A Kiddy Moment

I pulled up the drive so excited to see my son, waving anxiously at him. I hadn't seen him all weekend and my heart swelled when he smiled at me. He saw me and jumped up and down, pointing at me. I couldn't hear him, but I knew what he was saying, "That's my mommy, my mommy's here." I put my hand on my heart. It touched me deeply. The teacher walked him to the the car, holding his hand. His heavy coat, a bit too big, and his backpack was more than likely weighted with clothing for me to wash. He waved, looked up at the teacher, repeating "my mommy's here" Then he tripped, falling to the ground almost pulling the teacher with him. I looked up over the steering wheel from my seat worriedly and he bounced back up. When the teacher opened the door, she said "well that's one heavy backpack Trenton."
His response: "Mommy guess what! I have your grinder. I took it from dad's." My cheeks burned and I laughed nervously. "Thanks hon." I smiled at his teacher whose expression was classic. She shut the door looking back at me in amazement. Gotta love it.

NIGHTWALK

It was an ordinary evening for Sarah, as she walked home from work, listening to her mp3 player. She smiled as her favorite song began to play and looked up at the full moon, letting out a huge sigh. She closed her eyes and inhaled the crisp evening air. She was jarred into reality when a pair of thick arms wrapped around her, dragging her across the field, into the tunnel that ran under the street. She screamed as he pushed her up against the wall, ripping her shirt. She struggled trying to free herself. He slammed his body against her and she gasped for air. “Help!” she screamed and his hand covered her mouth. She bit down hard, drawing blood. He yelped, shaking his hand. His fist connected with her eye. Her adrenaline hit the roof, as she continued to swing wildly, connecting with his jaw.

“Oh you wanna fight eh?” He threw her down on the ground, jumped on top of her. She was dazed fading in and out of consciousness. His fists landed hard on her mouth, then her cheek, the last blow catching her nose. She felt him tugging at the button on her jeans and tears slid down to her ears. She closed her eyes, wishing a way out of this when she heard him grunt. She slowly opened her eyes, unable to see out of her right eye, a tall figure held her assailant high up in the air. She watched him struggling in the arms of the stranger. She turned her head and saw in the shadow fangs protrude from his mouth and her eyes widened, turning her head to watch, in horror. Her arm went to her mouth to hold in the scream as he lunged at his neck. After a few minutes, her attacker dangled in his hands. She could feel every ache, as she scrambled to her feet and took off running. Not stopping until she arrived home.

She ran into the house, turned the lock on the steel door, slammed against it, and slid down onto the cold tile floor, covering her face with her hands, sobbing. She crawled along the floor in the dark, cringing at the excruciating pain pulsating in her knees. With the bathroom just a few feet away, she was determined to keep going. She pushed the door open, grabbed hold of the bathroom counter, pulled herself up, shutting the door behind her. She turned on the light, her hands flew up to her mouth, her eyes widened, not recognizing the woman in the mirror. Her sandy blond hair was tangled, drenched with blood. Her right eye was twice the size of her left one. She lightly ran a finger across her bruised lips, and dried blood crusted her nose. Her shirt, shredded beyond mending and her knees and arms were showing signs of bruising. She staggered back towards the wall, staring at herself in the mirror. “This can’t be happening. This is all a bad dream.”  

She didn't know where to hide, needing to figure it out quickly. Time was not on her side. She opened the bathroom door, supporting herself against the wall as she walked towards the bedroom. As quick as she could, she pulled off the ragged clothes, wincing and slipped into a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, found her car keys and headed for the garage. She opened the door that led to the garage, cautiously peering into the darkness. She walked as fast as she could towards the jeep wrangler, gritting her teeth at the agony that shot all through her body. She climbed in, started the jeep and opened the garage door. Her foot, positioned just above the gas pedal, ready to floor it. The garage door was halfway up, and she saw movement. Her heart raced and she threw the jeep in reverse. She screamed as the half man, half creature, jumped on the back of the jeep. She slammed on the brakes, and he tumbled off. She floored the pedal and the jeep raced away from the ranch. Glancing in the rear view mirror, she saw the creature gaining speed. "Unbelievable!" She raced ahead, but the curve that lay in front of her was a wicked one and she lost control of the jeep. It rolled over, throwing her out into the forest, leaving her dazed and barely breathing. She tried to move, but she couldn’t. A twig snapped and very slowly, she turned her head. He fell down on all fours, transforming into a wolf, and howled up at the full moon. The wolfman straddled her, his wet nose touched her cheek, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Please," she whispered. "Please, I want to live." She heard a yelp and her eyes flew open, watching the wolf fly backwards, crashing hard against the overgrown oak tree. A pair of dreamy golden eyes came into view, entrancing her. She couldn't look away from his mesmerizing eyes, all her fear fading away. She felt as if she were floating up into the air.

