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Gravity

Gravity

t’s only gravity – don’t let it bring you down. The World will send you challenges, disappointments, and situations you’d rather not be in.  The truth is life gives you tests so that you can grow.  No test comes without purpose, and every obstacle can […]

What inspires me?

What inspires me?

People often ask me what inspires me.  The best way for me to answer that is by saying, whenever I feel a strong emotion.  The emotion can be Love, sadness, joy, curiosity, desire, or pressure, but in order for it to inspire me it has to […]

Davy Jones Locker

Davy Jones Locker

6/642 days of storytelling: 

He let go of the daisy he held in his hand.  Its long stem hit the ground where a footprint was left behind in the sand.  A place where daisies would shrivel up from the sun beating it against the hot sand or from the salty spray of the sea.

She was like drinking a glass of ocean water, polluted and overwhelmingly salty.  That kind of water was no good for him, He couldn’t survive from salted water.  He was Better off drinking tap.

He knew this from the moment he met her, but wanted her to be something he could filter.  he carried that idea with him, like a scuba diver’s air tank, always there, heavy, and attached.  Without her, he couldn’t breathe.  He became attached.

She was the ocean, intangible with bare hands.  He could be surrounded by her presence, but he could never grasp her.  At any given moment,  the current would take her away.   He figured that by being a strong swimmer, and could swim against the tide to be with her.

Davy was sinking, and he didn’t even realize it.   she remained like the ocean.  She kept moving along with the tide never staying in one place.

Davy found himself so attached, he couldn’t see life without her.  as she swam with the fish he imagined her with sharks. His mind was consumed by thoughts of her.

He found her gorgeous in the way that most things were gorgeous, for their elusiveness.  She wasn’t good at anything other than being herself, a swimmer that went with the current, and he loved her for it.

He on the other hand was a carpenter.  A man of land, a man with stability with tough hands and an artistic eye for detail.  He could build a boat to help them float together.  Or a house that they could live in.  Davy was the type of guy that every girl wanted, but he didn’t care for the other pretty fish that swam by in waves.  The ones that went against the current just to be in his presence.   Davy only wanted her, and everyone wanted her.  And she wanted everyone.

Davy was gorgeous in the subtle way that shy men were gorgeous.  He had hair that every girl loved, the type she could run her fingers through.  Eyes that saw beauty in everything he looked at.  Plump lips that only spoke words of kindness.  His very core radiated compassion, and she radiated a storm.

She was the type of girl who wanted everything, to walk on land and underwater.  So she did.

She told him she was a woman of the sea, that they could never be together.  He said he would go to the depths of the ocean for her.  She took his word for him and tied an anchor to his legs telling him she would meet him at the bottom where they could finally be together.  She kissed him hard, and let him fall into the depths of the dark ocean.   Once he realized what was happening his heart failed from the heartache, even before his lungs filled with water and collapsed.  She was the ocean he drowned in.  and he spent eternity ready to swim up out of the depths to haunt her, and punish her for what she had done to him.  But He became a part of the ocean, a part of life down at the bottom.

Until one day, decades later, he saw her.  In all of her beauty swimming gracefully.  Mesmerized by her presence, Davy forgave her.  He wished to follow her.

 

The next morning he grew fins.  She passed again, this time going another way.   He remembered his pain, and let himself be unnoticed by her.  After there was no sign of her, he swam up toward the glittering sun that reflected all the way to the ocean floor.

 

Little did he know she was  looking for him.

Let yourself be uncomfortable

Let yourself be uncomfortable

#Inspiration A lot of people will try to discourage you from doing things that you know is best for you, or things that you want to do. Some on purpose, others because they think it’s in your best interest, and some because they don’t know […]

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

5/642 Days of storytelling    “It’s not about love, ”  Jacqueline said. “It’s never about love” Stacee chimed in. “It’s about convenience,” Marc, Stacee’s husband, said. “You can’t tell them that,” said Jacqueline’s new husband, Jay, as he interrupted the conversation. “Can’t tell us what?” Jacqueline […]

Your Internal Compass

Your Internal Compass

#inspiration

You’re never going to steer yourself in the wrong direction when you follow your heart.  Your gut is always right.  You can always tell if something is right or wrong by the way that it makes you feel.  If you choose to ignore this, that is another situation completely.  You might talk yourself out of it, and when you do this, you are only harming yourself.  We’re born with an internal compass that shows us the way we are supposed to go, what’s right and what’s wrong, what’s a detour, which relationships and friendships are wrong, what career move or job is wrong.  You know what’s right, don’t ignore it, don’t let outstanding circumstances and people be in control of your life.  Don’t let your love for the wrong people and wrong things stop you.  Let it go, so better things can come.  You control it, you know what’s best for you.

The Truck Ride

The Truck Ride

Day 4/642 days of storytelling: “Do you always know where you’re going?” Jacob said as they sped down the high way with the windows down, sweating from the dessert heat.  They were in his grandfather’s pickup truck, the same light blue as the blanket he’s had […]

I Don’t Want Any Roses

I Don’t Want Any Roses

Short Fiction Story: Day 1 of 642 of storytelling “Always sit with your legs crossed,” Bree’s Mother said, as Bree sat swinging her legs joyously back and forth since they could not reach the floor.  Bree’s mother was taking the dead leaves off of the […]

642 Days of Storytelling

642 Days of Storytelling

I like my type A personality.  Being busy all the time keeps me motivated because I have a goal that I’m constantly working toward.  After having gone to school all my life, and having just graduated with my masters, now that school has started I went through a week of “sadness” for not being busy all the time.  I am used to working full-time and juggling my passion for writing through school.  The first week of September rolled around and I felt near emptiness.  I want to be back at USC!  I desperately e-mailed former professors to meet with them, so that they could give me assignments.  Then I discovered my issue.  I just have to give myself assignments as though I’m in school.  I never skip assignments!

Six hundred and fourty two days of fiction writing.  Each day I will write three times a day.  One will be a part of my new story assignments 642 days of writing, another will be for my inspirational blog, and the third time will be for my novel.  Sounds daunting doesn’t it? Well, it makes me excited and that’s all that matters.

So in an effort to fulfill my writing passions, and my need for being busy, I am giving myself an assignment.  For 642 days, I will write a short story per day.  In one take, one sitting, without editing.
It is with great excitement that I bring you today my fiction story for Day 1.  52f2389c274d8d6131ed783a9af0af79

 

Overcoming Worry

Overcoming Worry

When you’re in stressful situations… Worry stems from fear, a negative emotion that gets us absolutely nowhere!  When you worry it’s like playing a game of telephone with the universe, and asking for more negative and stressful situations to come to you.  You are creating […]