The Aisha Blackwell Chronicles-Book 2

Writing like crazy. With finally school being over, I've been struck by inspiration. And here is another excerpt of what's to come in The Aisha Blackwell Chronicles (Keep in mind that this might change as I go over things)

13 days from today…

Even though I knew how things would end…I could not presume to have ever foreseen the role we each was put to play. Despite it all, play it we did. We had to bequeath much of who we were in the process …we all lost something dear that can never be restored to its original state, for once it’s gone, it is lost forever. 

            These words became flesh as I looked upon all that I had lost. There it was. Or should I say, there she was? The pure, undulated ache of not being able to touch her nearly brought me down to my knees. Her presence alone was a force of nature; her soul shone bright enough to blind and burn. And still, m hands itched with wanting to reach out and take what was mine. But this was not the right time, I repeated to myself. She needed to have her moment, I knew that…and I was not selfish enough to take that away from her…but neither was I a martyr, so this would not be the end of us.       

But this is not how this story begins…for that, we have to go back…13 days so, to be exact. 

Working on Aisha Blackwell's Chronicles

This excerpt is subject to change as the writing process goes along, so try to keep it in mind.

“Have you ever noticed how hard it is to find a shadow in the night? I guess that’s why so many people are so obsessed with the idea of bringing things to the light…to the clear, so to speak.” 

“Come closer…if you dare.”

I forced down the laugh bubbling through me. Strange sensation that. So much have change in so little time that every now and then I had a hard time believing it myself. Screwing up my face, “Nah. I’ve already seen what you’ve got going on there and it is not that impressive; so when I refuse to come any closer is not out of cowardice but… out of lack of interest, really.” I finished with a shrug before turning around. Once I was sure to have his attention, because really, the heat of his look gave him away- I started to walk away from him. As if I didn’t find him threat enough to worry about giving him my back right after insulting him.  

He lunched for me and snaked his arms around my middle in a possessive vise grip that pushed the air out of my hungry lungs. Just like that. Would have been too much to ask for a war cry before the attack? I wished he had done so even more when a rather unbecoming yelp escaped my lips. We both stopped to acknowledge each other; in the way he had me, I had to look at him over my shoulder. Not that I was complaining much. I’ve been in worse situations. The things one endure…really. I was such a hopeless forgiving soul.

“What was that little sound?” He asked between laughs. “I bet I can make you do it again.” He waggle his eyebrows. 

I threw him a coy smile; just for that, he should have known I was up to no good. I guess this was one silver lining of being human like…keeping my emotions and thoughts to myself whenever I desired to do so. Like in this instance, for example. I didn’t want to admit he was using far too much force on my ribs; had the Atari been in working order, I wouldn’t have had a choice on the matter. I just didn’t want him to hold back with me…I wanted all of him for as long as I was able…before—

I forced my mind back to the present. For a second all my attention was captured and then enthralled by the alien feeling of my hands rubbing against Ashlan’s stubbles. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that. Not that I ever would…I knew this thing that was happening to me was not a permanent kind of thing. Patting his cheek, a bit to hard if we are going for the truth, “Oh, Ash. That little sound?” He nodded eagerly, mischief shinning in his eyes, “was just a diversion, so when I did this you didn’t see it coming.” I accommodated my body just right and put all my upper body strength into throwing him over my head.  He didn’t have a real chance to stop me since I was moving before the words were out of my mouth.  

He hit the ground with a grunt, “Why, you sneaky, devious, underhanded…” 

I waved him off, “Oh, shhhush it. Do you want to make me blush with your flattery?” Then with a mocking pout, “And not that I am about to instruct you on how to properly complement me, far be it from me, what you being the man and all that…but you should have stopped at the first one…they all mean the same, you know.”

He narrowed his eyes. 

Countdown of hotties with a body part II

Well, hello there. I know I have been lost but I do have to show up to work and get this--actually get some WORK done. Sometimes life is so effing unfair-sighs- and interferes with my dreams. So...where were we? Oh yes, I was discussing Kit Harington sexiness. I want to let something clear, he may be number ten on the list but it is not based on him being less sexy than the res...no, I put him there because he is well known by his role (Jon Snow) in Game of thrones. That being said, let's get down to business. Drums please....
Bill Skarsgard

“Pain was as much a part of this life as the summer and the winter and the rain, and there was no greater asshole than the one who believed you can cure it.” Quote from Hemlock Grove 

  So Netflix released an American Horror Thriller titled Hemlock Grove and one of the leading actors is none other than Bill Skarsgard (Roman Godfrey)...brother of Alex Skarsgard- imagine the christmas cards, ladies and boys who likes boys! The swedish twenty-two year old has plenty of acting experience to back him up....and a free spot for a girlfriend. Oh and did I mention he modeled for H&M   or that he has this great lips? 'Cause he does...Trust me...I am a fan.

             

Sure he is a "pretty boy", in south Korea he would be called a flower boy, but I figured he deserved a spot on the list. 

Once upon a time...

There was a time when words were magical; they might have as well been carried on the skin, like a brand, like a living tattoo, for their weight could drag you to the bottom of an ocean just like a rock around the neck.

This photo belongs to phatpuppyart. 

The ugly truth:

Some people shade their eyes and wax their ears against pejoratives used against them. To those I say, don't shy away from them. Acknowledge the truth behind it, I dare you to do so. For then those words can't be used to hurt you. They won't any longer know where to aim to hurt. Only you can't grant them the power they so relentlessly seek. You may not control their words or the actions that are thrown at you, but you most certainly can control how they make you feel and what you do with them...for you grant them meaning.

This photo belongs to Phatpuppyart. 

Something to think about:

If or when at a crucial crossroads, the decision that must be made does not strike you as difficult...if you don't even hesitate at the idea of what you are leaving behind, what you're ultimately giving up, the risk to come and what might actually happen if you go through with it, then, my dear friend, it can only mean that you are far from ready...either that or you have been living a life from the sidelines, a life that would not hurt if you were to lose it, and that is no life at all.

Open letter to a broken heart:

Open your ears and listen to what I've come here to tell. Wake up...that time has come. I beg you to reconsider. I want you to stop and wonder how it's going to be once you cross that threshold, for once in the other side, my love, I won't be anymore. I want you to wonder how it's going to be without me.

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