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January 29, 2013
Glass Frost Teaser
Fairies by ~Eilish on deviantART
Bianca slapped her neck. She hissed as the stinging sensation spread over her skin. Something had whizzed past her and survived.
“What was that?” Bianca asked.
“What was what?” Ming asked.
“That was the third time something flew past me. Always the same spot, too. Mosquitoes don’t do that,” she said.
“Hmph. We’re getting close,” Terrance said.
“Close?” she echoed.
“To the Fairy Realm. The fairies are playing with you. Harmless really, at least for now,” Prince Ferdinand said.
Upon closer inspection Bianca saw a few glowing specks in the distance. She squinted, but her near sightedness prevented her from seeing anything else. She made sure that Terrance or Ferdinand weren’t looking at her. She snuck her hand into the saddle bag and pulled out her glasses. Very quickly she slipped them on and studied her surroundings.
“Wow,” she whispered. She waved at Ming who turned to Bianca and gave her a puzzled look. “Up in the trees.”
A female fairy peeked at Bianca from behind a yellow maple leaf. She was the color of a pale pink rose. She giggled and then flew away. A few more fairies buzzed around them and then vanished into the trees.
© Liz DeJesus 2013
January 27, 2013
Writing Prompt
© Liz DeJesus 2013
Writing prompt for today. What time period do you think this doll belongs in? Who did she belong to? Tell me about her owner. Is she still a young girl? Or is she much older, reminiscing about better days? Or is the doll haunted? You can also write the story from the dolls perspective. Talk about what the doll has seen. There are a lot things you can do with this image. Have fun!
Dream Cast
Not who I originally imagined as Rose but I love, LOVE Felicia Day. So I would love for her to play the part of Rose Frost (Bianca's mother).
Felicia Day Speedpainting by ~BloodRedFullMoon on deviantART
Felicia Day Speedpainting by ~BloodRedFullMoon on deviantART
January 26, 2013
Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion ~ A review
AMAZING. Simply, amazing. I'm not into zombies at all. But with the trailer for the movie playing everywhere I go I was curious enough to give the book a try. I really wish there were more than five stars to give this book. Just amazing. The characters will stay with me long after I've finished this book. And I heard that there's a prequel AND a sequel. I can't wait. :D Isaac Marion is an amazing writer. Wow...just...wow.5 out of 5 stars Seriously...go buy this book already
Bookmarks
For some reason I couldn't download the pictures I took onto LJ. So I used my cellphone to take these pics.
If you'd like a free bookmark, please email me at lizdejesus23@yahoo.com :D
If you'd like a free bookmark, please email me at lizdejesus23@yahoo.com :D
Shattered Frost
Wonderland Deconstructed by ~yveline on deviantART
queen of hearts. by *Senju-HiMe on deviantART
19301 / 50000 words. 39% done!
Also, got some new bookmarks. I will post pics later. But if you would like some let me know. :)
Writing Prompt
© Liz DeJesus 2013
Write a page or two talking about the person looking at the hydrangeas. Is that water on the petals? Are they tears? If so why are they crying? Talk about what happened to them on that particular day.
Note:The first one was fun...so I figured I'd try another one (got positive responses to the first writing prompt on my facebook page)
January 25, 2013
Guest Blog Post ~ SS Hampton Sr.
Belated Happy New Year!
Well, 2012 is over and we’re going full speed into 2013. In the daily rush of early 21st century life marked by various milestones, it’s sometimes hard to catch one’s breath. For example, for a society that marks the passage of time by milestones, an important one is looming on the horizon: Valentine’s Day!
Like everything else, secular and non-secular, this means big business. Okay, no argument there. Everyone needs to earn a living. But let’s step back for a moment and take a deep breath.
Forget the commercialism—forget the advertisements that tell us how what we buy will make our loved ones happy. Forget that love isn’t measured by dollars spent (the rich and famous excepted, of course). Remember that maybe love is measured by simple things that make us and our loved ones happy, as an expression of our love for one another.
Maybe it’s an evening stroll, hand in hand, through the neighborhood. Or maybe down to a little pub—not a noisy sports bar—for a quiet, leisurely drink. Maybe it’s something simple like presenting a red rose to your loved one. Maybe it’s stopping on the way home to pick up a favorite treat, whether orange sherbert ice cream, or orange cupcakes. Or even, for crying out loud, lovers drifting off to sleep with the soles of their feet and their butt cheeks pressed against the other’s feet and butt cheeks. (Ah, excuse me, but married people can still be lovers, can’t they?)
You know, I serve in the Army National Guard and was deployed 2006-2007 to northern Kuwait, a mile south of the Iraqi border. Our Soldiers went north every day, escorting supply convoys into Iraq. One of my additional duties was being a Mail Clerk for our company. There was always a lot of mail coming in, especially during the holidays. Thanksgiving and Christmas—hoo boy, tons of mail! But the biggest crush was during Valentine’s.