"Am I dying?"
"You are safe. Rest." Her eyelids felt heavy and she fell limp in his arms.

          

A Night of Dancing

After a long drawn out day of sorrow and acknowledgement of the definite truth, I realize it's time to unwind and get lost in an evening filled with music. I look in the mirror and nod with satisfaction, a devious smile crosses over my lips, as I take in my appearance. My makeup is applied delicately, enhancing my deep blue mesmerizing eyes. My long auburn hair is full of loose curls and I am wearing a strapless blue, gray, and white tie-dyed shirt with my tight fitted dark jeans, and a pair of black four inch heels.
I open the door and inhale the crisp evening air, closing my eyes for a brief moment, and then walk tall towards my car. Once inside, I crank up the music, singing loud, anxious to reach my destination; the club. A short journey later, I open the door to the club and hear the strumming of the guitar, the band is gearing up to play. A fog near the stage intensifies my mood and I see my group of friends. Along the way, I am roped to the side of my favorite strawberry blond, green eyed bartender. His muscular arms hold onto me, while telling me hello, trying to hold my attention. Tonight, was not his night. With quick understanding, he tells me to have a great night. I admit that was one desirable strong hug, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my neck, a light touch of his lips against my cheek, and then he releases me. I smile coyly, biting my lip, meeting his gaze for just a moment, as I look back over my shoulder, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks as I saunter towards my friends, twirling a strand of my hair.
I am halfway to the stage, standing next to my friends, exchanging hellos, how ya doin', it's been too long, etc. I lean into the bar, shouting rum and seven at the rugged dark haired dark eyed bartender. I feel a presence very close to me, and the violent strumming on the guitar strings begin. I close my eyes and smile as the band begins to play, the music flowing deep into my bones. I am ready to rock. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a very bright shirt. My eyes light up as I turn to see my favorite guitarist. He winks at me with a devious smile, and I turn away, giggling, like a lovestruck teenager, as he serenades me with his guitar. I turn back around and he's still there. I raise my head slightly, smiling provocatively at him as he walks towards me. My heart is racing as he approaches. "How ya doin'?" he asks in his Tony Soprano imitation, I can hardly breathe. I manage to respond, "I'm doin'." A confident nod from me, as I stick my thumbs in my pockets, leaning back slightly, giving him the sexy eye. He grins from ear to ear, watching me as he walks toward the stage, showing off a bit, but I like it. I dance with my friends, intoxicated with a dream, mixed with alcohol.
It's time for their break, I turn to see him walking in my direction and I wait anxiously. He takes my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor as Silent Lucidity begins to play and wraps his arms around my waist as I reach my hands up and around his neck. My fingers are now playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, as we talk about nothing, laughing as we dance. He dares me to go on stage, and I shake my head no. "Come on," he says looking into my eyes. My eyes travel down to look at his thick luscious lips, yearning to kiss them, but I resist. I shrug my shoulders and the song ends. I run back to my group, ready for more dancing.
I am not a bold person, usually but a dare is a dare and when the band came back on I contemplated for a moment, looking at him, and he nods. If it weren't for the liquid courage, I never would have done it. But it was exhilarating. I dance behind him, a rush of adrenaline pumping hard and I concentrate on only the music. He leans back towards me and says "I like you up here." I smile. I feel the cords under my heels, and I grab onto his arm, worried I may fall or unplug the equipment.
When I leave the stage, my friends are ecstatic and in denial that I had done it. I know the story shouldn't end here, but it does. I winked at him on my way out the door, not willing to risk him sweeping me off my feet any further, ready to relax into a cozy dream of him.

Salsa Nightmare

It was turning dark, when four year old Trenton and I began leaving the basketball court and walking home. As it became darker I realized we were being followed by two hispanic guys. One broad the other looked tiny compared to him yet they were both taller then I. We walked quickly making it to the garage and instead of shutting my garage, I invited danger in. I began cleaning out the garage and throwing the trash out in the dumpster when they walked up. I pulled Trenton behind me as the larger one moved forwward swinging his arm. I noticed something shiny in his hand but couldn't be sure what it was. My first thought was that it was a gun. I took a step back towards the door and then he held up a tupperware dish filled with salsa. His angry eyes bore into me as he peeled off the lid and began separating the jalepenos from the the salsa and dumping them onto the ground. I reached forward and yelled NO!

