Tag: based on a song

Wednesday Works: Up In Smoke

When they were younger and the relationship was new, fun and exciting, they had started making origami stars, writing dreams of the future inside them.

“When we’re married, we’ll open one a month and do whatever’s on it.”

It had seemed like a great idea at the time. A way to keep the magic of their relationship alive forever. A way to keep the love between them exciting, even though at barely seventeen and a month into dating, they still hadn’t said those words yet.

For three and a half years, they created the origami stars with wishes and dreams written inside. Through high school drama, senioritis, college admissions and refusals, community college, they created stars.

A month before his twenty-first birthday, he died. A fluke accident. Something had gone wrong with the brakes and it had been raining. He couldn’t stop and drove straight into a billboard on the freeway on the way to see her.

For weeks, it felt like they had died with him too. All the light had left them and they rarely smiled.

His birthday was a somber occasion. They spent it alone in the dark of their bedroom, having gathered all the origami stars they had made. The dreams that could never be.

A single candle burned.

One by one, they began to open them.

One by one, they began to burn them.

One by one, they went up in a puff of smoke.

All the dreams they’d held so close, went up in smoke so easily.

Camp NaNoWriMo News

Hello Everyone! April is just around the corner, and that means Camp NaNoWriMo!

This year, I’m working on two projects. Finishing up my project from NaNoWriMo 2019, and starting a new project.

Under Grey Skies: Doing my best to finish up my 2019 NaNo Novel by the end of April.

Book Nine of the LOVED series.

Earth: There are no more children to save. There are no more lost souls to wake. Everything should be perfect, but Jared has disappeared, and Qu has been set to wander the earth. The only person that can stop him is Emily. Chasing Qu, she runs into someone she never expected. 

Widren: With Qu gone, the island and the city have become what they were meant to be, a paradise. Randa must find the boy, but no one can help her. He’s a mystery that might just stay a mystery forever.

He was always in the background, never thought of himself as anything special, but she saw him.  

GOAL: Write “The End”

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Ghost House Heart: Death is only the beginning. When Blanche loses her fiance in a tragic accident, she thinks there is nothing left for her. Until she learns there may be a way to bring him back. Now she will do anything to bring him back, even if it means risking her own life. 

GOAL: 30,000 words.

This Camp NaNoWriMo will definitely be interesting, since I’ve never worked on two projects at full speed like this before and even with the chaos of the world, I’m still working full time.

Wish me luck!

(There’s still time to join me for Camp NaNoWriMo Here, just create a project and link it to the event. I’m always looking for more buddies, this is Me.)

A Better Hope

The rhythm is monotonous and comfortable sometimes, and yet you no find comfort in that.  You think that living after tonight will be a nightmare, but you’re wrong. 

The nightmare is not waking up tomorrow and seeing the sunrise, the smiles on small children as they pass, the beautiful chaos that is human interaction. 

The nightmare is giving up before you find your place. 

The nightmare is all of the words unsaid, the feelings unfelt, the world unexperienced. 

Go forward and breathe new life into everything you touch. 

Consciously Stepping Forward

The days don’t stop. You either persevere or you perish. 

Yes, it will be hard, but you can get through it. 

Just put on some good music and dance. 

Your Love and Your Life

You wish things had ended differently. That she would have done more, that you could have done less. You just want things to have been different. 

You wouldn’t have said what you had said if you knew how things were going to go. Sure, you felt it, and she eventually said it back, but it wasn’t the same after that. 

To you, the words “I love You,” might as well be a knife to thé throat of your relationships. 

You kill all the beautiful things in your life and are left lost with the remains that no amount of resuscitation can breathe new life into. 

Maybe it’s better that way. 

Fighting Words

Memories are the silent killer, the ones that wrap around your head and whisper into your ear that you could have done everything to change the thing you fear the most. 

Or worse, the ones that sweetly sing that song of regret where if you had changed one thing, Made one phone call, sent one text, wrote one word, everything would have changed.  

How were you supposed to know all that would change everything? How were you supposed to know what to do?

You were just a kid, who lost their entire childhood. 

But now you can fight with your quiet little voice. 

You can’t gain back what you’ve lost, but you can still smile. 

Houdini 

She’s slowly disappearing. 

The artist, the creative, 

The crazy. 

She is being replaced.

The analytical, the theorist,

The Calm under all circumstances. 

So you paint your skin with permanent ink,

And pierce your skin with loud colored metals,

And hope you recognize yourself in the mirror,

Through the work professional attire,

And the fake smiles. 

You try to keep yourself from disappearing. 

Is it working?

Fight Club

You look for an exit, whether through the trees or the sea of people, or even from the prison of your body. 

You can’t find one, so you choose to fight. Them, the situation, everything you hate, and even yourself. 

You hope you’re dreaming, that you’ll wake up in your bed, safe and sound. 

But you know you aren’t. 

Thanksgiving is always a battlefield. 

Seaside

She knows she’ll die there. As soon as she hears the rotors of the planes and smells the gas in the air, she knows they will die there. Near the ocean and the waves, lapping at their feet, the  squishy sand between their toes as they dance to whatever God rules the sea. 

The planes weren’t supposed to be that far out, but she can see them, she can hear them, their loud entrance overtaking her daughters’ singing voices to the sea as they play in the sand and squeal at the chill of the December ocean. 

The approaching planes disturb the wildlife and the skies, spitting out black trails of smoke, making the clear sea air smell of death and destruction. 

She screams and so do her daughters.

No sound comes out as the sea and sky turn orange and black. 

Upside Down 

When you tilt your head forward enough to see the world upside down, everything looks different. 

The trees are brown at the top, tapering into green points at the bottom, the sky is green and the grass is blue. You notice people’s shoes more rather than the lies they hide on their faces. 

Even your own head begins to feel fuzzy and you forget what right side up is. 

Things are easier if we forget which side is right side and which side is upside down. 

Isn’t it? 

But everything will be ok, won’t it?