Nothing Left to Lose...

I gave seven+ years of my life to the hospitality industry. Dealing with arrogance beyond what I thought possible in people. I stayed for those wonderful people I met along the way. Both co-workers and guests. 

It's a selfless career path. I would do whatever I could to make people happy and comfortable. I realized that they were away from home and that in itself is a hard thing. I met people who spent more time in hotel beds than their own. Finding that I could make at least some difference in their comfort was worth all the grief I may get from the few people who were only happy in their misery. 

But.



I don't think I will go back to that. I walked into work Wednesday, just after siting down to review my emails, my boss called me into her office. I prepared myself for yet another scolding, I should have prepared myself for more. For the first time in my life I was fired from a job. I will admit I was surprised even though I knew it would eventually come. For when you have a target on your back, as anyone who has ever had one knows, it's like a tattoo: only a painful surgery will remove it. 

With mixed emotions I have walked through the past days, ready to close that chapter of my life and fearful of the unknown future. There has even been cheer. So many of my co-workers have reached out. It's nice to know there was appreciation. I hope they all know how much I love them and will miss each of them.

But.

What to do. I admit, I have no idea! So here I am. 

I took a day trip with my wonderful daughter yesterday and camera. I realize all the pictures have a theme: Loneliness.

I was going for solidarity. The images tell the truth of it. I have felt alone for so long a time that I am not sure there is any other truth. So I face the truth of it and move forward. Perseverance! I have nothing left to lose and an adventure at hand. I shall seek out my next chapter and share the trials I encounter. 

Therapy Session

Therapy session: Sorry but bare with me. I am playing the this is my world card, so I can do and post what I want. And what I need to post is something that needs to be let go, to breathe.

He walked towards her with such fierce single minded determination; had it been any other man she’d known in her life she would have been frightened by the look in eyes. He was different, something hard to communicate, but it came down to his eyes. The way they smiled even when he didn’t and when he did smile, especially with mischief, they radiated such energy that she knew: he was a good man.

Their passions mixed, collided even in their fumbling. It was the greatest complement of her life to see and feel that desire. All she wanted was him; everything else was secondary, inconsequential. His warm breath and firm lips found the curve in her neck, while his smell electrified her senses. She could taste the musky warmth that surrounded him.

Did he have any idea the power which he held over her? It surprised and excited her; she could feel this for him and even more that she would share it.

Perhaps one day this will make its life somewhere, but for now: this is it.

Hello again!

The last year has been a rough one, however, things are finally smoothing out and I am anxious to get back to my writing. I think it's funny how I have to be in a good "place" in order to want to find my way back to those other worlds. :-)


But, I don't think I will find my way back to all the same worlds I was developing before. One that I hope I can find is the one I was working on here. I really liked where the characters were going and the grittiness of the world. Plus, I was about to introduce my protagonist. The one we love to hate. That said, I will try...and maybe with enough pain I will find my way. I hope that you will join, encourage and criticize (when necessary) me. ~Thank you!

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Sorry for the technical difficulty with the blog layout. I am working on getting things under control, and as soon as I do, I will post another portion of the story.
Thank you.

For Magic to Survive Someone Must Sacrifice--Part III

She sunk into the straw mattress, her hair fanned on the pillow accentuating her pale skin: a dark angel.

“Father, is she...” Bailyn couldn’t pull himself away from the girl. He thought of Sleeping Beauty, and in spite of himself, he imagined bending down and placing a soft kiss on her rough lips.

Molina moved her brother aside, “She’s not dead,” she said. “Look her chest moves.” An unfamiliar feeling, it was a curious notion, crossed her consciousness. Goosebumps raced up her arms despite the warmth from the stove.

She needed to touch the mystifying girl, but she hesitated for fear of what it would do, and more than that, she was afraid.

“Children, Jon come away now,” the woman said. “Molina, fetch some blankets from the cupboard; Bailyn, run to the well for water; Jon, put the kettle on.” She took a slow deep breath; she could taste the bittersweet honey that mingled with the girl's aura. It had been years since she felt the magic stir within her but she felt the pull like an old friend come to visit.

Her family and their safety came first, though the last thing she desired to do was to hand over another witch. If The Destroyers came, she’d have no choice.

The floorboard behind her creaked with the weight of her husband and his shadow darkened the girl's pale features, “What should we do with her?”

Sighing, she shrugged.

For Magic to Survive...

(my second installment of the story, enjoy)

 

           “Bailyn, fetch the riffle for me.”

           “What is it father?” Bailyn asked, trying to see around his father’s broad shoulders.

“A thief in the garden. Quick now!”

“Jon,” the woman said.

“Bailyn follow me around back, you...”

“Jon.”

“...grab her on my mark,” he said taking the long barreled shot gun from Bailyn.”

Bailyn nodded the thrill of the hunt in his eyes.

“Jonathon!”

“What is it woman?”

“The garden is in the back of the house, Jon,” she said, putting her arm around her daughter, identical smiles revealing their amusement.

“Oh right, but then...” he stood there, unsure of what to do. Grunting he motioned for his son to follow.

Moonlight illuminated the small frame of a girl, hair swirled around her in a wind only she felt.

“Father this isn’t right. Listen.”

Jon understood he rubbed his ears: it felt like they needed to pop. “Here take the gun.” The closer they crept the greater the pressure in their ears became.

John grabbed the girl from behind, pinning her arms to her sides, and yanked. Bailyn circled around her; the gun limp in his hand threatened only the Earth.

“Boy, the gun!”

“I think she’s dead.”

For Magic to Survive She Must Sacrifice

The air was hot and dense; it pushed against her, breathing was laborious. Her hair hung limp down her back, usually, it swirled around her but not this night. Eve stood in the perpetual darkness with only a tattered dress, which used to brush the ground, but now stopped just below her knees, showing her bare feet. The noise of the woods and trees beat painfully in her ears.

There was a light on in the shack, illuminating the family within. They sat at a round table (playing a game) laughing. Just a moment ago, the boy had lifted up the youngest girl in his arms and spun her around. He looked to be about the same age as Eve: on the cusp of being an adult. The girl, shock red hair curled around her cherub face, rosy cheeks with dimples, eyes the color of ice, a perfect miniature to the mother.

It’s the glow of magic that surrounds the girl that makes her unique; no doubt it once enveloped the mother but not a trace could be seen any longer. Eve wondered if they knew that magic touched them. They would know soon.

The ground vibrated the energy, alerting The Destroyers. It was Eve’s job to avert them, so she set to it. Placing her one hand on the outside wall of the house, the other she dug into the soft soil. Pushing stones out of the way, using her nails to claw deeper down until she planted her arm (up to her elbow).

Tego texi tectum

Tego texi tectum

 She chanted, closing her eyes, she put all her energy into the concealment spell. The air warmed and lifted to her words, the fearful creatures of the woods became silent: Death could not find them.