Finish the Story 209 #3-One Day

Finish The Story #3

This is a lovely idea from Theresa over at The Haunted Wordsmith. She starts the story and nominates someone to continue. It is awesome as it gets the creative juices going and it is fun.

Rules:

  1. Copy the story as you receive it.
  2. Add to the story in some fashion.
  3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.
  4. Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.
  5. Have Fun!

Part one – from The Haunted Wordsmith

Victor tugged at the rigging and twisted the rusty knob on the gas tank. He didn’t like leaving his family’s lives in the hands of a second-hand balloon, but what could he do? Everything was gone already; he was lucky to have found this under all the other rubbish in the dump.

“Here, Papa.” Maddie handed him her small, floral bag filled with all her worldly possessions.

He looked in her eyes and smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Is there room, Papa?” Jacob clutched his bag close to his chest. “I don’t really need it if there isn’t.”

Victor took his son’s bag and looked inside. Tears flowed down his cheeks. “There is always room for our dreams.” He tucked the wrapped notebook and Maddie’s bag into a small cubby in the balloon’s basket.

Maddie went in first, then Jacob.

“Victor,” Rose said, wiping the tears from her husband’s face, “we are doing the right thing, aren’t we?”

He held her hand against his cheek and closed his eyes. Silently, he nodded and took a deep breath. “It’s the only way.”

Victor helped her into the basket, then he climbed in and turned the knob on the flame. The family waited and watched as the sky filled with balloons. Friends and neighbors made the same choice they had. Many would, some didn’t. It was the only way.

As the balloon tugged against its last connection to the Earth, Maddie screamed and pointed. Victor turned and saw …

Part two – Kristian 

The horde of Invaders, wearing their strange red painted leather armour and waving their jagged swords in the air, come marching over the hill.

No one knew where these strange people had come from. It had only been a year ago when radio waves from space had been received that proved they were not the only inhabited planet in the universe. Then they arrived with their great big ships. First, they took over Washington DC. No one had cared when they publicly executed their President, most people didn’t like him much anyway, but then they started turning people into slaves.

The world had been so divided against each other that they could not stop this mighty external force and now they had made it to California.

America was finished. Only one country now held any chance of resistance. They were going to try to make it to Russia. His grandparents had fled from there to escape Communist ideology and now he was trying to go back. He hoped the little bit of Russian he remembered being taught on his Grandmothers knee would be enough to get by.

Victor jumped into the Balloon basket and cut the rope. The wind picked up and they drifted off, just in the nick of time.

The prevailing wind blew them Northwestwards across Oregon and slowly out to sea.

Rose began dishing out some of their meagre food rations, bread and cheese, when she started laughing, hysterically.

Victor grabbed her arm “What is it?”

Rose looked up into his face and said …….

To be Continued.

Jo’s Take:

Rose replied through giggles, ‘Our passports are under the cheese. Why are we hiding these?’ ‘I was trying to hide the cheese.’ Victor giggled at her. The mood instantly lightened in the small basket when Rose and Victor smiled as the horde disappeared under the canopy of the forest below. Victor leaned over and whispered, ‘let’s try to set good examples for our children.’ Rose nodded as he kissed her cheek.

The asylum seeking family sat in the basket quietly wincing in unison as the wind whipped tore through the worn woven wicker. Rose could see the kids were shivering and getting scared. Out of her gear bag, she pulled out a sleeping bag a bundled it around her children. ‘You guys want to play a game?’ Just as Rose was about to tell the kids she could hear screaming from below. Victor peered over the side and….

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I wish….

I wish that there were more hours in the  day. To accomplish all that I want to accomplish. (Work, exercise, clean, down time, read, write, did I mention clean?)

I wish that I would not feel the need to nag and nag and nag. To allow T the space in which to grow. (But at 18 he is released into society and I do not want to let out a caveman)

I wish that I was able to read each and every blog that I follow. To interact and connect with all those wonderful writers. (There are so many I feel I neglect)

I wish that I was able to carve out more space in my life. To allow others entry. (This though means letting them passed the facade I have created to protect myself.)

I wish that I was more confident. That I did not sometimes (always) undermine my worth.

I wish…..I wish…..I wish……

I wish that I would not feel guilty when I failed to accomplish all the above.

Because really I am doing the best that I can. 

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http://zerowastenews.org/Cartoon-Section/cartoons.html

Beautiful Truth

I have spent all day trying to come up with a poem for today’s daily prompt. And yet nothing would form. I was actually a little afraid that I was going to fail in doing the prompt every day this month and let down Confessions of an Irish Procrastinator. And given that she was able to put one out today the pressure is on. 😦 (For all who have been following me and wondering about the smiley faces it is the only one I can figure out on my notebook. Appears I might have the frowny face down now. Everything else I need through my phone and yeah…….)

Okay so I thought long and hard about this one. And it turns out that what I am about to write is intensely personal.

