How We Feel In This World

There are some days I just want to start everything all over.
There are days I can't bare to be around people.
There are days I want to be surrounded by people.
There are days where I am just another asshole in this world trying to figure out the 'why's' in life.
There are days I let the emotions run my life.
There are days where I feel everything I do (speech, actions, thoughts) is meaningless.
There are days where everything is cloudy and messy.
There are days where everything is bright and shiny.
There are days were I am hard and cold.
There are even more days where I'm caring, patient and understanding.
There are days where I want to forget everything.
There are days where I want to remember everything.
There may be days where I am lost, scared, depressed, or saddened.
But, there are LOTS of days where I am happy.

This is not a poem or an excerpt. This is a random sputtering of my brain. This is a compilation, if you will, of how I've felt many times in my life.  I'm sure some of you have as well, at one point or another. We are not meant to know all of the 'why's'. I believe we are meant to struggle with obstacles because we are meant to learn something. If we do not learn, we are met with a similar, yet very different task. This cycle continues until the lesson is learned. I believe life is a series of lessons, to test our strength, or will, and most of all our morals. That's why it is so important to live each day to the fullest and learn to leave all the nonsense behind. (Something I'm trying to learn myself, I'll admit it.)

That's all we have- to live each day. Everyone has felt this way at one time or another. I refuse to believe I am the only one. But, I felt like voicing some feelings. We all feel lost and lonely sometimes. We all say things we shouldn't say and regret it. Today is one of those days. Today is one of those days, where I feel like taking everything back and feel like sharing.

11/25/12 SIx Sentence Sunday

Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday!!


I know I'm late with posting. I hope everyone had a happy and safe Thanksgiving. If anyone went black friday shopping- I hope you weren't trampled or trampling.. lol.. Mine was good; my mom made everyone wait for apple pie, which is great except when she took it out of the oven she drop it all over the floor.. It was really funny only because they all waited to cook it and everyone was sitting there waiting for apple pie and the other pies and she dropped it. This year I did go out for black friday at midnight. I was so excited and it was exhilarating- no I did not purchase a single thing, but it was still fun. Then I worked later on for black friday.

This week's post will be a continuation to the horror book. I started you off with the first paragraph; opening, now I'll continue on for you to read. Who's excited!? I am! Feel free to leave any comments or suggestions.

The noise happened again, it sounded like rattling in the kitchen. Little Amelia not knowing any better slowly walked towards the kitchen. She stepped in and turned on the light. She saw nothing. There was nothing in the kitchen. She ran through the kitchen with Floppy wrapped in her left arm as she searched the cabinets. She was certain she most definitely heard a noise.

Come back for more next week! Things are only just getting started.. Have a great week everyone !

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Six Sentence Sunday!!

Welcome back to another Six Sentence Sunday!!



This week I have a special idea, which was hard for me to come to terms with. Let me explain: For some reason, I have always had a hard time sharing my writing- for fear someone will steal it or take an idea derived from my idea and sell it. I don't know why, but always have; it's slightly nuts. Anyway, I'm getting over that. I figured the only way for people to read my works is to get myself out there which is what I'm currently trying to do. Anyway, this idea is to take you guys to the beginning of the novel I have been sharing excerpts from; the one with Chasidy and Derek, it's still untitled.

Okay, so to further expand on this idea- I want basically invite you all to read this work of fiction, horror, as I write it, or up to what I can share. Bare in mind, there will be mistakes in the excerpts- it is unedited; merely written to just get the words out, for now and they will most likely be really silly mistakes too. I will edit it later on when it's completed. I intend to, hopefully, have this self published by the end of the summer, which I will surely update you all on. Exciting!

Enjoy my posts and feel free comment, make suggestions, or just say hey! Have a Happy Sunday!

