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Throwback Thursday Part 1 (Seven Years Old)
I dreamt of wondrous imagination.
Wore my mom’s special blanket
To keep away dark shadows and demons.
It’s my special shield.
It made me feel superhuman.
I could take it everywhere.
That’s my own rule--
As a kid.
I look up to movies and shows
That fill up my imagination.
I was ready for action and excitement,
All thanks to my little mind.
I even thought elegant dresses
Would turn me into a princess.
I ignore the world’s opinion.
I was in my own little world.
My own world was my oyster.
I made monsters come to life.
My family and friends would smile,
Whenever I smile.
They always love my imagination.
I was the kid--
Who would never worry.
That was me--
When I was seven years old.
Wore my mom’s special blanket
To keep away dark shadows and demons.
It’s my special shield.
It made me feel superhuman.
I could take it everywhere.
That’s my own rule--
As a kid.
I look up to movies and shows
That fill up my imagination.
I was ready for action and excitement,
All thanks to my little mind.
I even thought elegant dresses
Would turn me into a princess.
I ignore the world’s opinion.
I was in my own little world.
My own world was my oyster.
I made monsters come to life.
My family and friends would smile,
Whenever I smile.
They always love my imagination.
I was the kid--
Who would never worry.
That was me--
When I was seven years old.
Throwback Thursday Part 2 (Seventeen Years Old)
Thought everything would be perfect.
Thought my imaginations would last.
The world has shunned me
With alcohol and sex.
I’ve lost my innocence,
And my bond with people.
I’m no longer a part of them.
All this time,
I thought people appreciate me.
Now everything’s a lie to me.
I can never tell which one’s good,
Or which one is nasty.
I’ve lost society’s trust.
I’m no longer a conformity,
But I am on my own.
I’m no longer on my own race,
But I keep my own heritage alive.
I stay away from the world,
So I won’t be like them.
The only thing that is left unshattered.
Unharmed.
The only thing that remains---
It's my own world,
Even though I'm seventeen years old.
Thought my imaginations would last.
The world has shunned me
With alcohol and sex.
I’ve lost my innocence,
And my bond with people.
I’m no longer a part of them.
All this time,
I thought people appreciate me.
Now everything’s a lie to me.
I can never tell which one’s good,
Or which one is nasty.
I’ve lost society’s trust.
I’m no longer a conformity,
But I am on my own.
I’m no longer on my own race,
But I keep my own heritage alive.
I stay away from the world,
So I won’t be like them.
The only thing that is left unshattered.
Unharmed.
The only thing that remains---
It's my own world,
Even though I'm seventeen years old.
My Next Book and Current
I've been working on my next novel. What can I say? I have a lot of imagination and I can never stop. But anyway, it'll take time for me to write the novel.
In the meantime, you can check out my current novel, The White Sirens I'll give you the description if you guys don't have time to check out my book.
Description: "It has been two years since twenty-two-year-old Eliza Thorne went to prison. Now she is let out into the world and tries to make a change. Though, Eliza has no idea where to start. After she is out of prison, she attempts to find a job to pay for her rent while making a fresh start of her life. Unfortunately, it has gotten to rocky start, when Eliza takes care of her old neighborhood friend's five-year-old daughter, Kayla. Then, she encounters her high school friend Anthony, who is a police officer. After Eliza stood up to the waitress' abusive boyfriend and catches a man running down the street with a pedestrian's purse, she is hired to work with the police. And who will assist her? Her boss, Chief Johnson, assigns Anthony to be Eliza's aid. Because of Eliza's criminal history and her impressive fighting skills, the chief of police thinks that Eliza can help with the cases. It has gotten to a good start when she solves her first case until an incident happens. Her neighborhood friend Cadence goes unconscious, which Eliza needs to track down the culprit. Apparently, three girls, including Cadence, have been raped but Cadence has survived. Though, how long will her friend live? One, big case can help Eliza's redemption from her family and friends.
In the novel White Sirens, Eliza must redeem herself, as she faces her own past, discovers love and loyalty, and what her past unravels while solving a mystery."
Available on Amazon in ebook. https://www.amazon.com/White-Sirens-S...
In the meantime, you can check out my current novel, The White Sirens I'll give you the description if you guys don't have time to check out my book.
