Monday, August 30, 2021

Feedback...PLEASE!!!!

 Monday, 8.30.21

Hello readers!

I really need your help! I have to turn in a paper by midnight tonight (I know! I'm such a procrastinator!). I plan on stopping the classes for the time being. The timing is all wrong right now. Well, the timing and the money is all wrong. Anyway, I would like to finish just to get a certificate that at least says I did this!!! I completed my creative writing course!


Enclosed is my story. Please keep in mind it's only 1,000 words. The average chapter is at least 2,500 words. Anyway, enough of my chit-chatting. Here's my story:

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Have you ever had a dream where you run from one adventure to the next, never finishing up the first part of your dream? That is how I would describe my life. I’m not dreaming. This is all my real life, my real world. I know you may not believe what I’m about to tell you, but it is all true. Real events are unfolding right in front of my very eyes, and I feel as if I’ve lost control of the situation.

 

The dream is real. Alice has fallen down the rabbit hole and has landed on the ground in a superhero-type formation. One foot, one knee, one hand on the ground, and the other hand in the air to catch my balance. I look around to see if anyone has even noticed a strange person falling from the sky. No one has. With a sigh of relief, I stand up and straighten my dress.

 

I look around some more. It’s just about to get dark. I look at my watch, but it’s not revealing anything for me. I cannot look at my phone. Not right now anyway. I wouldn’t want to freak anyone out. Never once have I ever been called to where I immediately arrive from one time and place to the next. I give myself a mental shake. It doesn’t matter what I’m feeling right now, someone is in danger.

 

“Say,” a lady walks up to me. She’s dressed in a black and purple fringe dress, and she’s sporting a bob with a headband that’s decorated with a feather. She looks like someone straight out of the Great Gatsby. I take another look around my surroundings. The reason why everything looks like the Great Gatsby is because I am in the nineteen-twenties.

 

“Aren’t you that dame from A Midsummer Night’s Dream?” I look down at my clothing. I am in a tattered emerald green undergarment, which can be mistaken for a dress in this era. I look like I could be a fairy.

 

I take another look at her, place my fake smile, and curtsey. The woman and her date give a laugh, and then they start clapping, telling me how wonderful my performance was. I give one last bow, and notice out of the corner of my eye what appears to be a bar. Not a bar, a speakeasy.

 

I go inside the club. It’s dark and smoky. No one has noticed my presence, I’m pretty sure of it. I quickly look for the ladies room, and enter. A few ladies have left the room. I walk over to the mirror before heading over to the stall.

 

I have been trying not to cry, but clearly enough tears managed to escape. The little makeup I wear has run down my face. I throw some water on my face before heading into a stall. I need to change my clothing without having anyone walking in on me.

 

I grab my phone from the pocket that was attached to my undergarment. My phone shows me that I’m in New York. It’s the middle of May in the year nineteen-twenty. Great! I think to myself. The one time I wanted to go to the nineteen-twenties, and it has to be on horrible circumstances. I sigh. I can’t focus on this right now. I take one last look around above the stall wall. There’s no one here. I say an incantation, and instantly transform into someone from this era.

 

I place my phone into my purse, and I head out of the room. My main goal was to head out of the door when someone grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. Everything happened so fast. As I am staring at everyone on the floor, they’re all wearing masks. I am the only one that’s mask-less, but I am staring closely at the man that grabbed me for a dance.

 

The lights are dim, and I barely notice his dark hair. While I can’t distinguish the color of his eyes, there is something familiar about them as he’s staring at me. There is a feeling that’s nagging at me to leave, but I am mesmerized by my dance partner.

 

We dance for what feels like an eternity, and then it dawns on me. I am not supposed to be here right now. I am supposed to be out looking for the being that summoned me. They are clearly desperate for my help. The lights turn on, and I gasp by what I am seeing.

 

The gentleman I was dancing with. His height, dark hair, and Pacific Ocean blue eyes. He has often been mistaken for a young Christopher Reeve.

 

“This is not happening,” I mutter to myself.

 

I manage to fight my way out of the club, and into the fresh air.

 

“Alex,” I hear him calling to me.

 

“That’s impossible,” I whisper. Only one person—well, besides my father—has ever called me Alex. Normally, I go by Lexie.

 

I turn to face him, but instead of looking at him, I look down away from him.

 

“Carter,” I say while still looking away from him. “What are you doing here?”

 

“It seems you need a reminder.” He walks closer to me, and lifts my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I will never stop looking for you.”

 

“I thought you would have been mad at me.”

 

“For sending me back to my present?” I nod. He wipes the tears from my eyes. “I understand your reasoning.”

 

I change the subject. “I was summoned here.”

 

Carter raises his eyebrow. “Summoned?”

 

I nod. “I came straight from eighteen-oh-one. I didn’t even have time to research anything. I was instantly brought here.”

 

“That’s never happened before.”

 

“I agree, but someone clearly was desperate for my help.”

 

“Mom!” I turn to see a young man walking over to me.

 

I give a perplexing look. “Mom?”

 

“My name’s Hunter. I’m from the future, and I need your help.”

 

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Questions:

 

1.    What do you think of the actions of the main characters?

2.    Were there any parts of this chapter that seemed confusing or hard to follow?

(Please keep in mind I only had 1,000 words to work with)


Sunday, July 4, 2021

Misogyny

 I don't think, I KNOW, if I were a man, people at work would take me more seriously.

