Writing Prompt #2

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Writing Prompt: Grandpa part 1

Great-grandpa Searcy
The first memory I have of my great-grandfather really isn’t  memory at all. I have been told this story a million times, so much I can “remember” it happening. I was one, shiny cloudless blue Missouri sky. It was summer, so around June or July. My great-grandfather, a survivor of D-day, was trimming branches off a big tree in our back yard (some people say he was actually mowing the lawn). I was up on the deck with mom, aunt and great-grandma.
The house sits half on a hill, and half not. The garage is under the house next to the basement, putting the deck six feet off the ground with a short landing to break up the stair climb. With a concrete slab at the bottom. The railing on top was red, and the slats were tan or a light brown color. Spaced far enough apart that a small human couldn’t fall through, but this day something went wrong.
I was a big grandpa’s girl and was crying because nobody would let me go down there and “help.” I must have shook the slats or something, because one came loose and I fell through. I don’t remember the fall or the sound of my skull cracking when I hit the ground but I can see grandpa appearing above me and picking me up.
That’s all I have been told. Except after I fell, great-grandfather put up lattice work in an attempt to stop further accidents. Years later, my great-grandfather is gone and the house belongs to someone else; but the porch is still there. The lattice work is gone and the porch had been painted yellow, but the boards are still the ones he placed there. No one had fixed the porch and you can see the bottom wood waiting for another accident.

#FindingFamily Chapter I

Chapter 1
The Eye looks daunting from the ground, it once inside it is beautiful. London unfolds before you, giving you a different view than those too scared to come aboard. The sun rising over the horizon is gorgeous from the top, I almost cry as the wheel begins its descent.
My vacation is off to a great start, I landed yesterday and caught up on sleep. I have ridden the Eye twice now and am looking for a coffee shop. I bump into a man, spilling coffee on his black silk shirt. “Shit! I’m sorry.” Quickly I grab napkins out of his hand to help clean up, then I look up. “Oh…my…god.” I feel the blood drain from my cheeks and my heart gallops into overdrive.
Smoldering blue eyes and a cheeky smile stare down at me as I’m frantically wiping off his torso, he takes my hands in his and I freeze. “It’s ok. I’m fine.” THE John Narrow man said slowly, and a tad loudly.
“Oh Shit!”
“What, is, your,name?”
“I-I-I am Chandler Forbes, Mr. Barrowman.” I stammer, my movie-star crush right in front of me and I can’t talk. I am an idiot.
“Sandra? Sorry, I’m working with a charity to help deaf people. I’ve gone deaf for a day.” His Scottish lilt is even, more memorizing in person.
Someone jostled me as the pedestrian light turned green. I took his arm, (why did I do that?), and walked him across the street. As we walked I pulled out my phone, and carefully typed “Do you need help getting around today?” He glanced at me curiously, and I quickly added, “I promise not to fan girl out or take fifty pictures. I just want to help.” Having a task to focus on was helping me regain my confidence and a little dignity I’ll admit.
“Sure if you’re not busy.” His grin lights up the sidewalk as I let him pull me to wherever our destination was going to be.
Back in the silence, my stupid brain started working again,John Barrowman is letting me help him around! Captain Jack Harkness is dragging me off on some adventure, this is amazing!” He may not be able to hear me right now, but I’m beyond thankful he can’t read my thoughts. I feel the blood warming my face again and know I just look crazy. There is a goofy grin plastered on that I can’t get rid of.
“Sandra, you have my permission to fangirl a little, I can’t hear your shrieking.”
That sobered me and I texted out my response, “It is Chandler Mr. Barrowman, and I’m ok. I’ll freak out on my own time.”
“Not a normal fan then.”
“Oh no, big fan of both voice and shows, but I also like to help those in need. Someone really should be helping you around.”
“It’s about experiencing a day in the life of a deaf person. They don’t always have someone to help.” He opened the door to a tall building for me.
It’s different, but I have a good friend back home that is blind. She gets around well on her own but it’s nice to have me around to help once in awhile. What floor?” We pause by a bank of elevators and he gently releases my hand to press the up button.
“Top. These guys you are about to meet can be a bit pushy so be careful ok?” he winked at me, we stepped inside and off we flew. I’m about to meet some bigwigs either in show business or the music industry, this so does not happen to girls from small Midwestern towns…with celebrities!
This vacation is going to be epic!

Tune in next week for Chapter Two

#Fanfiction

It doesn’t have a title, yet, but I have a fanfiction that has been running around my head for a while now, and won’t go away. I figured it is time to get it out.

All the fanfiction that I know about covers books or movies, never have I seen one strictly for a celebrity. So this might be a bit unconventional, possibly borderline stalkers, but who hasn’t had a crush on a star and fantasized about them? Granted they were probably smart enough not to mention it on their blogs.

I’m going to attempt to post a chapter a week, but may not always be able to post back to back, so apologies in advance, if for some reason you like it.

The question now is do I tell you who it is about or wait until I release chapter one?

It’s about a regular girl, Chandler Arizona Forbes, who takes time out of her vacation to help her celebrity crush when her life changes. She gets taken for a wild ride and earns a new family along the way.

