I have so much better of an understanding of who I am what I am meant to be in life thanks to my writing and really thanks to my husband. Without his love and support I would never be able to have the freedom to do what I love. He encourages me and even gives me ideas for stories. He never doubts my abilities and never discourages my writing. He finds beauty in my flaws and he also holds me accountable when others don't. Above all he has been my greatest champion in everything in our lives, especially when it comes to my bipolar and depression issues. Life may not always be great, hell it is sometimes down right awful, but at the end of the day I have my husband, my health and my writing.
I hope everyone is having a wonderful Tuesday! Tonight I will be attending Film on the Rocks with my love to see Fight Club! Adieu adieu mes amis!
8
June 2014
Alice
and the Mailman
Alice
was a very sweet 4 year old who loved watching life happen from the
living room window. She waved everyday to the neighbor who walked her
dog, she giggled at the squirrels who chased each other up the tree
and she thought of what it would be like to go to school as she
watched the kids get off the bus. More than anything her favorite
thing to do was to go with her mom and greet the mailman. He was a
very elderly man who had delivered the mail in the neighborhood for
as long as anyone can remember. Alice loved these meetings so much
that she called him Papa James and was sad on the two days he was not
working. Sometimes she would draw him pictures and sometimes they
brought him cookies but everyday they saw each other was a delight
for both Alice and Papa James.
One
day, Alice and her mother went to retrieve the mail but the mailman
was not there on his usual day. Alice asked the new mail lady where
her Papa James was that day. Sadly the mail lady informed Alice and
her mother that their dear mail man had passed away quietly in his
home. Everyone was very sad and heart broken but they were able to
attend the memorial for their Papa James Monroe.
“Mommy,
if Papa James is gone does that mean that Mammy, Grandma, Grandpa and
Papa Will will also go away too? Will you and daddy go too?” Alice
asked with tears in her eyes.
“Well
sweetheart the thing is no one ever really goes away. Papa James will
always watch over you. Even when we are all gone, we will all watch
over you. We all get old and eventually everyone dies. We are lucky
though. We get to wait in heaven for all our loved ones. Papa James
will be in heaven waiting for us all and his family and he will smile
down on us watching us enjoy our lives,” explained Alice's mother.
This
seemed to satisfy the 4 year old and she sat quietly for the rest of
the service. At the end Alice and her mother went to give their
condolences to Mrs. Monroe. Mrs. Monroe was very pleased to see so
many people show up for her husband's memorial service. With tears in
her eyes, she thanked Alice for coming. Alice kissed Mrs. Monroe's
cheek and patted her shoulder.
“Don't
worry Mrs. Monroe, Papa James is in heaven waiting for us. He is
watching you so don't be sad, one day you will get to be with him
again,” assured Alice.
The
brilliance of an understanding child caught everyone by surprise that
evening. Rather than be sad, many spent the rest of the day enjoying
their family, friends and the memories of James. They all went home
that night and rather than say goodbye they all said, “Until we see
each other again.” Alice never forgot her Papa James and she also
never forgot to appreciate life. She continued to love getting the
mail because she knew Papa James would be watching her, it was her
dedication to him and to all that life's happiness had to offer.
9
June 2014
Zombie
Atlantis
The
night was dark and warm. The moon was high and full. It was a great
night for an adventure. Nakita, Krysta, Justin, Scott and Javaneh had
a plan and that was to find the Lost City of Atlantis. After many
months of research and preparation the crew was ready for deep sea
dive. They had all their equipment and maps of the surrounding areas.
They had saved and saved and were finally headed to the Mediterranean
Sea near Crete. They were finally there and things could not be more
perfect, everyone was excited! They found their spot in the sea,
anchored their boat and one by one they jumped into the cool water.
Things
were beyond perfect. The water was clear as if the sun were shining
all around them. The friends smiled and gave each other thumbs up.
Slowly they swam down to the sea floor to find their hidden city. If
only they could hear the horrifying sounds but sadly they couldn't
hear much over the bubble of their SCUBA gear. Lower and lower they
sank and with their flash lights they finally saw it. Hidden behind
seaweed and moss was the elaborate city of Atlantis! Cheering and
patting each other they began to explore. Justin swam between two
pillars and picked up a bowl that was cracked in half. As he was
examining it an undead, nearly skeletal zombie grabbed him by his
face and ripped off his mask. Justin struggled to get the mask back
on and fight the zombie off. The zombie bit into Justin's neck,
ripping flesh from from his throat. Scott saw Justin being attacked
and used his fishing spear to stab the zombie in the head. Blood
filled the water and as Scott began to pull Justin to the surface a
shark grabbed Justin and began to eat his lifeless body.
Fear
filled Scott to the core. He looked down and saw hundreds of zombies
walking aimlessly on the sea floor, eating fish and trying to grab at
the group as they unknowingly swam above. Scott quickly went over to
Javaneh, pointed to the sea floor and pulled her to the surface.
Nakita saw what Scott pointed at and swam up with them.
“Where
is Krysta? Where is Justin?” She stammered as she ripped off her
mask.
“Justin
is dead. One of them got him and a shark finished him,” he
confessed to the girls, “I don't know where Krysta is. I assumed
she was with you.”
“She
was! I thought she saw me go up! We have to go find her!” Nakita
yelled.
“Okay,
okay, we will go find her. Keep your voice down,” hissed Javaneh,
“take a deep breath and we can go look for her. No one leaves the
each other's eye sight. No one for no reason! If you see something
get everyone's attention! Masks on, let's go!”
On
the count of three the slipped on their masks and dove back down,
keeping a constant eye on each other. Quickly, Nakita spotted Krysta.
Scott, Nakita and Javaneh swam to her. Krysta was struggling to stay
above the zombies but they had her foot. She kicked and kicked them
but they nearly were taking her over. Spears in hand Scott and
Javaneh stabbed at the zombies to free Krysta while Nakita helped
pull her away. Once Krysta was free the four of them swam to the
surface. The four of them jumped into the boat and immediately Nakita
started ripping at the bottom of Krysta's suit.
“Stop!
Stop! I wasn't bit! I am fine! Where is my brother?” inquired
Krysta.
“Buscus
he's gone,” cried Nakita.
“He
is the reason we are here. No one saw the zombies below and Justin
was attacked first,” said Scott.
“What?
No! We have to go get him! We have to go save him!” screamed
Krysta.
After
calming her down and realizing what was going on below them they
decided to go home. When they were home, the four survivors created
the ultimate sea zombie fighting tools and returned to the
Mediterranean Sea. They dove back down to that sea floor and over
several days avenged Justin's death. Eventually all of the Atlantis
zombies were taken care of. As they sat on the beach remembering
Justin, they came to a realization.
“If
the zombies were down there, couldn't there be more?” asked Nakita.
“There
could be!” announce Javaneh. She was the history buff of the group
and knew of many legends of different cultures, “We could find El
Dorado or The Lost City of Z!”
“What
if the only reason zombies haven't taken over the world is because no
one can find these cities and the zombies aren't smart enough to get
out!” chimed in Nakita.
“We
need to find these lost cities and kill all of those horrible
creatures, for Justin and mankind alike,” said Krysta.
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