Reflecting On 2016

I’ve been quite absent here the past week or so. Last week was a total madhouse of things going on with the holiday season. The week before Christmas is the final and worst Hell Week when you work retail. Since I had my own things I had to finish to be ready for the holiday on top of working I was going non-stop and a lot slipped my mind, like blog posts. I hardly slept last week with the final rush of things.

(I know I’ve said something similar to this before but roughly ten hours of sleep in a matter of three days is not recommended. I crashed for about 18 hours after that little doozy of a nightmare.)

Things have finally begun to quiet down now that it’s over. At least, work has quieted down from the chicken without a head rushing, there’s still lots to do though. Home life, on the other hand, has not taken the memo to quiet down this week. After putting in two weeks of overtime, I somehow managed to score four days off this week and I was so looking forward to it because this introvert needs about three weeks of calm to realign after the last several weeks before she has to hit another two or three weeks of madness due to inventory.

Unfortunately that calm has not worked out.

Monday into Tuesday morning was my sleep for about 18 hours spell. Tuesday was my first day off (other than Christmas, I didn’t exactly count Christmas as off since there was still no relaxing about it) and I had completely planned for it to be a “fuck it all” kind of day where I was simply going to just sit around and relax finally. I didn’t care if I got anything done or not, and I was not planning to go anywhere.

Right off the bat that got screwed because I had to go out to finish an errand that I couldn’t do on Monday since the post office was closed the day after Christmas, and of course, other people wanted me to do things that day. I said no. The relaxation also got a little cancelled by a bummed out and irritated mood thanks to certain events. Thankfully, by the end of the night I was pretty alright though.

Wednesday I worked and upon getting home I began to hear the news about the company All Romance eBooks closing its doors at the end of the year quite abruptly without warning and basically screwing over its authors and publishers. It gave me a mini heart attack because for a moment I couldn’t remember if my publisher for Embermyst had used them or not. I got lucky, but many others haven’t, and just hearing about it is making me reel and shaking me off center a little.

Now Thursday into today has pretty much been an irritating hell in which nothing has gone to plan thanks to uncontrollable circumstances that don’t even involve me but end up effecting me. I even had off today and, yeah, nothing has gotten done.

At this point, all I’m praying for to whichever god or goddess will hear me is that the rest of this night goes more calmly and that tomorrow mellows out into a good day since I’m again off. Tomorrow better be a good day because it’ll be the first time I get to spend one on one time with someone I hardly see. I don’t want anything to ruin it, not the slightest hitch. You hear me, universe? Not one hitch. No ifs, ands, or buts. That’s my one and only warning. I need something good to end this nightmare year on.

Speaking of this nightmare year, it’s just about over. I think a lot of people are saying “fucking finally” and will be jumping for joy when this year ends tomorrow, or they’ll be flicking off the ball as it drops. Myself included. There have been a few good spots to 2016 but there’s also been a lot of bad that has left a shadow of darkness hanging over this year forever. I honestly believe it will be a year that goes down in history as one nobody ever wants to speak of again.

As I sit here with six candles to light my room, my diffuser running with a blend of essential oils to try to ease my stress and relax, and a CD of hammer dulcimer instruments playing softly, I can’t help but look back on 2016. (Can you tell I was meditating before I began this post?)

A lot has happened this year, and a lot also hasn’t happened this year. Some things were amazing, others were horrific. Some things were half started and never finished, others were never began, and others still were huge accomplishments. It has certainly been a royal roller coaster of a year, and not just for me but for a lot of the world.

The world was rocked by terrorist attacks on Paris. Outrage flew out over the Pulse shootings in Florida. The world reeled at the results of the US Presidential Election. So many influential and amazing actors/actresses, singers, songwriters, producers, and authors passed away this year. DAPL’s heinous acts have gotten little media coverage and left many people outraged by greed and fighting back with the risk to their lives by this point. The Zika virus outbreak caused much panic in women and over the Olympic games. Let’s face it, no one was happy where the Olympic games took place either.

There were spots of light amongst the darkness though.