Description: "It has been two years since twenty-two-year-old Eliza Thorne went to prison. Now she is let out into the world and tries to make a change. Though, Eliza has no idea where to start. After she is out of prison, she attempts to find a job to pay for her rent while making a fresh start of her life. Unfortunately, it has gotten to rocky start, when Eliza takes care of her old neighborhood friend's five-year-old daughter, Kayla. Then, she encounters her high school friend Anthony, who is a police officer. After Eliza stood up to the waitress' abusive boyfriend and catches a man running down the street with a pedestrian's purse, she is hired to work with the police. And who will assist her? Her boss, Chief Johnson, assigns Anthony to be Eliza's aid. Because of Eliza's criminal history and her impressive fighting skills, the chief of police thinks that Eliza can help with the cases. It has gotten to a good start when she solves her first case until an incident happens. Her neighborhood friend Cadence goes unconscious, which Eliza needs to track down the culprit. Apparently, three girls, including Cadence, have been raped but Cadence has survived. Though, how long will her friend live? One, big case can help Eliza's redemption from her family and friends.
In the novel White Sirens, Eliza must redeem herself, as she faces her own past, discovers love and loyalty, and what her past unravels while solving a mystery."
Available on Amazon in ebook. https://www.amazon.com/White-Sirens-S...
Message in the Bottle
I could never forget the day that I went to the beach. Relaxing, yes. But the experience that I had at the beach was something that I’d never expected.
On a hot summer Tuesday morning, I would’ve been grumpy, but no. I was on a summer vacation with me, myself, and I. To make it simple for you, I was alone in paradise which was great.
Anyway, I was enjoying the summer breeze, my brown hair with blonde highlights flow through it, while mocha brown skin exposed to the sun’s rays. To make it even more relaxing, I walked towards the low tides, where the sand was moist; it felt cold under my feet. Then, I gasped when the tide came, collided with my ankles and feet. I shivered from the cold water, but I slowly relaxed when I got used to it. The salt water soaked the hem of my blue dress with bohemian designs which didn’t bother me.
I was too distracted by my surroundings, until something hard-- not too hard-- hit my ankle. I glanced down at my feet to see a bottle was there. As the tides recede, I picked up the bottle and inspected it. Through the clear blue, glass container, a piece of paper was rolled into a scroll to fit inside the two liter bottle.
I removed the cork from the bottle and shook the message of it which landed on the palm of my hand. The paper was yellowish orange, and it felt crisp when I touched it with my fingers. Looking at the corner of the paper, I read, "August 8, 1969." No wonder why it appeared to be old and a little frail. So I read further, and it said:
Dear Reader,
I was lost before, but not anymore. I have officially found my peace in the world. So what is the point of writing this letter to you when I don’t don’t want to be rescued? Well, I thought maybe one day, this message would pass on. My name is Harry Spiegel (yes, my last name is funny) and I was a fisherman. I was fishing with a few men in my crew, whom I don’t even know and don’t get along until we had to face a terrible storm. Luckily, I have survived, but not my men. At first, I panicked. I was stranded in the icy sea, not knowing what to do. But then, I found a group of family who has come to my rescue and took me in. They taught me hunting and how to survive in the cold. Plus, they showed me the beauty of their native home, Alaska. And because I've enjoyed my stay in Alaska, I’ve forgotten my old home.But, you know, I didn't gain anything from my old home. I was never happy and felt distant from my society. Now I am since I've decided to stay with the family in Alaska. The best part is that I got to marry the love of my life, whose related to the family that I’m living with. I guess what I’m trying to say is that life can give you unexpected situations. For me, it happened in a good way. And another thing that I’ve learned is that when you found your happy place, you have to appreciate what’s around you. So I’m glad that I’ve come to Alaska in the first place. I wouldn’t be happy, spending time on materialistic stuff and not be free from society. Hopefully, you, the reader, has managed to get a hold of this letter and understand it. Now it’s time for me to get with my family.
Sincerely,
Harry Spiegel
After reading the message, I’ve come back to reality where I was still surrounded by water, sand, and hot air. This letter was intriguing. And just like Harry, I tried to appreciate the beauty that’s around me.
Placing the message back inside the bottle, I put in my pale pink purse that is strapped around my shoulder before I walked through the sandy beach to enjoy this moment.
(My old writing teacher and fellow author gave me this interesting writing exercise. Since she did it for her writing class, my teacher suggested that I should try it as well. Hope you guys have enjoyed it).
On a hot summer Tuesday morning, I would’ve been grumpy, but no. I was on a summer vacation with me, myself, and I. To make it simple for you, I was alone in paradise which was great.