  Walking down the hall little Amelia was searching. It was way passed her bedtime and she knew she wasn’t allowed to be snooping around; especially, this late into the night. She was careful to tiptoe passed her parents’ room adjacent to hers. She brushed her long blonde hair out of her face. A noise. She froze in the hall, standing ever so still. Not breathing, waiting to hear the noise again she squeezed the old brown bunny in her arms tight. Its long ears touching her arms. His name was Floppy, because of his long floppy ears; at least that was her reasoning.

This is only the beginning, it's not much but things will change pretty soon, quickly in my opinion.. Come next week to see how the story will progress; and if you'd like, I can post a little more than six sentences, just let me know. =)

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Exposure

I wrote something  five am and in my opinion, for those who like to contextualize and break down creative pieces; I think it can be read and taken on many different levels if you look at it correctly. It can be taken quite literally or it can be seen on a personal level to each individual. It's something I played with right before I went to sleep after I had a conversation with someone about something I was considering. I rather like it. Hope you enjoy! =)


Stuck inside the rabbit hole you go.
Round and round by the entry,
Lost and scared.
To leave and be hunted,
To stay in and whither away.
Exposure is key.
Trestle through the grassy knolls,
Free and alive-
Bobbing and weaving
To avoid being captured and fair game to those
Who play with no care.

Excerpt from the Horror Novel

I decided to post this, the six sentence sunday's posts with Chasidy and Derek; their lovey dovey-ness won't last, being it's a horror novel. So, spoiler alert I guess. This excerpt is from the beginning of the novel or preface, if you will. Look next sunday and I'll post the part where they found her with her arm cut. I will re-iterate myself again, I am currently writing this. It needs to be finished, then edited. It's a long way from done. I'm sure by the time it's all said and done things will be tweaked and different from what I've posted.. So you're basically along for the ride as i write.. I enjoy writing and I hope you are all enjoying my posts of my writing.. This novel is currently untitled- so for now, it's the horror novel. Enjoy! Feel free to comment, make suggestions, ask questions. I don't mind. =)

“Amelia, listen to mommy. Look at me.” She was stern in her speech, Amelia looked up at her and her daughter’s eyes were vacant. It was as if they weren’t her eyes. They weren’t  brilliantly blue anymore, they were dark. They were evil. Her little girl was being claimed by the shadow and it was happening before her eyes. “He is going to ask you to hurt yourself again. He’s going to make it sound like a good idea. Like flying off of a roof or swimming with dolphins. But, listen to mommy. We are humans, people, we cannot fly, and those dolphins are sharks or scary waves. They will kill you. Anything he tries to ask you to do, say ‘NO’. Okay, for mommy and daddy say no. And for your baby sister.” Amelia looked at her and cocked her head, her expression was complex; like she understood but something was confusing her.

“Mommy, I already said yes.” Her eyes trailed to her arm. The doctor went to leave the room to call the psych specialist back but the door slammed shut. Marvin stood up from the bed to take in what just happened. The door slammed but the doctor never left. Ashlee held eye contact with Amelia. She let out a scream and her face contorted like the little girl from years ago. The lights went out and everyone was screaming.

“Ashlee!” Marvin yelled.

“Marv, over here!” Ashlee yelled back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m sitting in something warm. Can you see anything?” He asked.

“No, but I smell- I smell. Metal. Is that right?” She asked. She sat still sniffing the smell more closely. The smell finally registered with Ashlee and she went still. She sat there stiff for a moment then it clicked. Blood. It was blood. “Marvin! It’s blood! Amelia! Amelia! Marv, what’s going on?” There was another horrific, monstrous scream and the lights flickered on and the scene before them was horrendous.

