Days bring different Thought Patterns

    Writers write, for Short stories come easy,  the simple fact its all they know. I write for the fact its an escape into an alternate reality. Poetry at the times of emotion. Novels are more so the form of living another persons life. There is so much to offer and see when it comes to writing. Some authors travel to see different lands, others remain to see life from the outside. Still many live in a box and just hold the instincts that go along with massive imagination. I am neither of these, at least I don't sense I am anything, other than a dreamer that writes what I feel like at that particular time.

     The only issue I have with writing, is writing a true story about my life. I would have to make it fictional in some way, just because of the pain I don't want associated in the pristine life I have now. As well as drudging up memories that are better left buried. Still there is so much I have lived through to tell tales about that it would be a best seller in some way shape or form. Its still just a blockade I have yet to find a way over or around. A work in progress for the most part.

      Time has come again to remember when I first started this trek into the art of writing. To me it is an art-form, that most walk away from. I keep going back, I continue to be pestered to do what I should have done so long ago. Now its as good a time as any to get published, yet there are still questions in my own mind as to where to start, or how to begin. No longer having the option to walk away In a sense today is the day. Finishing one to send out, but what if someone says no way not good enough, then how will I react? this is but one of the many questions I ponder as I add more to the novel at hand. I will post a teaser here but that is all I can do, anything more and it won't have a chance to sell. So here goes nothing.

Better Off

You're always right

I'm always wrong,

Its no wonder we didn't get along.

The time has passed, we've both moved on,

Looking back, I was right all along.

Now your sorry, what once was yours

Is no longer your worry.

The heartaches and pain were far too many.

To trust and love is harder than anything

To know fear, is to try and love again.

You turned me cold, now I see the old.

How we were, and it leads me to wonder,

Why I didn't leave sooner.

Reality

Only time can tell

When life will start going well.

In favor and not unpleasant,

Smooth instead of coarse,

The fact there is history

leaves little enjoyment for me.

The pain I set apart

Resides deep within my heart.

With no sign of parting now,

Nothing to answer how.

It's all too real, the burdens I feel.

Did we matter to you?The years you blew.

Was it worth it?

Now the time has come, I'm moving on.

Not leaving my heart in a song.

I need to get as far as I can,

From the tortures when you pretend.

I'm standing up for my love,

Putting the pieces back together, and rise above.

Looking to find my forever,

In the arms of another.

Random Thoughts of Hurtful Contemplation

Broken and weak,

Beaten and meek.

Sad and alone,

With no one to hold.

Tortured and insecure,

Loving, but not pure.

When one’s alone,

It’s a bond they wish to hold.

To re-marry

Means to move on fully.

The Princess Perils Volume One: Story one of Clara and Gaia

            Once upon a time, long, long ago, there lived a young princess named Clara. She was the king’s only daughter and a favorite of all the towns’ people. Her mother was a well-known white witch, very pretty and helpful with herbs and spells.

            Clara was born on the eve of a Summer solstice, with eyes that glistened like the sun upon the oceans’ surface, and long sandy brown hair. She was the prettiest around for miles, which drew attention from all directions, to include the wrong attention from an evil enchantress.

            The enchantress spent most of her time watching Clara as she did her daily routines. She woke in the morning, and brushed her hair one hundred times. Then washed her face with soap her mother made from green tea and chamomile. Then Clara would quickly dress and race to the dining hall to join her parents for fresh cider and biscuits. 

            After watching Clara do the same things every morning, the enchantress developed a plan to take her out, and place herself in the fame and honor of Princess. The hair that adorned Clara’s head was that of magic. She took such good care of it that it was blessed. ‘Maybe if I wear her hair as a wig people will think I am her.’ To the enchantress, it was well worth a shot. She waited for Princess Clara to return from her morning meal with her parents, and cloaked herself as a servant-maid to sneak up behind the princess and snatch her. She thought she had the perfect spell to get the job done. The first thing the enchantress did was grabbing a handful of that powerful beautiful hair she pulled it. Caught off guard, Clara couldn’t think to scream for help.  With harsh words, and a vow to never have to hear her melodious voice sing to her mirror again, nor see her face everywhere she looks, the enchantress cast a spell and turned Clara into a tiny frog.

            Now, Clara being of the blood she was wasn’t turned into just any frog. She placed her hands on top of her head to feel nothing. She realized then that her beauty was in fact gone, along with the magic blessing placed upon her hair. She still couldn’t muster the necessary energy to scream out loud, so she hopped up to the windowsill and began to cry. The evil enchantress explained very briefly and cynically, “ Your beauty and happiness are enough to make me puke. You my dear shall never see your nineteenth birthday, or your betrothed husband to be. I am going to take your place with a wig of your hair to disguise me, I will remain in the castle as you, and you shall spend the rest of your days as a bald frog, just as ugly as the pigs in the mud.” After lavishing the essence of success, the enchantress quickly disappeared in a billow of black smoke.

