Gather ’round, it’s time for another simple story from Friday Fictioneers.
Her name was Scarlet.
I didn’t know that until today. I always knew her as Fayrah. She was a friend on World of Warcraft; one I’d lost touch with when I stopped playing so much. She was one of the sweetest people I talked with in that group, and I wish I had kept in contact with her.
She killed herself earlier this week. Continue reading
As mentioned (threatened?) before, Katie from Modern Mommy and I are doing joint Pinterest projects every week or so. We found one to agree on, and I broke out the sewing machine for the first time in… well… a really long time. Even though I’ve had this particular machine for nearly ten years, I don’t think I had ever actually used it before today. Clearly, that’s been fixed.
The first project tackled was a microwaveable muscle relaxer bag, in the shape of a cutesy little monster, from over at Tally’s Treasury. A quick trip to the fabric store (thanks for the gift card, mom-in-law!) and I was set with fabric, felt, thread and a crafty sensation deep in my gut.
…or maybe that was the peppers in my breakfast. I don’t know. Continue reading
I would really like this horrible head cold from hell to go away.
While sleeping for 12 hours (seriously, I was in bed at 8pm last night – earlier than Charlotte!) is lovely and luxurious, I have things I Need To Do. Continue reading
Today’s prompt: write about your favorite condiment, seasoning, or spice.
The Spice of Life
The first time, you’re taken unaware.
It is dancers spinning across the floor,
Skirts whirling, boots thumping.
Cold one second, and then
A firework of sparkle, dancing
In and out of consciousness. Continue reading
I have a gnarly headcold, so this one is a day late. Oops.
The prompt is “Alone in a hotel room, you hear music through a wall”.
I hear the strings
I wish they’d go
To bed, today. Continue reading
The prompt was simply “Seven.” Could be seven lines, seven words, seven stanzas, something that happened when you were seven, seven repeats… just seven.
The Summer of Seven
I was a child of seven
And I was invincible
On the pink and white bicycle.
Short-covered legs blistering
Against the plastic of
The pink banana seat,
Looking down the hill. Continue reading
I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. Instead, I make lists of goals. Resolutions are too easy to ignore; tiny promises left abandoned as the calendar turns. Goals give you something to work toward; something to look back upon when it’s all through and say “Hell yeah, I did that!”
So my goals, so far, for 2014.
(In no particular order) Continue reading