Thanks to the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge of oh so long ago, the gene responsible for the disease has been identified, giving us new ground to work toward an effective treatment. Scientists learned how to link robotic arms with the part of the brain linked to intent so that they may use them just as we use our own limbs, just by doing. Endangered species’ numbers are growing, like tigers, and pandas, and manatees. World crime is still declining — even if it doesn’t seem like it after this year. A bank firm paid the college tuition for children of employees killed in 9/11. After the Pulse shootings, the Orlando Shakespeare Festival showed up at the funeral for the victims with angel wings to block the view of anti-gay protestors from the proceedings. The world of Harry Potter has not ended with a new book and movie out.

2016 has seemed bleak and despairing, but if we only look at the bad, we will never see the bits of good that have bloomed out of the darkness against all odds either.

The world has seen its massive ups and downs this year, that much is for sure, but what about for me?

With the year ending tomorrow I have found myself reflecting back on the goals I had for this year. Some I had actually completed, others I tried but didn’t quite get very far. A few fell through, and still 2016 held a couple surprises.

Does anyone remember what my goals were? (No cheating by clicking on the link. Lol) Well, I suppose I’d be surprised if ya’ll remembered what my goals were. Somehow I managed to remember them, maybe because I wrote them all down in a nice little journal entry at the beginning of the year.

And ’tis the season to take a walk down memory lane from the whole year so I might as well start walking to see what I accomplished — or didn’t accomplish — this year. Care to join me?

THE GOALS

Write Consistently
I suppose my only resolution of this year was to simply write consistently instead of my jumping around in writing this month and doing nothing the next month and so forth. Unfortunately, I still failed pretty miserably at that resolution. I need more discipline to make it work. Something I’m not at all good at.

However, this was the first year I successfully managed a win for NaNoWriMo in November, so I call that an accomplishment. (I tried for it in 2015 too but I had computer issues that rendered me unable to do it.)

After three NaNo sessions working on Fated to Darkness and my short story Embermyst, at the very least I wrote 156,792 words this year. And that doesn’t even include all my Shards of Imagination flash fiction writing or any other writing I did in non-NaNo months. So it’s safe to say I did at least write over 200k this year. (It’d be pretty cool to see what the actual number was if I could ever figure it out.)

*Couple minutes later*

Okay, I did part of the math. If I add in all the words I wrote for Shards of Imagination, I get 203, 177 words. That doesn’t include any of the little bits of writing I did on Fated to Darkness in non-NaNo months so I am definitely over 200k for the year. I wish that number was higher, and I wish I could know just how much I wrote, but I’m not sure I could figure it out exactly. Well… Maybe if I went back through my email to find where I kept leaving off in writing I could get pretty darn close to the exact number. As cool as it’d be to find out I’m not going to try. The 203k also doesn’t include any editing or rewriting I did on Embermyst either.

That’s still a lot of words though.

Re-edit Rivers of Black
This had been one of my “dammit do it already” goals for 2016. I’ve been meaning to re-edit this story for quite some time because I believe it will get some better reads on Wattpad if I clean it up more. (I wrote it years ago at this point.) However, this was one of the goals I failed to get to. I started to get ready for it, I got everything I wanted organized to begin editing it. I just never actually started on it.

Fingers crossed this is something I can actually get to in 2017. (Someone better nag at me to do this.)

Complete 2015 Camping Journal Entries
This goal really should have been completed in 2015 after every single trip I had, as I did the year before. Obviously that didn’t happen in 2015 if it was a goal for this year, and I still haven’t learned my lesson on that one for this past season either, but I did get them done. Almost on the same time frame I had hoped to have them done too: one a week until they were completed. I think I finished about a week late on them but that’s pretty damn good for me that I stuck to it!

Hooray for that accomplishment at least, but I still need to learn my lesson on those entries, because, um, yeah, I did it again this year. Guess who still has all six entries of this year’s season to still write? I’m an idiot.

Obtain My Driver’s License
Yeah… About this one…

This goal had been one of my big, big ones. I’ve only been putting it off and putting it off — for multiple reasons — for a few years now.

To my credit, I got half way to this goal. I did manage to get my permit by the deadline I set myself, which was back in March. However, I’ve only been out to drive less than ten times and haven’t been out in probably five months. Part of that is because I hardly see my dad, who is the only person I trust enough and am comfortable with to teach me to drive; and part of that is simply because the idea of driving on the road still scares the living shit out of me.

Okay, let me rephrase that: it’s not the driving on the road that scares me. It’s the driving with other cars around that scares me. Last night, coming home from work at 3am when the roads were empty I would have been perfectly fine to ask my dad if I could try driving home, even though it was snowing lightly. In fact, he almost thought about asking me that, and if he had I’m 99% sure I would have said yes. But if you ask me to drive on the road during the day… I freeze up.