Writing Prompt #I

What would you do if you woke up tomorrow back in the seventh grade, and all the past years between then was a dream?

If I woke up in 2002, I would first stop my two year psychotic crush on a teacher. No wait, I wouldn’t stop that, it lead to a great story idea in eighth grade for an English assignment. One thing I’ve learned from Doctor Who is changing the past can be good, but it can also change who we are now.

I would however it more effort into my health though. I allowing me to skip my three month stint in the hospital in 2009. It would also give me the opportunity to indulge in a guilty little secret of mine. Not many people, if any, know that I’ve always wanted to join one of the armed forces. Marines specifically, always liked the uniform and they are the best of the best. Great-grandfather was in the Army but Marines was always more appealing.

Let’s see…what else? I’d be nicer to a few people and practice the clarinet a bit more. Really I wouldn’t make any bigger changes because I would be too paranoid about how it would change my family, who seem happy with their current lives.

Writing News Pop In

Just popping in to say hi, “Hi.” My new book is coming out soon and I’m ecstatic. I’ve had some really good feedback from it and can’t wait to share it with everyone.

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Yesterday, I was recognized by a Facebook friend as an author for the first time.

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She is reading my first book, “Touchdown Interruption,” and saw a post on my page. It was so cool. Not that I need the validation or anything, I just thought it was AWESOME!

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I have three books in progress at the moment. The novella, “The Perfect Murder,” should be out soon. I’m hoping for next month or so, but not quite sure yet.

The Perfect Murder

A little taste of #TPM:

August 12, 2015
Missouri Board of Parole
1479 East Hendrickson Drive
Osceola, Missouri 64728

To Board Members,
The following comes from the office of Doctor Jade Monroe. Doctor Monroe works in accordance with Missouri State Penitentiary as a psychologist to inmates and officers. She has been working with inmates from Women’s State Penitentiary #301 in Osceola, Missouri for the past five years. During this time, she has made a few discoveries into the mind of criminals.
In the particular case of Inmate #2149857, Abigail Maxion. Doctor Monroe would like to provide the following notes from her sessions with Maxion. In light of her impending parole, Doctor Monroe would like to submit these for consideration against release.
During her sessions, Maxion has shown no remorse for the known murders and has led Doctor Monroe to be there maybe more. Doctor Monroe also believes, from the lack of remorse and unwillingness to reveal the other victims, that Abigail Maxion is not ready for release.
Doctor Monroe, wishes for her notes to be read before a decision is made.

Thank you for your time.

Dr. Jade Monroe Ph.d

Dr. Jade Monroe Ph.d

“The Price of War,” is an on going project that I am hoping to publish in December, but might have to push it back a bit. This book just doesn’t want to cooperate at the moment but it will be published!

The Price of War

The third book I’m working on has a title, but it is subject to change. I like the title but not sure about it. For right now it is called, “Crap…I’m a Vampire.” It’s still in the early stages, only four chapters so far.

Writer’s Block

Now that Camp NaNoWriMo I over and Naturally Luna is finally finished, I can start focusing on other projects. One in particular is giving me trouble. The Price of War is not coming along as well as I would like it to.

The Price of War

I had the idea for it years ago when I was crazy with my psycho ex and exploring my spiritual (or lack of) side. The story started coming to me easily and I was happy. The farther I dug into my relationship and past life, the more I was spewing ideas. Eventually everything went sideways when we started having weird experiences.

Call me crazy but I believe in past lives and that he of my past lives was lead during WWII. My ex boyfriend was my husband from that life, that inspired the book.

I have a few details mapped out and some written. I also have an idea of how I want the thing to go but since he broke my heart (again) all creative juices for that book has sputtered out. I still want to write it, as it is the closest to me, but my past life is no longer talking to me.

It sucks but when I was with the jerk I was so in tuned with the past life I had started dreaming in German, which I don’t speak well in this life, but completely understood it in my dreams. My vivid dreams took me to different key points and I saw how I died. Didn’t stick around long for that one though…I know my husband had been a high ranking officer in the SS and a few other details but everything in between is mush.

Being with my ex also tapped his past life and we often had the exact same dreams nights in a row. Now I get to whine that the muse is lost and I no longer wake up speaking fluent German! How am I supposed to finish the novel if I can’t think/remember what happened? It’s not like I can Google the whole thing as I’m missing important information…names. Anytime I get close to having the names, I’m distracted or it’s right on the tip of my tongue and won’t come.

School Poem: Homesick Seasons

Time passes on

The seasons have come and gone,

Yet my world remains the same.

Greens, blues and golds

Are my forever molds,

Despite Hawaii’s fame.

The ocean beats over and again

Reminding me of back then,

And the land for which I mourn.

Orange, reds and yellows

Cover the endless meadows

As fall dies and winter is born.

Life has no reason

When there is only one season

Living on a never changing hamster wheel.

Gone are my winter cold days

And the fall corn maze

How can one deal?

I am always asked

If paradise is masked,

How is life better on a rock?

After years of seasons changing

The monotony would stand for reasoning,

No change would be a mock.

Luaus and dancers replace

The friends from home base.

Leaving an aching heart’s wake.

Pining for home in paradise

Sets ones mind to ice

But your bed is what you make.