And then I woke up. Hmmm... I didn't realize the loss of my mother's homemade salsa could be so devasting.

Writing Test

I love to ramble about anything and everything. As long as I'm writing I feel complete. Writing is my addiction, along with the gymnasium. I do not care what I write about, as long as I write. I would love a challenge, one I might regret. Though, it would be nice to see if I could write a short story, no matter the subject, whatever one asks me to write. So if you have an idea, I'd like to try, the true test of a writer, and a way to stimulate my mind. Trust me, I have tons of creations imprisoned in my brain, but those ideas are secrets to my series I'm writing.

gymtime

I walk into the gym with my head held high, ready to jump on the elliptical machine, waiting for my friend to arrive. My legs hurt as I try to get them started, wishing I hadn't even began. As I continue it gets easier, my legs are warming up and I find myself adding more resistance. I look out the window, at the parking lot, watching out for my friend, as I listen to the morning news. Another brisk day lay ahead and I shiver just thinking about it. I am not one for the cold, I would much rather be the hibernating bear. My mind wanders off into adventures of vampires, creating another idea to add to my series. Yes, I wake up thinking about vampires and it continues around the clock and into my dreams.
I see a coat fall onto the floor, I jump slightly, giggling, my workout buddy has arrived. We catch up on the events of the night before and plan out the day that lies ahead of us. Sometimes a bit of venting, but normally I'm just throwing ideas out about the books or my writing assignments. Poor girl has to listen to me fall into a world of make-believe, as if I were still in grade school, yet the hour passes quickly. I am heated and perspiring, elated to be finished, dreaming of nothing but a shower as we walk towards the doors, agreeing to meet for lunch.

Going to the gym is never a challenge for me. I love feeling alert, awake and ready to tackle the day with a positive outlook.

Horoscopes

Have you ever realized that when you read your horoscope, it can be so true for what you were feeling yesterday? If not, you're the lucky one. I read mine daily just to see if it will ever catch up with today, but it doesn't. Sadly, I continue to read hoping for what? I don't know hope that I'm having a five star day. Yeah, they are entertaining, which is what they are meant to be. I can't wait for one to say, put the pen down and jump on a plane to New York today. They want your book, and they want it bad. Hahaha... One day, one day. Sigh...

Bringing in the New Year

It's the last night for the Christmas tree to shine it's red and silver as this is the final evening of the year. Cleaning and organizing for the big bash, hoping to bring in the new year with a sparkling counter top and shiny floors. The aroma of cinnamon fills the air and the party favors are being dispersed. A horn in one hand, a glass of champagne in the other. The children running around banging on pots with long handled silver spoons excited to have a plastic champagne flute filled with Sparkling cider, heading their way. Up passed bedtime and all sugared up dancing and singing as the adults converse watching the clock waiting for the countdown. The television displays the crowd in New York that wait anxiously for the ball to drop. A loud boom and a few pops in the darkened street as the fireworks announce the countdown is near.

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Happy New Year!

A mother and her child exchange cheers, touching their glasses, as the clanking sound fills the room in unison. Everyone shouting, wrapping arms around each other, pulling them in tight, kissing to the New Year's song. The children being swooped into a parents arms, dancing and laughing, hugging and screaming, I love you and Happy New Year. Cell phones and telephones ringing off the hook, billions of text messages delayed, yet will arrive sometime in the night. At the close of the morning, resolutions being tossed around with a promise to start fresh, as they yawn and find a place to rest their head.

Goodnight, or shall I say good morning.

New Year Resolution

Welcome to the New Year!

I have thought long, and yet not long enough about the New Years Resolution I should make. Here is what I came up with: Why make one I cannot follow? Yes, we all try very hard to make a resolution to keep up with, so here's my suggestion: Make a few simple ones.

I'm making a "To do" list. I'm going to attach it to the mirror on my dresser and see what I can mark off for the day. For example, Organize my closet. Whatever order it is on my list, that will be the day I do it. So, if everything works out right, all my resolutions should be done in February. What a to do list right!

I suggest it for the sake of feeling accomplished. So maybe then that's my resolution. To feel accomplished. I think that sitting down and making that list, adding on when I have a new task, could keep my resolution alive for an entire year. I will once again be that organized gal I once was if I continue to do this.

So, cheers to the resolution of 2010!