 They wouldn't think of me as some " typical" woman trying to get someone in trouble!!!

There are some serious red flags here that everyone wants to bitch about, but no one wants to report it!

I mean, why? Is it some kind of a wounded pride thing? Or a " Us men need to stick together thing"?

If this was happening to your daughter, or mother, or sister, or wife, would you be doing something then???

If I get killed, I want the epitaph on my tombstone to say: I f*cking told you so... now get away from my grave!!!

DJ

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Monday, September 14, 2020

The Day My World Ended (28.13)


9.14.2020, Monday
Dear fellow bloggers,
I was unclear on what you wanted for the hard bonus. When I googled "Massive Attack Lyrics", I got a Nicki Minaj song. When I typed in "Massive Attack Band Lyrics", I got a list of songs from the band. I'm hoping you meant the band and not the song. If it is the song, the only lyrics I could pick out was: bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla. I mean, sure! I can continue my story either way. But if you meant the band, well then I pick the line "gentle impulsion" from the song "Teardrop".

Now, the easy bonus was...well...easy! I pick the title Split Second by David Baldacci

Right, then. Off I go, continuing my story.

Chapter 5
The Day My World Ended
Serena

Numb, that's an emotion, right? It's what I feel at the moment anyway.
For a split second, I try to think about what Stone might want from me. There's a gentle impulsion there deep inside me to ask.
But it's just a gentle impulse. I can't get my brain to make words.
I barely noticed Stone walking me up the stairs to a different room. I barely made out his words of food, or a gym that's downstairs. I stared blankly out the window, not noticing the curtains surrounding them. I barely noticed Stone as he left me to my thoughts.
To me, this was the day my world ended. Though, truth be told, I've been in denial for a very long time now. It would have only been a matter of time before I had to leave Colby anyway.
I mostly stayed because of his addiction, but he had this addiction long before I came into the picture. I truly have a knack for helping those that can't be helped. Maybe I can learn to help myself.
Eventually, I will have to talk to Stone. I will have to find out what happens now that I've turned. Maybe I could suppress the wolf for the moment. I know I can't hold her back much longer as my body temperature has started to change.

DJ 

Topic: Jessica
Picture: Lika

Picture phrase guesses:
1. Solemn
2. Sullen
3. Woman in white
4. Silhouette
5. Shadows
6. Nothing really matters
7. Empty shell.
8. Hollow

Sunday, August 9, 2020

22.13

 Ecrits Blogophilia Topic 22:13: Cheers & Beers

Hard Bonus (2 pts.) - Quote Leonard Nimoy

Easy Bonus (1 point): Use the phrase "Do or die"


From the poem: Embracing the Light by Leonard Nimoy

Collected bits of truth
Shimmering sparks <====== Line I'll use
Shards of light
Merge
Healing
Restoring
Bursting bright
Rising
In divine ecstatic flame


It's a story I've been thinking about. I'll start the beginning, but not sure if I'll continue it through here.

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Now is my time to act. I was told by a seer--that goes by the name of Lady Richmond--I would find my true soulmate, and be able to break this curse. It's do or die time--literally. If I don't get my soulmate to come now, I will be dead in six months.

I had suspected it has always been Serena that would help me break the curse. I had always suspected she was my soulmate, but I was never able to act upon it.

I'm a man with morals. She's married--very married--which is why I had to use her husband's situation to my advantage. I never said I had good morals. Right now, my morals are more desperate. Her husband has a gambling addiction.

He owed a lot of money. I offered to pay, in exchange for Serena. He signed a contract agreeing to the terms. I knew the consequences; I didn't care. I don't care. I feel it's worth it. I know better than to accept any kinds of shimmering sparks right away. And I know she will be downright pissed off at me.

It won't be all cheers & beers like some kind of an endless 80's hair band party. I know this. I just have a bigger challenge on my hands. 

My old childhood friend, Bryce, married a woman named Katrina. Everyone calls her Kat. Kat was the one that cast the curse on me. She cursed me because I refused her advances. In the end, Kat lied, Bryce believed her, and not only are we enemies, but things just took a dangerous turn.

Not only do I have six months to make the woman that I'm destined to be with love me back, now I have to show her a new way of life. I just hope what I have is enough to protect her.

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That's all I'm going to write about that.

 

DJ

Topic: Tyler
Picture: Christopher

Picture phrase guesses:

1. Everybody's working for the weekend
2. Party on dudes
3. Halloween party
4. Rock on
5. Sing from the hair
6. I'm with the band
7. Rising star

Thursday, June 4, 2020

13.13: Incognito

Ecrits Blogophilia week 13.13 Topic:
Incognito
2 pts. Quote Erwin McManus
"To be apathetic is literally to be without passion."

Apathetic - Showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern.

1 point: Incorporate "Paradise, safari, and prayer" into your blog.

To be apathetic
Is not dynamic
Lost on a safari

It is literally to be
What you can't see
Without proper prayer

And to be without passion
Without the knowing fashion
Locked out of paradise

Incognito in your mind
Meandering through the unkind
Floating out to the unknown

6.4.2020, (c) DJS West

Topic: Jonathan
Picture: Colleen



Picture phrase guesses:

Floating (in blog)
Water bed
Sail away
Cast away
Ashore

That's all I got!

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