For those of you who have never deployed to a combat zone—imagine tired, dirty Soldiers returning from a mission late at night. Maybe nothing happened. Maybe an IED narrowly missed their gun truck, or perhaps they fought a gun battle with insurgents. Mail call hours are over. But they stop at the Company HQ, drop their heavy Kevlar helmets, body armour, pouches heavy with loaded ammunition magazines, and stack their weapons. And someone comes to our tents, and apologetically asks if one of us might check the mail locker. No groans, nothing said about procedures or hours—we get dressed and go do it.
Excited smiles light up the faces of those who receive letters and care packages. There’s even a real twinkle in their eyes! Some will wait to open their mail in their tents, while others will sit on the porch and read the letters and cards that someone took the time to write. Sometimes a
Soldier opens his package, and then he and a buddy or two dig through it to pick out favorite treats.
So, just in case, deployed or not, you’re in the mood to start thinking about love and Valentine’s Day, I highly recommend three songs. “The Look of Love” was written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David, and recorded by Dusty Springfield in 1967 (www.youtube.com/watch?v=a28kY1-s-Vc)—a wonderful, melodic song. The definitive version of “Love is Blue” was recorded by Paul Mauriat in 1967; however, a vocal version was recorded by Claudine Longet ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4PNT2oTxVk ). Finally, “Love Changes Everything” was written by Andrew Lloyd Webber for the 1990 Broadway play, “Aspects of Love.” Sarah Brightman is one of my favorite singers, so I especially enjoy this song when she sings it ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUgMNS18bGA ).
In my opinion all of these are very good for slow dances (I don’t dance, I have absolutely no rhythm). Anyway, life is too short to waste. It may not be Valentine’s Day yet, but so what? Start acting like every day is Valentine’s Day!
BLURB: While on much-needed R& leave from Iraq, Corporal Ronnie Edson enjoyed a night with a beautiful woman. He thought that would be the end of it, but on the flight back to Iraq he sees an impossible sight: the woman dancing on the wing of the plane. She’s come for him, and she won’t leave without him.
EXCERPT: A yellowish glow flared in the living darkness like a newborn sun; the hiss and sputtering of the flickering glow sounded like the background static of the prehistoric universe.
The soft footsteps of an enraptured, puzzled voyeur emerged from a darkness that pulsed with hidden life, desires, needs, and temptations.A nude woman sat on a silk-cushioned bench in front of a large, dark vanity table and ignored the silent voyeur. Her long blonde hair with purplish highlights fell to the small of her back. She looked into the central mirror and a pair of movable side mirrors that were shaped like Gothic cathedral windows. By each side mirror, a candelabra with a trio of tall scented candles bathed her pale flesh in their soft glow.
She felt his eyes studying her as she applied, with slow measured strokes, black and red eye shadow to her upper eyelids, and under her eyes; at the outer corner of her eyes the eye shadow narrowed to a point, like Minoan or Egyptian eye decoration on wall paintings. Her blue, almond shaped eyes were brighter than a cloudless sky at high noon. Black eyeliner highlighted the brightness of her eyes while mascara deepened the blackness of her eyelashes.
Her deep blue eyes blinked once as she looked into the Gothic mirrors and caught a glimpse of the silent man. She listened to the murmuring shadows in the mirrors, while an even deeper, sensual darkness, like a black satin ribbon, twisted around the unsuspecting man and flowed through him.
A hint of a smile came to her face as she shifted on the silk cushion and lazily ran a red fingernail along a length of her dark thigh high stockings. She sensed his growing lust for her. Her hand trailed up her hip to a garter belt decorated with ruffled silk, then across a topless black and red velvet and lace corset. Her seductive smile deepened as she peered into the Gothic mirror at the man, now shrouded within the ghostly, satiny ribbon.
She applied dark lip liner to her full lips, followed by blood red lipstick. The young woman paused and chose a brush that sparkled in the candlelight. She carefully applied gold glitter to her eyebrows...Purchase your copy today!
Well, 2012 is over and we’re going full speed into 2013. In the daily rush of early 21st century life marked by various milestones, it’s sometimes hard to catch one’s breath. For example, for a society that marks the passage of time by milestones, an important one is looming on the horizon: Valentine’s Day!
Like everything else, secular and non-secular, this means big business. Okay, no argument there. Everyone needs to earn a living. But let’s step back for a moment and take a deep breath.
Forget the commercialism—forget the advertisements that tell us how what we buy will make our loved ones happy. Forget that love isn’t measured by dollars spent (the rich and famous excepted, of course). Remember that maybe love is measured by simple things that make us and our loved ones happy, as an expression of our love for one another.
Maybe it’s an evening stroll, hand in hand, through the neighborhood. Or maybe down to a little pub—not a noisy sports bar—for a quiet, leisurely drink. Maybe it’s something simple like presenting a red rose to your loved one. Maybe it’s stopping on the way home to pick up a favorite treat, whether orange sherbert ice cream, or orange cupcakes. Or even, for crying out loud, lovers drifting off to sleep with the soles of their feet and their butt cheeks pressed against the other’s feet and butt cheeks. (Ah, excuse me, but married people can still be lovers, can’t they?)
