New fanfiction that really doesn’t feel like one…

A dear friend and I wrote a series of fan fictions that have more or less morphed into 99% originals, and I’d love it if you would check it out and leave a review! Thanks! Xoxo

 

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9436923/1/Come-Morning-Light

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Let’s Get Out Of This Country

The sun was beating down on me through the windshield of the vehicle and I could feel every bump of the railroad tracks through the seat as we passed over them on a hazy early summer afternoon. The longing to just leave, pick a new direction and hope to end up once again home rose thicker than the humid air. “Let’s go, just go.” I wanted to go home, hours away. 
 
My companion is sensible, too much so. “What will you wear? We have nothing packed.”
 
“We will go to the stores and buy new clothes,” I exclaimed. When we got home, everything would be bountiful. I liked the outfit I wore, a fuchsia shrug over a grey strappy sleeveless top and a lightweight black skirt that fell just below the knee, paired with studded stone ballerinas. My shoulder length black hair was swept up in a loose chignon and my eyes were concealed by an oversize vintage pair of sunglasses. I could not keep the tears from falling behind them, hoping my companion would not notice. 
 
“We could get packed. In an instant,” I appealed. I pointed a manicured finger toward the window. “I want to go east.”
 
We rode in an uneasy silence, unsure what to do. Sometimes the fulfillment of the heart’s deepest yearnings. 

 

50 Things I’ve Learned in 50 Years…..#14

Excellent insight.

mishunderstood

#14.  “I’d rather be taken advantage of once in awhile than have a closed heart.”

Random thoughts…

~When you give to another and they deceive you, it can hurt beyond words. The only thing worse is the nothingness you feel when you don’t give at all.

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~I honestly believe that to truly give, it has to leave you without something, at least for awhile. Something may be returned to you or it may not. It shouldn’t matter, if you gave for the right reasons.

~I was never a risk taker in my younger years. No way. I used my shyness as a wall. It protected me from disappointment, failure and rejection. Unfortunately, it also isolated me from life. It prevented me from finding out what COULD happen and what I could MAKE happen.  I eventually chipped away at the wall, taking the last of it out with some good swift kicks…

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