Anyway, I was enjoying the summer breeze, my brown hair with blonde highlights flow through it, while mocha brown skin exposed to the sun’s rays. To make it even more relaxing, I walked towards the low tides, where the sand was moist; it felt cold under my feet. Then, I gasped when the tide came, collided with my ankles and feet. I shivered from the cold water, but I slowly relaxed when I got used to it. The salt water soaked the hem of my blue dress with bohemian designs which didn’t bother me.
I was too distracted by my surroundings, until something hard-- not too hard-- hit my ankle. I glanced down at my feet to see a bottle was there. As the tides recede, I picked up the bottle and inspected it. Through the clear blue, glass container, a piece of paper was rolled into a scroll to fit inside the two liter bottle.
I removed the cork from the bottle and shook the message of it which landed on the palm of my hand. The paper was yellowish orange, and it felt crisp when I touched it with my fingers. Looking at the corner of the paper, I read, "August 8, 1969." No wonder why it appeared to be old and a little frail. So I read further, and it said:
Dear Reader,
I was lost before, but not anymore. I have officially found my peace in the world. So what is the point of writing this letter to you when I don’t don’t want to be rescued? Well, I thought maybe one day, this message would pass on. My name is Harry Spiegel (yes, my last name is funny) and I was a fisherman. I was fishing with a few men in my crew, whom I don’t even know and don’t get along until we had to face a terrible storm. Luckily, I have survived, but not my men. At first, I panicked. I was stranded in the icy sea, not knowing what to do. But then, I found a group of family who has come to my rescue and took me in. They taught me hunting and how to survive in the cold. Plus, they showed me the beauty of their native home, Alaska. And because I've enjoyed my stay in Alaska, I’ve forgotten my old home.But, you know, I didn't gain anything from my old home. I was never happy and felt distant from my society. Now I am since I've decided to stay with the family in Alaska. The best part is that I got to marry the love of my life, whose related to the family that I’m living with. I guess what I’m trying to say is that life can give you unexpected situations. For me, it happened in a good way. And another thing that I’ve learned is that when you found your happy place, you have to appreciate what’s around you. So I’m glad that I’ve come to Alaska in the first place. I wouldn’t be happy, spending time on materialistic stuff and not be free from society. Hopefully, you, the reader, has managed to get a hold of this letter and understand it. Now it’s time for me to get with my family.
Sincerely,
Harry Spiegel
After reading the message, I’ve come back to reality where I was still surrounded by water, sand, and hot air. This letter was intriguing. And just like Harry, I tried to appreciate the beauty that’s around me.
Placing the message back inside the bottle, I put in my pale pink purse that is strapped around my shoulder before I walked through the sandy beach to enjoy this moment.
(My old writing teacher and fellow author gave me this interesting writing exercise. Since she did it for her writing class, my teacher suggested that I should try it as well. Hope you guys have enjoyed it).
Moonlight Dream
The moon's light
Kisses my skin,
As I moan softly
While I close my eyes in desire.
The purple sky
Illuminates the ocean,
Where I'm floating by a raft.
Then the breeze,
Hit lightly on my hair,
My white silk dress
Pressed against my bodice.
Before I knew,
The breeze caress my ear
With soft touch.
Mt mind goes blank
When I'm being pleasured by my fantasy.
"Take me," I breathe.
"Love me and don't let me go."
So my body relaxed
Against the dream's hold,
As time went endless
And the moonlight dream
Went on for eternity.
(I'm embarassed to share my poem to you guys, considerimg that I don't do a lot of romantic poems that sounds erotic. But since I haven't post a lot of poems or short stories, I thought I should so. I hope you like it. Oh, and be sure to check out my book that is on sale until April 19th! The White Sirens is available on amazon in ebook version).
Kisses my skin,
As I moan softly
While I close my eyes in desire.
The purple sky
Illuminates the ocean,
Where I'm floating by a raft.
Then the breeze,
Hit lightly on my hair,
My white silk dress
Pressed against my bodice.
Before I knew,
The breeze caress my ear
With soft touch.
Mt mind goes blank
When I'm being pleasured by my fantasy.
"Take me," I breathe.
"Love me and don't let me go."
So my body relaxed
Against the dream's hold,
As time went endless
And the moonlight dream
Went on for eternity.
(I'm embarassed to share my poem to you guys, considerimg that I don't do a lot of romantic poems that sounds erotic. But since I haven't post a lot of poems or short stories, I thought I should so. I hope you like it. Oh, and be sure to check out my book that is on sale until April 19th! The White Sirens is available on amazon in ebook version).