Sadly, the year limit on my permit will be up in a couple months and I’ll have to go through this whole process again because I know I will not have my license by then. Not when I’ve begun seeing my dad even less than the beginning of this year. Who says next year is going to be any different either with our jobs?

Start Horseback Riding Again
At the beginning of the year, I had really missed riding and had wanted desperately to go back. After talking with a couple friends, I was encouraged to pursue it again because it could have been that one thing that helped me get through each week in a life I was beginning to deem miserable for eternity.

Well, a few months ago I finally took that step and went back to riding at the academy I used to attend. However… While it started out great and I was beginning to gain the confidence I lost three years ago due to my fall, riding rapidly began to lose its charm.

The horse I normally rode switched to a different one that I enjoyed at first but then began to get frustrated with because I was spending more time trying to slow him down from running into the rider in front of me (I ride in a group of three or four per lesson) than I was having fun. I also tended to work every morning before riding and by the time I was getting home I’d have to change and leave. It became exhausting, it became more of a chore than something I enjoyed doing and looked forward to.

Now I haven’t ridden in probably a month and a half between the lesson itself being cancelled or me deciding not to go because I’m exhausted or have had too much to do. I’m to the point now that I’m honestly thinking of dropping the lessons once more, because it really isn’t doing what it used to for me. Perhaps it would be less of a chore if I could get those days totally off work, or if I could get a different horse again, but riding a different horse isn’t up to me, and I had enough trouble the first month or so with my boss screwing my schedule up. I can only imagine how much it’d be screwed again if I asked for Wednesday’s off completely now.

So I accomplished the goal, I went back, but I’m on the verge of giving it up again.

Organize Closet
This was one of my major goals of 2016. At the beginning of the year I didn’t actually believe I would accomplish it. I surprised myself though.

Not only did I organize and clean out my closet, I organized and cleaned out my entire room. I even held a yard sale to try to get rid of the stuff I no longer wanted. To my dismay the yard sale hardly panned out and wasn’t worth half the stress and sleepless nights I put on myself over this goal. Even now I’m still sitting on half the stuff I couldn’t sell because I have had no time to go through it and do something with it since then.

The intent of this goal was so I could finally start to reclaim my room as my own after about four years. Needless to say, it hasn’t really worked out. The only way it’s going to work out is if the spare room is cleaned out as well. Which shouldn’t be a problem since I just did one room, right? Wrong. Not when half the stuff in there is your lazy mother’s who can’t hold a single penny to her word and who is pretty much useless and disrupting if I were to do it anyways.

So while I managed to accomplish the goal of cleaning my closet and room out, it left a mess of things I still have to find a way to work with. I need to get onto either a Facebook group or Craigslist to try to sell the rest of the stuff, and start either donating what I can or throwing the other stuff out.

Finish Fated to Darkness
This… This was my most major of goals for 2016. The one that if I would have completed it I wouldn’t have cared if I accomplished nothing else all year.

Now, this goal included finishing the first draft of the novel and working out the concordance so when I began to edit next year in theory I wouldn’t be so lost. So there was a lot of work involved in this goal.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get all that work done.

To my credit, I nearly accomplished half of that work. The first draft is about six chapters away from being completed after writing feverishly on it for every NaNoWriMo month there was this year, as well as in between at times. I put in over 150k to this story this year, and no, I’m not going to tell you how long it actually is. (I’m hoping editing takes it down in word count a little, the length is even starting to worry me.)

It’s been quite a ride with it this year. Some chapters I stared at my screen slack-jawed in shock with what I just wrote. One in particular I did. Others I wanted to tear my hair out. I got stuck a few times and other times I was on fire, but now I really do see the light at the end of the tunnel after almost two years of working on this novel.

I’m oh so close to the end of the first draft.

And while I wish I could have made it — I probably could have finished it this month if not for work madness — I’m proud of how far I came in it. It’s got a long way to go, and I would be much further if every other month was a NaNo month, but I’m proud of how it — and my writing style — have grown over this year.

Not only that, but I can also proudly say while I didn’t finish this goal, I did accomplish something else completely unexpected and huge:

My debut publication with Victory Tales Press for my story Embermyst in their Halloween anthology, Paranormal Pleasures.

