a light chuckle. The image of a ginger bread cookie quickly made an appearance in his mind. He tried picturing this in his head; he knew this wasn’t an imaginary friend because she did not have a name or a proper description. Isn’t that the key with imaginary friends; you make up what you want in a friend? But this, this is completely new territory. Maybe it’s because the world has become quite paranormal but he started to panic in his mind and didn’t know what to do or how to respond.

What do you guys think it is? A ghost? A demon? Her mind playing tricks on her? Or simply and imaginary friend, she is six? Feel free to leave comments, or suggestions - I always reply back. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday and the rest of the week!

Here are the first four posts to this book in chronological order if you want to catch up:

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Saturday, December 15, 2012

A Poem For A Crying Soul

Mend the broken heart.
Sew it together.
Glue it if you have to.
Looking at you now, I just know you need to be mended.
How can you mend what's broken?
Your love changed her,
Life changed her,
Love and life tore her apart.
It has been unfair.
Life is intolerant of the weak.
If life makes you weak; is it trying to rid you of it?
She wants peace-
She wants freedom-
She wants joy-
She is stuck in the bottom of the trench,
Trying to dig herself out.

Looking At The Sky

I look at the moon in sky,
I watch as the faded clouds pass by in the darkness,
I watch as they cover the moon-
Dimming it's light.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

12/9/12 Six Sentence Sunday!

Heyyy! Welcome back to my page! =)

I hope everyone is doing well and enjoying all the holiday shopping. Even though, I will admit I keep asking if we can just cancel Christmas this year; this year is just flying by, I'm not ready for the holidays yet. lol I mean come on, Thanksgiving came right after Sandy and we forced ourselves through that and now Christmas.. It's okay because it's the best time of year, right?I have about four more gifts to buy maybe five. I don't know how I'm doing this but I'll figure it out lol.

Here you'll find a continuation to the story. Do you find out who Amelia is looking for? Why is she searching so late into the night? Read the excerpt and find out!

Also, I posted the links to where I started with this story for anyone looking to catch up.

Amelia climbed into bed and stared at him with her big blue eyes. “Daddy, I heard a noise in the kitchen. I think he was hungry, but I couldn’t find him.” He turned around intrigued by her response and took a look at her sweet little face. It was her serious face, his eyebrows furrowed and he sat on the edge of her bed. “Who was in the kitchen?” He asked concerned.
“The man, I don’t know his name. He won’t tell me. No one else can see him. “

“Well, what does this man look like?” He asked trying to sound unconcerned.

“Like a shadow. I mean, he doesn’t look like you, or me, he’s kind of blacked out like how a ginger bread cookie man looks.”

 Thanks for reading! I hope you're enjoying the story as it unfolds! Come back next Sunday and learn even more about the "man" Amelia is looking for. What will happen next? Well, you sort of know if you read my older posts before I decided to post from the beginning. How does she get into the predicament she ends up in, she's only six? Leave comments, suggestions, ask questions, say hi or whatever's on your mind. Have a Happy Sunday, thanks for stopping by!

Here are the first three posts to this book in chronological order if you want to catch up:

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Friday, December 7, 2012


You were important to me;
Now you're gone.
I can't look at you-
Because it hurts.

This is how everyone feels at least once in their life.. I have felt this way quite a few times, I will admit, willingly. I wrote it on twitter first and someone loved it, so I decided to add it to the posts. =) 

Happy Together

Here with clear blues skies
And clear blue waters,
I dream up a place
Where we're happy together.
There are no lies or troubles.
Just a life full of every possibility.
And when I hear your voice,
I can't help but smile.
Life is very simple-
But when I wake,
I face the reality
That life ain't simple,
Life ain't fair,
Life will destroy you,
If you let it...
Cause when I hear your voice,
I can't help but smile.
Everyday I'm here missing you
More and more.
Having you here would be the greatest gift in the world,
Cause I have this feeling that you're the one for me.
The one who makes me smile,
But you're not here.
So, I'm here with
The clear blue skies
And the clear blue waters.
I dreamed up a place
where we're happy together.

This is a song/poem.. It has no significant meaning; just something I conjured up one night. It's not written for a person, more for a character in a book (that's not written or being wrote, yet). Most of the posts are for a character in a book. Enjoy! =)

You Made Me...

You made me feel,
You made yearn,
You made me forget.

Uniting Thoughts To Nightmares

Envisions of pearly white gates,
Cloudy terrain,
Pure untouched world at peace and happiness.
You twirl in the tall wheat grass,
And stop by the meadow to smell the daisies.
Suddenly, you jolt into a world
Bathed in fire and brimstone,
Placated in hate, fear, and misery,
To live in a nightmare,
Unable to wake,
Unable to return home,
Forever afraid.

Thief In The Night

I say I'm over you.
My heart calls out for you.
My brain tries not thinking of you.
I force myself to mingle among the other people.
Scarred and wounded, heart in hand for all the world to see-
But no one does- see,
The pain- the wounds, or the scars left behind.
They only hear the spoken words that seem to say: I love you...
No matter the true intent of the words
You will always be the one who stole my heart-
Like a thief in the night.


I see you in my mind,
The choice is clear.
Another choice appears-
This choice is just as fair;
Now, it's sweet temptation
Yearning curiosity.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

The Bellowing Soul

And then she screams into the night sky.

This is short but I think it's quite poetic. I wrote it out a few years ago and figured I'd insert it into a book one day.. But I felt like posting it. Hope you enjoy it!

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday!

Hello, welcome back to another Six Sentence Sunday! Who's excited? 

Every time I do a post for Six Sentence Sunday I feel as though I am hosting an event. lol I'm not sure why? Welcome back. I hope everyone is enjoying the story- I will attempt to post the links to where I started so if anyone is new and wants to catch up, they can by clicking the link.

As you know I am writing a book; it's what I've been posting. But I also just started a new one that I solely focus on that one. I have a habit of focusing on many things at one time which produces a thought frenzy in my brain. People say that that's good since I need to think in order to write, however, I need to think creatively and not frantically lol. 

This novel that I am posting now is intended to be a horror fiction novel. The new one is more science fiction. I get overly excited about new ideas! There's nothing I'd rather do. I put it in terms like this- as a writer: I get to be the creator and destroyer. I get to make all the rules and break them. I get to play with all the laws of physics and break all the norms of reality. It's pure creation and imagination. I am an artist. That's how I view writing a novel. I find it to be quite relaxing and entertaining. I just hope everyone enjoys what I write, which if you do- that's an added bonus to this! 

Here is another continuation to my novel- please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, or just a hey if you want to say hey, or if you have any questions- feel free to ask. Have a wonderful Sunday, everyone!

            After maybe fifteen minutes of her searching someone walked into the kitchen. She turned around and saw her father leaning on the door panel with his arms crossed. “Amelia, it is three-forty five in the morning. What are you doing?” He was tired and a bit surprised to see his six year old daughter rummaging through kitchen cabinets so late into the night. She just looked at her father guiltily and brushed her hair out of her face; revealing her bright blue eyes filled with apathy. “Okay, let’s get you back into bed.” He held out his hand and she quickly grabbed it. He walked her down the hall and made a right into her room

Come back next week to find out what happens next! It gets better and should have you wanting to know more! Thank you for stopping by and reading! Have a blessed day! =)  
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