01 August 2014

A shout out to my friends and family.

When I started this project I did it mostly for me. I wanted to write, write, write and get everything out of my head. I have been told I have a knack for telling stories and I figured forcing myself to write everyday would be a good way to expand my writing. I have to give all of the credit to my friends and family for supporting me because I now have something I truly love. I have one request. If you read all my stories please tell me. (Also if I have a spelling/grammar mistake too because I don't always have time to edit my stories.) When I publish my stories I would like to give printed credit to my devoted followers. I know a few who read my stories (Grandma Janis, Kelley Hunt and Grandpa Al) but I would like to know who reads and what you all think. Thank you everyone for supporting me and helping me create an even deeper love for writing.


30 July 2014

The Necklace

When her mother died, Alice wasn't sure how she would get through it. Her mother was her everything. Her father had passed in the war before she was born so it had always been just Alice and her mother. After her mother was laid to rest, she would visit the grave at least once a week to bring new flowers and be close to her mother. One day, as she approached the grave, she noticed a necklace sitting on top of the tombstone. It was a half heart from a best friends charm. Alice had seen this necklace in her mother's jewelry box but is said “Best” on it whereas this half said “Friends”. She looked around and couldn't see anyone who may have left it. She touched the necklace and went on with her routine at her mother's grave. Several hours went by when Alice noticed a woman walking slowly towards her and assumed she was a visitor of another grave so she looked away for the woman's privacy.

“Alice?” asked the woman. Alice was a little shocked. The woman knew her name but she had never seen this woman before.

“Yes, I am Alice. How can I help you?” Alice responded.

“I am so happy to finally be able to meet you as an adult. I grew up across the street from your mother when we were very little girls. We were inseparable for so any years. I was at her house when she found out about you and when she was told about your father. When you were about four I had to move to Europe where my parents were because my mother fell ill. I was never able to come back because I had developed a life and family there but when I heard about my best friend dying I decided it was time to come home,” replied the woman.

“Thank you so much for visiting. May I ask who you are?”

“Oh I am so sorry dear! I should have started off with that. My name is Alice also,” smiled the woman.

“You're Alice?! You're my mother's Alice?” Alice was in shock. She had grown up on stories of her mother's life with her best friend, her namesake, Alice. She felt like she knew her even though she has no memory of her, “My mother talked about you all the time! I can't believe you're here.”

The two women spent the evening talking about the woman that brought them together. They talked about the good and the bad. They talked until it was time for the graveyard to close.

“I want you to have this necklace,” said the older Alice, “your mother was the closest person to me and I am so heartbroken she is gone.”

“Thank you,” was all the younger Alice could say. She would never forget meeting the familiar stranger who helped her through her loss.

31 July 2014

My Heart

It sits deep within my chest
But is that its only home?
My heart lies outside of me
In the form of others.
My pamplemousse,
Who made my empty heart feel whole.
My Pookie who inspires me daily
And is making me an auntie!
My Boobi who is very good
At dealing with my bad side.
My Super Ninja who makes me laugh
And makes me feel like a good grown up.
I have these people who share my life,
They bring happiness and joy,
Even sharing a few tears.
Life is so much easier
Knowing my heart is safe and loved,
Inside and out.


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