You know, I serve in the Army National Guard and was deployed 2006-2007 to northern Kuwait, a mile south of the Iraqi border. Our Soldiers went north every day, escorting supply convoys into Iraq. One of my additional duties was being a Mail Clerk for our company. There was always a lot of mail coming in, especially during the holidays. Thanksgiving and Christmas—hoo boy, tons of mail! But the biggest crush was during Valentine’s.
For those of you who have never deployed to a combat zone—imagine tired, dirty Soldiers returning from a mission late at night. Maybe nothing happened. Maybe an IED narrowly missed their gun truck, or perhaps they fought a gun battle with insurgents. Mail call hours are over. But they stop at the Company HQ, drop their heavy Kevlar helmets, body armour, pouches heavy with loaded ammunition magazines, and stack their weapons. And someone comes to our tents, and apologetically asks if one of us might check the mail locker. No groans, nothing said about procedures or hours—we get dressed and go do it.
Excited smiles light up the faces of those who receive letters and care packages. There’s even a real twinkle in their eyes! Some will wait to open their mail in their tents, while others will sit on the porch and read the letters and cards that someone took the time to write. Sometimes a
Soldier opens his package, and then he and a buddy or two dig through it to pick out favorite treats.
So, just in case, deployed or not, you’re in the mood to start thinking about love and Valentine’s Day, I highly recommend three songs. “The Look of Love” was written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David, and recorded by Dusty Springfield in 1967 (www.youtube.com/watch?v=a28kY1-s-Vc)—a wonderful, melodic song. The definitive version of “Love is Blue” was recorded by Paul Mauriat in 1967; however, a vocal version was recorded by Claudine Longet ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4PNT2oTxVk ). Finally, “Love Changes Everything” was written by Andrew Lloyd Webber for the 1990 Broadway play, “Aspects of Love.” Sarah Brightman is one of my favorite singers, so I especially enjoy this song when she sings it ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUgMNS18bGA ).
In my opinion all of these are very good for slow dances (I don’t dance, I have absolutely no rhythm). Anyway, life is too short to waste. It may not be Valentine’s Day yet, but so what? Start acting like every day is Valentine’s Day!
BLURB: While on much-needed R& leave from Iraq, Corporal Ronnie Edson enjoyed a night with a beautiful woman. He thought that would be the end of it, but on the flight back to Iraq he sees an impossible sight: the woman dancing on the wing of the plane. She’s come for him, and she won’t leave without him.
EXCERPT: A yellowish glow flared in the living darkness like a newborn sun; the hiss and sputtering of the flickering glow sounded like the background static of the prehistoric universe.
The soft footsteps of an enraptured, puzzled voyeur emerged from a darkness that pulsed with hidden life, desires, needs, and temptations.A nude woman sat on a silk-cushioned bench in front of a large, dark vanity table and ignored the silent voyeur. Her long blonde hair with purplish highlights fell to the small of her back. She looked into the central mirror and a pair of movable side mirrors that were shaped like Gothic cathedral windows. By each side mirror, a candelabra with a trio of tall scented candles bathed her pale flesh in their soft glow.
She felt his eyes studying her as she applied, with slow measured strokes, black and red eye shadow to her upper eyelids, and under her eyes; at the outer corner of her eyes the eye shadow narrowed to a point, like Minoan or Egyptian eye decoration on wall paintings. Her blue, almond shaped eyes were brighter than a cloudless sky at high noon. Black eyeliner highlighted the brightness of her eyes while mascara deepened the blackness of her eyelashes.
Her deep blue eyes blinked once as she looked into the Gothic mirrors and caught a glimpse of the silent man. She listened to the murmuring shadows in the mirrors, while an even deeper, sensual darkness, like a black satin ribbon, twisted around the unsuspecting man and flowed through him.
A hint of a smile came to her face as she shifted on the silk cushion and lazily ran a red fingernail along a length of her dark thigh high stockings. She sensed his growing lust for her. Her hand trailed up her hip to a garter belt decorated with ruffled silk, then across a topless black and red velvet and lace corset. Her seductive smile deepened as she peered into the Gothic mirror at the man, now shrouded within the ghostly, satiny ribbon.
She applied dark lip liner to her full lips, followed by blood red lipstick. The young woman paused and chose a brush that sparkled in the candlelight. She carefully applied gold glitter to her eyebrows...Purchase your copy today!
January 24, 2013
Writing Prompt
So I figured I'd try something fun and see where it goes. Here's a picture I took a long time ago. Try and write a page or two about who lives behind this door. What is this person like? What is the inside of the house like? What do you see? Smell? Hear?
© Liz DeJesus 2013
© Liz DeJesus 2013