For the longest time, my vision of myself has been skewed. I had this voice, this tape in my head that told me 1) the only reason that men would be interested in me had to do with my sexuality 2) that I totally failed at everything I did.

I ran so hard and so fast from that voice.  I took pills, I drank a lot of alcohol to silence that voice but the damage was done.

This year, when I fell down and went Kaboom! I finally was able to see. I saw that the voice I was hearing, it was full of bullshit. I am a smart, independent, confident woman. I do not need to use my sexuality to entice men. I do not need to use my body to make them like me. My brain is more than enough to draw them in.

As well, I do not in any way fail at the things I do. I am pretty darn good at what I set my mind to. I can walk the walk and hell baby I can talk the talk. I will make you twist and shout!

The vision that I had of myself has been so very very wrong. I was a crippled version, bent over beneath angry words, and abusive behavior that screwed up the way that I saw myself, saw the world and how I was to interact within it.

Now, there are no images, there are no angry voices, there is no one but me living within my head. And I tell myself I am a good woman. I am a good mother. I am a good friend. The vision that I have of me, and the woman I want to be, is no longer skewed, but a beautiful truth.

 

Versatile Blogger Award

I was nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award this evening by the delightful sierraleonegirl  in a weekend of nominations. Thank you so much my girl.

What is the Versatile Blogger Award?

  • The versatile blogger award is given to bloggers by bloggers to as a recognition of the uniqueness of their content and individuality.
  • It is also a way to honor bloggers who bring something special to your life whether everyday or now and then.
  • The award is run by VBA. Check them out

 

  • Rules!

When you are nominated for the Versatile blogger award, you have to play by a number of rules and these are the rules.

  • Thank the person who gave you this award.
  • Include a link to their blog.
  • Next, select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly
  • Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award — you might include a link to this site.
  • Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

 

I an not going to nominate anyone because over the last couple of days I have nominated all that I would have nominated here. I do invite those who would like to to participate as I always love discovering new facts out about y’all. I read your stories but having the deep dark secrets behind the stories is awesome. And I may create a character based on you. The cons of having a writer friend. As y’all know.

Okay 15 things that no one knows about me:

  1. I was pigeon-toed at birth. I had to wear lovely shoes that had a bar going across to keep my feet straight. To this day when I am really tired, my feet will turn inward if they are propped on table or end of couch.
  2. I also had a lazy eye. That was corrected by wearing an eye patch.
  3. I broke my arm after learning how to jump off a swing. Forward jumping. I decided that I would try backwards jumping and well…….
  4. I am a non-practicing Catholic. There are just too many things that I cannot resolve to my satisfaction.
  5. I am a secret romantic. I want to be swept off my feet. Flowers sent to me, dinner at a nice restaurant. Told to dress up.
  6. I am rather opinionated.
  7. I like to talk, a lot.
  8. I swear, a lot. T is forever telling me to watch my language.
  9. I can take little pieces of information and come up with the whole picture. Whether I am suppose to know or not.
  10. My bff and I are twins born 9 3/4 years apart. We look nothing alike, we sound nothing alike, yet we are soul sisters. She knows everything about me. From the moment we get up until we go to bed, we are messaging one another. Or sending voice messages.
  11. I am separated.  And although at first we could not stand one another, the Ex and me, we are at a point where we are friends.
  12. I want to make you cry! LOL I have realized that with my poetry, I want to make people feel. I want to touch a cord within them. Mom use to joke that she always knew how good a book was based on how many times I cried. Or used Kleenex. I want to be able to do that.
  13. I spend a lot of time reading the blogs that I follow. I have mentioned before but will mention this again, I am so afraid to miss any of your posts that I have them emailed to me. Instantly.
  14. I love to cry. As odd as that sounds when I read I love it when the writer can make me cry.  Being able to connect through the words before me, to feel what the writer is trying to convey, means a lot to me. Sometimes I will have to stop reading because the pain is so overwhelming. Yet I will continue to read once the initial wave has passed.
  15. I love to sing. I use Spotify and it is awesome. I can spend an entire weekend writing and listening and never get to the end of my list. And I keep adding to it.
  16. Okay there are only suppose to be 15 things but I just had a thought…..let me know your favorite song. I love to discover new artists.

So there you have it. 15 things about me and 1 request. Have an awesome night/Monday wherever you are in the world. And thank you for reading me.

Me no Mentor

So before I begin I want to give a big thanks to Confessions of An Irish Procrastinator for giving me a wee bit of a kick in the ass to do this. She had decided to do the daily prompt every day for the month of May and asked for ride alongs. I am a ride along although I started 2 days in. If you have not had a chance to check out her  blog please do. I giggle every time I read one of her posts. And you do not need to be Irish nor a Procrastinator to enjoy.

I have thought long and hard about today’s word prompt. And I will tell you it has been difficult for me. Believe it or not I even googled the word to see if there was an alternate meaning that would work for me. Alas, there is not. Therefore this post is going to be short and sweet.