This publication quite honestly made up for not finishing Fated to Darkness. It’s a foot in the door on a dream I hold, it’s the beginning of making a name for myself, and it’s also credibility for when I try to publish my series. So it was huge. Beyond huge even.

END OF GOALS

Overall, I think I came out about fifty-fifty on my goals. That’s better than I thought I would do, and probably better than any year before too. So I’ll take that as not so bad. Other than my publication I finally passed 100 followers on my Wattpad account, and I even passed 100 WordPress followers here. I call those two things accomplishments as well.

Looking back I think the way I laid out my goals and organized them worked fairly well. It could maybe use a little tweaking for how I do next year’s goals, and I also need to set up my calendar and planner for next year, but I think it’s going to be something I try again. Of course, that would work out even better if I knew what next year’s goals were yet. Because I don’t have a list of them yet, maybe a vague idea, but not a list of them.

That’s the next thing to tackle tonight and tomorrow. Well, that and organizing Christmas gifts I got, as well as setting up my Sunday Snippet posts for January. I think I need to just start with making a list of everything I want to do and go from there.

Hopefully by Tuesday’s post I’ll have an idea on my goals and how I’m laying them out. See ya in 2017, folks. Happy Freaking New Year a day early. Let’s hope this next one doesn’t suck as much.

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King of Thieves (Wednesday Words 12.28.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction Shard based off a three word combination prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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King of Thieves

“Hi, how may I help you?”

Amanda stepped up to the counter as the customer in front of her walked away, setting down the bag for the cashier to see. “I’d like to return or exchange this for either a smaller size or something a little different. It’s a bit too big on me. Apparently my mother still has not realized I’ve lost a few pounds.” She laughed bitterly at her own joke. “Am I able to get a store credit to go shop with?”

“Certainly.” The cashier smiled and took the blouse from the bag, going about her routine. A minute or two later she was handing a gift card over to Amanda. “There you are. Just sign here on this copy of the receipt for the return and you’re all set.”

“Thank you.” She signed off and handed it back, tucking the gift card into her jacket pocket then began to turn away to go shop.

“I hope you find something you like.”

She smiled to the cashier. She was a bit too cheery for her liking but hey, that was her job, to essentially kiss up to people in the customer service department. Though she was also sure she wasn’t going to find something she liked in this department store. “Thanks…”

Walking away, she wandered around aisles and racks of clothing, just browsing for awhile. She wasn’t finding much of interest, it wasn’t exactly a store in which she was happy with their selections and styles. Her prim and proper mother loved it, but she…not so much.

“Amanda?” A voice spoke up while she was eyeing a pair of jeans way over her price range of the gift card.

She stilled at the voice, a trickle of dread winding down her spine. No… It couldn’t be.

“Amanda, is that you?” they asked again, then laughed a little as a hand clapped her shoulder. She cringed in response. “I’ll be damned! It is you! How’ve you been, sweetheart?”

“Do not call me that, Jake.” Her tone was cold and dismissive. “I take it you finally got out of jail?”

Jake let out a low whistle, looking her up and down in a suggestive way that made her skin crawl. At one time, it used to excite her with like electricity zinging across her skin. Now it disgusted her and made her want to get far away from him. She hadn’t seen him in probably ten years. Not since she got clean, and by the looks of it, Jake surely hadn’t gone clean in that time frame.

“Woooow… Uptight much, babe? Don’t go taking after your female dog of a mother now. You’ll get your panties in too tight a knot and need someone to help undo them.” He wagged his eyebrows while his eyes fell to her cleavage.

Subconsciously Amanda pulled her jacket over her front more, crossing her arms over her chest. “What do you want, Jake?”

“Nothing much.” He shrugged, leaning against one the racks with his hands stuffed in his pockets. “I just happened to notice you and thought I’d say hello. It’s been quite some time. What’s it been? Six, seven years?”

“At least ten.”

He whistled again. “Damn… Time sure flies, baby. I sure do miss you though. You were one hell of a wild chick back then until that family of yours ruined you.”

Amanda scowled and turned away from him with a huff but he sidled into her way like the sleaze ball he was.

“Hey, hey, don’t go running so quickly, babe.”

Brown eyes glared at him furiously. “Stop calling me that. I’m not your babe anymore. What are you even doing here? You can’t afford a place like this, and it certainly isn’t your style. