Make a Wish

Her pace through the park was slow and unintentional in her direction. Her sullen state reflected in the weather. The grey cotton of her sweater started to darken as the spattering rain began to be absorbed. On a regular sun-filled day, this vivid park would be alive with people jogging, families picnicing, dogs playing fetch. But, on this dreary day, she was the only soul on site. She was skipping school again, because she was more advanced than her grade, but she hadn’t talked to anyone about that. It was only one more thing she would be made fun of for. She sat on the curved edge of the plain fountain wall in the center of the park. Her body started to shiver, being all wrapped up in her now wet clothes. As she placed her hands in her pockets, one hand found a coin. She pulled out a quarter. Old with wear and some dirt on it. She rubbed at it to get a better read. ‘1944’.

” The 40’s. It probably would’ve been cool to live back then.” She surmised, and tossed it over her shoulder, “Probably better than today.”

The decades old coin made a plop into the water just as the wind started to pick up. She pulled her arms tighter around her as her shivers increased, but her hood flew back and released her raven black hair to the control of the now raging wind. The trees bent and swayed dangerously. The rain downpoured, causing more meyhem. She could hardly open her eyes as she shielded her face with her arms while the storm ripped through the park. It was so strong, she could barely lift herself from the fountain’s wall. She peeked through squinting lids, only to see a huge gust of torrential rain and the wind pushing with so much force. It had come out of nowhere. It hit her head on and pushed her backwards into the fountain. As she fell, it was almost like slow motion. The water parted as she fell through, but she continued to fall all the way through. And then she was gone. The wind and rain had stopped and the park was completely empty.

Too occupied to know how much time had passed, she came sputtering out of the fountain. Sopping wet in the heat of the sun. Not to mention, people staring at her. People who were dressed funny.

Are they filming a movie or something? She questioned to herself. But, then she noticed the cars on the street driving past were all classics, the buildings across the street were different. Newer looking.

She stumbled out of the fountain to a man sitting on a park bench, involved in the daily newspaper.

“Uh…excuse me? Could I borrow your newspaper for a minute?” She asked, dripping at his side.

“Sure thing. But, if you want to go for a swim, next time you shoud head to the beach, miss.” He suggested, as he handed her the paper from which he had been reading.

As soon as it was in her hand, she zeroed in on the front page.

“1944?!” She exclaimed, because she knew something was off. She had just time traveled to 1944.

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What’s in a name?

“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet.” – Juliet – Romeo & Juliet – Shakespeare

 

He had the same name as one of her ex boyfriends. She hoped with all her heart that he wasn’t anything like the old one. She and the new one had only just met the other week and they’d been talking ever since. And they were great and lengthy conversations. But, why should a name bother her so much? He did spell it differently after all. Though, she knew whenever she said his name that old, even painful memories would arise. Maybe, hopefully, the more they got to know each other, that would all outweigh the fact of the same name. And the old one would be forgotten.

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Black Butterflies

She felt so nauseous. That feeling of it just sitting in the middle of her throat, waiting to come up with anything she tried to eat. She didn’t know how she was going to enjoy dinner on a first date if she had no appetite. She really didn’t want to order salad. She wanted to order a burger and be who she really was, but her appetite (or lack there of) seemed to have something else in mind. She was nervous, worried and excited all at the same time. This was the first date in ages that she was going on. She was finally getting out there again to meet someone new. Would he genuinely like her? Happy butterflies were great. But, she hated these ones. They didn’t flutter around, they ate her up inside. These were black butterflies.

The bus came to her stop as she made her way to the door. She stepped out onto the downtown curb, into the snowy air. There he was, smartly dressed in a grey peacoat and nice dark blue jeans. His hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. She couldn’t help but smile back (even if it was mostly out of nervousness). “Well, here goes.”, she said to herself. Took a deep breath and made her way to him.

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Book Review: Clockwise by Elle Strauss

A girl who travels back in time uncontrollably and accidentally take her high school crush along for the ride.

This is definitely teen fiction. I usually am interested in this type of fiction, but this was almost too young for me. It seemed slow throughout the book except for the last five or so chapter, where it sped so fast, it ended before I knew it. And how it eneded was too abrupt. I understand that it is a series, but I’m not a fan of how everything happens so fast at the very end. And just ended literally with “The End”. If you didn’t know there were other books you might be left wondering a few things that were touched on so briefly, you probably wouldn’t recognize that it may be foreshadowing for the next book. It was very lacking in my opinion.

Full Moon Melody

The moon lit the night sky like a beacon with the stars twinkling farther in the distance, mirrored the bevy of sea-life gathering. Each one distinct in its own way, yet similar. As the force lured them to the surface, the ocean began to tumble forcefully. Like all the others, the last one was drawn to the surface. But, unlike the others, she tried to resist. She knew it was wrong, but the force was undeniable. Her scales, the deep blue color of the sea, now reflected the light of the moon as she neared the surface, though her majestic kelp green hair still camouflaged her mythical appearance. The raging sea a force from the King was a trial for all as they surfaced, ready for the ritual. She tread the water with effort, maneuvering her tail to try to steady herself as much as possible. And there it was! The sacrifice! The old ship careened towards them, to it’s death. And so, it was time. In unison the tribe let out a most melodious, but intoxicating sound. The Call was so mesmerizing to the two-walkers that they were meant to be the sacrifice everytime. With all her strength, she pulled away and somehow, unbeknownst to anyone, she surged into a wave and let it take her under, just as the ship cracked upon the nearby rocks, that had been invisible in the darkness. Under the chaos above, there was chaos below. The tribe had been released from the binding spell, and a frenzy of all fleeing the scene. Through the crowd, she could see the disaster spreading apart the ship piece by piece. Wood, masts, canons and wreckage of all manner. Including the two-walker, just like the one still alive, staring right at her.

 

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The Ice Temple

Leaping from edge to edge, jumping over crevasses, shuffling along the wall of ice and stone was terrifying. Any wrong move or slip and she would fall into the emptiness below to her death. Her ice axe strapped to her utility belt for quick and easy access. Yes, it was terrifying, but it was exciting at the same time. Every now and then she would see an artifact that revealed she was going the right way. A tarnished old bell, or an intricate statue. She was close. The ice beneath her fingers and boots tried many times to prevent her entry, but she pursued. The stone archway was just ahead. So gorgeous. The bright paintings preserved in the sub zero temperature. But caught gazing too long at the masterpiece, she lost her balance and fell, sliding down a looping passageway like a waterslide. She shot through the air at the end and landed on a square of ice which broke with the force of speed and her weight, submerging her into the painful icy water. Her heavy clothes and struggling pulled her under. She fished around her waist for the ice axe. Finally grabbing hold of the aluminum shaft, she raised it above the surface and swung it hard into the closest piece of bordering ice. It wedged secure and she pulled herself upward with all her strength. She heaved herself up and out of the water and rolled out of what had been a water source for the ancient civilization, and onto the brick floor beyond. She coughed the cold water from her lungs. Shivering and teeth chattering, she rolled onto her hands and knees. She looked up. There it was. The ancient temple she had been searching for. So grandiose in a cold, secluded cave. It wasn’t over yet. The artifact was somewhere inside. And she was going to find it. Expecting traps of all kinds, she told herself, “Watch you step.”.

 

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Adulting

Adulting was scary. And hard. There were plenty of days when she didn’t want to adult. Like today. She wanted to go on strike, stay in bed for hours and maybe even binge-watch some Game of Thrones or Outlander. Seal herself away from the world and just be selfish for a day. Procrastinate on everything. But, then that almost scared her even more. If she procrastinated, any longer than she already had, it would all blow up in her face. She’d never be able to finish school if she lagged on serious studying and then she wouldn’t get into the field of work she wanted to, thus resulting in no home of her own, no car of her own, not even a dog of her own. And all the adventuresome things she had wanted to check off her bucket-list would just be left with an empty box beside it. So, no, she wouldn’t give up. She would work hard for her accomplishments. To live a life that was fully lived.

 

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Silver Lining

The marbled moon, a wayward teacup poured out illumination, reflected jaggedly in the frigid water below. The silence of the night was deafening and the chill of the winter wind bit sharp at any tenderness. The hibernation of most animals underway. Others, in a survival – of – the – fittest world. All stars hidden behind darkness as snow would soon blanket the land. But death would soon relent and the golden globe would rise and fill the world with light and hope. It is always darkest before the dawn. And when dawn comes, a new life begins.

 

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Ladies Night

It had been too long. She needed to have fun. Dinner and dancing girls night was what was on order. She had dressed in those leather leggings and a white crochet blouse that accentuated her petite frame and her favourite red pumps. Tonight, she was doing this for her. She needed to let loose. With a precise cat eye, neutral lip and her wavy hair flowing in all its glory, she was ready to have some much needed fun.

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Rolling Hills and Rolling Thunder

The rolling green hills surrounded her. The wind pulled in the dark heavy clouds, making the landscape greyish and drab. Her raven hair whipped around, tossed by the strengthening wind. She was alone in the field save for one full oak tree not far from her. The encroaching clouds were suddenly lit up by a streak of lightning. The rain, with no warning started to pelt her face. This was not good. Trouble was brewing and she had a job to do. The line of the trees was far off, but she had to make it there. Thunder rumbled the earth and shook her to her soul. Lightning immediately responded by striking that lone tree. Instantly a section of the tree fell away and it all ignited. A fireball that would cause those hunters to come looking this way. She needed to leave now, or they would catch her. She pushed herself forward. Limping from the injury, but she ignored it as best she could. She quickened her pace and limped all the faster, grimacing as the pain shot through her leg all the more. The treeline neared slowly, but she heard a shout of alarm behind her. The bounty hunters would be on her in no time.

 

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