At no point and time will I ever mentor anyone. Never ever ever and this is accompanied by vehement head shakes.

I am the world’s worst teacher at anything. I do not have the patience to explain things over and over again. I become very frustrated and will end up just pushing whomever I am trying to teach out of the way (usually T although I believe he does it wrong just so I will) and do it myself. I get very irritated and do not know why.

See, I learn by hands on. Maybe I will listen to someone explaining to me what needs to be done, but for the most part I would rather play around with computer, phone, till, scales what have you, until I figure it out myself. Even if you do explain it to me, most likely I have zoned you out and figured out 10 different ways to do it faster and better. (Oh yes I know that sounds totally egotistical but that is how my mind works. I have short cuts upon short cuts and what may take someone upwards of half hour or more to do usually takes me 10 or 15 minutes.)

So my way of teaching is to show you once and than set you free. How else are you going to learn if you do not do it? Some people will thrive with this type of mentoring while others will flounder. And than my impatience gets in the way.

Best thing I have decided is to take a step back and not teach/mentor anyone. Let me do what I have to do and everyone else can be the teacher. It really is a better fit all around. Now, mom, wow she can mentor and teach but it is not a talent/attribute that she passed along to me.

Procastination

I am procrastinating.

Have done laundry. Which to be honest I totally forgot I had to do today. Until I used the last of the toilet paper and had to go get the rolls from the linen closet when what do I spy but my laundry basket. With both of my uniforms in it. That would have been a difficult one in the morning, having only the apron to wear to work. Somehow I am thinking that would not go over very well. So laundry is done and in dryer. Well I cannot do anything until the dryer is done so aforementioned uniforms do not end up wrinkled.

Okay laundry is done.

I guess I should explain what I am procrastinating on. I am writing a short story. I pretty much have it figured out however I am opening with the point of view of a really really disgusting slimy character. K asked me if I had to have his point of view and yes because it leads up to the children. The children are scampering about wanting to be written but I cannot until sleazer gets written. He is in my head and as I told DD I need to vomit him out before I can sleep because he will haunt my dreams.

After finishing the laundry I sat down to read a few blogs. That is not really procrastination because I love reading the stories of the people I am following. And than after reading Welcome To Our Campfire’s post A New Family Pet I had to write a short novel in response to it.

Okay now I am going to write……no see K and P are both messaging me. As is DD. So I cannot be rude and ignore them so I shove sleazer back into some dark cupboard and chat away. Well voice msg with K and P. Those are a blast and we are, I am very goofy at times.

Now I am going to write…..oh wait someone new has liked my comment on A New Family Pet and I must go and check out their blog. Bitchin’ in the Kitchen.  So over I go and am delighted to discover a new person who sounds and reads as a lovely person. I spent a good fifteen or twenty minutes perusing her blog, liking away and hitting the follow button. I laughed quite a few times. Okay most of the time.

Now I am going……..yeah I am not even going to pretend. I responded to a few comments in response to my comments. Than I moved into my room and got myself all settled in. Still talking with K who has now fallen asleep. DD is also going to bed. I am alone, with sleazer (he is in my head still not my bed) who is cackling.

I have like 6 emails to read and than I will go and write him. I really will have a bad sleep if I don’t excise him from my mind. Wish me luck.

Oh look I got 2 more emails. 🙂

Further procrastination taking picture with Thomas.

Cat & Story

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I was sitting here and decided to take my hair down. Pulled the clip out and ran my fingers through it, and the smell of my conditioner filled the air. All of a sudden there is pawing and purring behind me. Thomas is kneading the back of my head. I giggle a little and than he begins to slide around me. The above two pictures are his lolling about my neck as though he were a snake of some sort. A Thomas snake.

I was not sure what I was going to post today. I had no idea at all. So I am posting about Thomas. You may not want to read, but he makes me smile.

I did do something today that I am very proud of. I wrote a short story. One that I had an idea for coming out of a bizarre dream image. I almost actually screamed when I woke up but realized that it would make a good story instead. So I wrote. And wrote. And wrote some more.

The story flowed from my fingers. I wrote and it came. There were a few moments when I had a bit of difficulty, but I messaged K and she reassured me all was okay. If I needed to I could take a break. But I did not want to take a break because I was afraid that I would lose the flow of words.

My stories all tend to be a little dark. But as dark as they are, sometimes they have a joy and happiness in them too. Growth. They allow me to come to terms with somethings and I hope that at the same time, I tell a good tale.

This is probably really convoluted. Making no sense at all. But today was a good day. Thomas made me laugh and giggle as he gave me some feline loving. I wrote what I think is an amazing story. And two new poems. Oh yeah, I even worked this afternoon but that is nothing compared to the Writing!!!!!!

Have a great day/evening wherever you find yourself and at whatever time.

🙂