            With no other options in sight, Clara jumped from leaf to leaf down the climbing rose bush her father had planted outside her window for her ninth birthday. When she reached the ground, she looked up at the room that held her life, and sulked away in dismay. In a sense she was ruined, but she didn’t have to leave the castle grounds. She remembered the herb garden her amazing mother had planted behind the castle that had a fresh water pond in the very center. Clara quickly convinced herself that she would be safer there, than here in the open, and quickly hopped away. She figured she could survive near the water until she could figure out how to stop the enchantress in her own game.

            Once Clara finally arrived at the pond, the moon was rising and the sun was setting. It was that magical time of day that her mother always told her about as she was growing up. The point where the polarities of both astral beings were even and balanced to perfection. Her mother always said that any magical purpose was more potent at this time of day. As she thought back on how much she had truly learned from her mother, she gently stuck her back foot in the water and started to gracefully trace circles.  Everything just seemed surreal to her. She should be perched on a stool next to a soft fire glowing in the hearth listening to her mother sing her magical hymns, Instead she is alone, suffering and confused. Looking at her own reflection in the water was a sudden reminder of her new hideousness, and life as a frog.  Her lost beauty and admiration was the least of her worries, she missed her long sandy colored hair. As she mulled this great loss over in her mind, the tears filled her eyes and softly began to fall upon the earth beneath her. 

            “ Hey, who are you and what are you doing here?” Startled she turned to see whom or what was speaking to a frog. In a gush of relief, she was staring into the vivid emerald eyes of her sandy colored cat Gaia.

            “Oh Gaia, its terrible, so much has happened just this very morning, and now I’m bald, tiny, green and most definitely the nastiest creature in the kingdom.”

            “Princess?” In the back of her mind she knew losing that wondrous hair meant she had lost her life. Gaia wished there was a quick way to fix the bind her loving princess was in, but seeing what the enchantress was capable of first hand, it was a fleeting need.

            “ I miss my brush, and my room. Oh, this is the worst thing that could happen to a princess, set to be wed in a week.” Slowly she bowed her tiny green head and began to sob heavily.

            “ Oh, my dear princess, I vow to you, I will find a way to rescue you and bring you back to your family.” As she spoke, the emotional pain from Clara was ringing in her hears and heart. Cats are more than familiars; they are one of the most empathic creatures in the world. At times registering as both a blessing and a curse.

            “ I’m afraid, I have never been in this situation, and I have always had other people around.”

            “ Your not alone princess. I am here as I always have been; you cared for me when I was a lost kitten starving and alone. You were the one that nursed me back to health, and I’ve remained with you since. I may now be able to return the favor.”

            “You were very much scared, hungry and alone Gaia. Aside from your fur being the same soft magical color my hair was, it was fated in the stars that we found one another.”

            “ Rest now princess, I will return tomorrow, I know your mother has various berries planted on the far side of this pond. Please eat something, go for a swim, I will be right here at the same time tomorrow.” Gaia sauntered away leaving Clara alone to fend for herself for the first time ever.

            As the sun completely set, Clara made her way to the berry patch Gaia had mentioned. She carefully chose the small tender blueberries, filled her small belly and went to sleep.

            In the castle, Gaia moved swiftly from room to room looking for the evil enchantress. When she came to the secret corridor attached to Clara’s room, she could hear talking and harsh laughter. Sure enough, it was the one she intended to find. Gaia stopped just outside the door to listen; the evil woman was talking to who she assumed was Rumplestiltskin on her two-way magical mirror.

            The evil little man chided and giggled at the misfortune that had befallen the kingdom, and at the hands of an evil and ugly enchantress.  Gaia figured if she sat long enough quietly still, she might be able to save Clara.

            “ Ha-ha that beautiful girl didn’t see it coming either.”

            “ You my dear homely one are a true evil inspiration.”

            “Oh, please Rumple my dear, you have your fair share of inspiring feats within this realm.”

            “Nevaeh, its always a pleasure bantering with you. By the way, did you leave any loop-holes for her to be saved by anybody that cares to?”

            “Not a chance, unless someone can giver her a wig small enough to fit her ugly frog head. Which has to be the same color as her magical locks she once had. In itself the feat is nearly impossible!”