            Dr. Feeroes throat was ripped out and Amelia had blood all around her mouth.  She was standing over him as he lay limp under her; bleeding out. That was no longer their little girl. She screamed again and louder this time making the shadowed features of her eyes and mouth darker and more pronounced. Marvin and Ashlee embraced each other in one another’s arms. As she screamed; she pulled Marvin’s gun out her mouth. It just appeared out of no where. Marvin saw the gun and thought back to the morning hours when he saw his daughter. Was the gun there on the bed? He couldn’t remember. When he ran back to retrieve the keys, he grazed the bed. No, the gun was gone. His eyes filled with anguish and horror. He looked at his daughter. “Amelia, we love you.” She cocked her head to the right as if taking in what he was saying. Then she let out a loud growl. The lights went out again; then two shots were fired.

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday!!

Welcome back, it's once again another Sunday!! Last week I was unable to sign up or post- due to Sandy... Everything is alright, we were very lucky, considering. 

This excerpt is a continuation of the novel I am currently working on. Again, I will keep saying it, it's still being written and is far from finished- or edited.. Feel free to leave comments and make suggestions. They're more than welcomed, and I'll do my best to reply and comment on others' six sentence posts. If anyone needs to catch up on excerpts, they should be posted under my October tab. I hope you all are enjoying the posts. I may change things up next week and post from a short novella I am also writing; or I may revert back to the beginning of this novel (from the current post) to more chilling scenes. =) Enjoy!

Derek laid there with Chasidy nuzzled up beside him. He smiled down at her; his heart swelled and couldn’t help but be anything other than elatedly happy. He glanced over at the clock. His eyes popped open a bit surprised to see how quickly time has really passed. Time has no meaning with Chasidy. He slid out of bed and slid into his pants. He walked out of his bedroom and walked into the kitchen.

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Claustrophobic Life

Haven't you ever wanted to spend your days in bed,
And spend your nights crying?
Just for any sort of relief from the prison your soul is trapped in.
So sheltered and oppressed,
Where it cannot find a means of an escape.
Haven't you ever wanted to find that one moment of tranquil peace?
Where everything is as beautiful as a sunset,
Instead of feeling as though the walls are closing in on you;
So fast that you can barely think.
Haven't you ever wanted to just pause- everything,
Step out of your life,
And walk into a new life?

Finely Sharped Claw

Every word was so deliciously true.
Thoughts synonymous with speech.
It rips through the fabric like a finely sharped claw.
Everything begins to unravel,
Faster and faster.
You can't stop it.
Now, you're standing there,
Naked and alone.
Bare and vulnerable,
Before the world-
Exposed-
Heart in hand.

Six Sentence Sunday!!!

Welcome, it's Six Sentence Sunday!! This weeks excerpt is a continuation of the novel I'm writing. If you missed any, they're all here posted on my page. Again, these all started mid chapter two, but I think you'll enjoy them. I have to take a moment to apologize, I posted late last Sunday. I completely forgot it was a Sunday. I'll try to not make that happen again. Too much going on. Anyway, enjoy the excerpt. Comments are always welcomed and I will certainly make an effort to comment on others six sentence posts =)

 Chasidy let her hands explore over his back. At the end of the seam of his shirt she grasped it and pulled it over his head. He smiled down at her and pulled her shirt over her head. He kissed above each one of her breasts. Everything was happening so quickly. Neither of them cared, they wanted this. They wanted this closeness. They let themselves unfold into one another for a night of burning passion.

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Within Me

Purple clouds with yellow skies.

Pink waters with high blue trees.

Head full of thoughts,

Actions filled with mistakes.

Worlds apart-

Worlds collide and created.

Thoughts turned to imagination,

Imagination turned to thoughts.

Memories vividly bleed together to form one.

Feelings begin to tear at the seams.

Emotions run high.

Nerves stay strong.

Love turns to hate.

Light turns to darkness.

So, I sit here and try,

Try to collect the pieces and hold them together.

I sit here and create,

Worlds full of

Purple clouds and yellow skies,

With pink waters and high blue trees,

And mask all of the pain

That I see within me.

That I see within me, today.

Six Sentence Sunday!!!