            “Well done enchantress, well done.” Gaia wiggled with glee, finally she knew how to break the spell, and she herself could do it, Her fur as Clara had mentioned, was the exact same color as her hair had been. This was her chance to pay back the love and kindness Clara had shown her so many moons ago.  The only task now, was to get out of here before that evil thing found her. The stars only knew what she would do to a helpless cat. Gaia shuddered just thinking about it.

            After dinner, some late night hunting around the castle, Gaia settled down to nap until she could go to help Clara, the true princess in this kingdom. Oh the anticipation of saving her family from the grips of someone so evil eased her mind and excited her bones, tomorrow was going to be the grandest day ever.

            The sun arose casting a glittering light across the pond. Clara got up, shook the sleep from her head and stretched, her tiny frog belly growled slightly. Clara realized the onset of her growing hunger. She picked and nibbled a couple berries. It wasn’t normal for her to not brush her beautiful hair gazing into the water she began to cry.

            At that point Gaia came bounding up unexpectedly early. She looked to Clara like she was just hit with the best news ever.

            “Clara, princess Clara, I couldn’t wait, I can save you and our kingdom.”

            “ How? Wait. What?”

            “Clara, I am the only one that has your exact hair color, all we have to do is make you a wig to break the spell.”

            “ That easy? What happens to the enchantress?”

            “Her spell is all that is holding her here in your place. She wears a wig of your magical hair, and has the court convinced she is you. When you look at her with it on, she is you to everyone but herself.”

            “So I get my hair back, I change, she goes away for good? That simple?”

            “That simple princess.”

            Gaia started chewing at her fur until he had enough collected to make a wig for Clara. Using fresh bees wax, she formed the hair around the frog’s head and began to shed tears herself.

            “Gaia, what’s wrong my dear?”

            “You are the best owner I could have found, and I am going to miss being able to talk to you.”

            “Oh Gaia, I will still talk to you. Our bond is just strengthened, where our essence and magic are shared.”

            “I love you princess Clara.” Just like that where the green frog was, stood princess Clara in all her former beauty. She scooped up Gaia, and ran through the yard into the castle. It was time to reclaim what was rightfully hers, her life.

            “ Mother, father.” She called with glee, “I’m home.” She ran into the great throne room to find her parents astonished and confused. The one they believed to be their wonderful daughter this whole time, was now a small fuzzy grey mouse running circles in their daughter’s chair.

            “Who are you?” Her father spoke in billows. “Clara?”

            “Yes, daddy its me.”

            “Then what is that in your chair?”

            Clara looked down at Gaia squirming with all her might to get free from Clara’s loving grasp.

            “Gaia’s next snack.” Clara giggled as her cat jumped from her arms to pounce in what was left of the evil enchantress. Once gulp, and the mouse in question was history.

            Clara spent the next few days explaining the whole situation to her folks, answering questions her mother knew only she would know. Once her parents were convinced that it truly was their flower, they were overjoyed. Great celebrations broke out across the land. Their true princess had returned.

            Three days later, her nineteenth birthday came around, the princess had reached her point of growing, and was soon destined to become queen, but her tales aren’t over yet. It takes a lot of effort to keep a princess safe after all, with all this magic around her, and befalling her own hands.

            The End.

The start of a New Step in Life

I am the kind of writer, that never looks at my work as "good" or "artistic" enough for publishing purposes. So I tend to give up half way through a novel, or ghost writing articles. As you can tell,  this blog is a big step for me. I am going to post some things here for followers to read and leave comments to both help and compliment things I have done if they so choose. I am working on children's fiction as well as some adult pieces. So discretion through my posts from parents and other adults is recommended. If the title says its ok or sounds like its for the kids, then trust me, it probably is. If the title sounds abrupt, corrupt, or scary its not for children of any age. So use your own judgement on my writing, and enjoy accordingly.

So a bit about me, I have a wonderful daughter, and another daughter on the way. They are my inspiration and my drive to succeed, instead of giving up so easily. I am going to work to make them proud. I want to have something they can come back to as they grow, and say proudly, " My mom wrote this. We are so proud." I have put a lot of work into things in the past and now its time to finish the things I started and see where they can take me as well as my family. So here's to pursuing dreams, and holding on for the ride. 

I am a writer of mixed fiction, I have written things such as articles for various venues, ghost written for a living. As well as short stories in fiction and erotica. I have some children's things that I will be posting as well as poetry I am very proud of. All written and copyrighted by me. I guess there are some things that I should be proud of myself for, but I have written for fun.

My blog isn't intended just for random story pieces, but random thoughts as well, to help my followers see into the depths of my mind and where the ideas come from. So back to my initial warning, parents read first and then decide if its appropriate for your children to read or hear. So here it is and please enjoy, leave comments as you can. I will be posting daily, at times more often than not. Random Writing for the World to Read.