Welcome back for another Six Sentence Sunday!! This weeks excerpt is a continuation from last week's. These excerpts were actually pulled from the middle of chapter two. I hope you enjoy it.. It is a bit longer than Six Sentences, I was going to cut it off at six sentences, but I thought that it would be weird and mean to cut the paragraph. Anyway, I'm continuing to write this so every week I can keep this going with the same story. I hope you enjoy it and keep coming back to read more.

 Stumbling into the door, it was shut. He pressed her against the door, for support. They broke from their ablaze passion for a moment catching their breath. He turned the knob and the door swung open. Still holding her, they gazed into one another's eyes. Chasidy’s breathing slowed as did Derek’s. She let her lips curl into a smile. Now, at the foot of the bed he let her fall backward onto the gray bed spread. He crawled on the bed and was above her. She reached up and planted a firm kiss on his lips, not wanting the space. He lowered himself to her. She could feel his growing excitement against her body.

 
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Excerpt from 'Bittersweet Moments'

The main #character is Annie Lafuse. She is a seventeen year old girl; however, this #excerpt does not indicate what the #book is about. It's about her journey through a life event; her mother being murdered on her eighteenth birthday.This was included to show what she was like as a young teen and how she's grown mentally over the years. By, doing this, I added a back #story to how some, if not all, depressed teens tend to feel; and how some act on it and how they better from it (like Annie). Sounds like nonsense, but it's not.. #Enjoy her self analyzed view of her life experience; obviously written by me.. lol =) I'm also currently #editing this #work, and hoping to have it #published.There is also a possible title change in the works. It's under deliberation.

I knew she would never understand what it’s like to be that depressed. Especially at fifteen, it’s such an emotional and dramatic age. I thought much differently then, than I do now. Now when I look back at that day I just see how stupid of a decision that was, and yes, I am ashamed. The first time I did cut myself it was such a rush, but it relieved my pain. All I could think about was how I couldn’t wait to come home and walk through that front door. I would march right up those stairs and head straight for the bathroom. I would lock the door and sit on the floor and cry and cry until I was so upset I ransacked the draws. There it was, small and sharp. I took the razor from the draw and looked at it. I was overwhelmed with tears. I looked at the razor then I looked at the reflection in the mirror. I hated that person staring back. It was at that very moment I realized I was bleeding. I felt all the anxiety and tormented feelings melt away. I craved that rush of adrenaline, that momentarily serene moment. I sat there on the floor with a towel over the cut to stop the bleeding. The inner turmoil I face every day because of my juvenile decision is unbearable. I’ve never told anyone and neither have my parents.

            They found me a month later on the bathroom floor bleeding to death. My dad came home just in time. I’ll never forget that day. It’s the day I grew up. From the moment I collapsed to the moment I woke up in the hospital I knew that I have caused more problems for myself than I had before. I could never actually tell anyone these feelings. I’ll only get those ‘What are you a psycho?’ looks from people. I love my mom; she never gave me a look like that. She only tried to help me. That’s when Dr. McCormey came into my life.

Welcome it's Six Sentence Sunday!!

Welcome to my page for Six Sentence Sunday! This excerpt that I've chosen, I've recently written in my new novel that is still nameless and not nearly finished. Feel free to comment on my page. I'll comment on yours. Enjoy my writing! =) 

Derek pulled her closer to him. Tighter he held her as they began to fill their carnal need for one another. His hands rubbing all over her; down either side of her face to her shoulders, arms, hips taking in the feel of her smooth, smooth skin; her soft, silk-like skin.  When he reached her back side he grasped it firmly and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She did just that sensing his intentions. As they continued to let the fire between one another to slowly ignite, they stumbled, clumsily to his bedroom.

 Next week I will post the continuation, and keep everyone updated with my progress as I move forward. Bare in mind, I am a student with a butt ton of reading every week for English; forget the other classes, my major is going to make sure I am very well read. Let me know what you guys think as the story progresses. This is an intriguing one. I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to comment and I will comment on your six's as well..

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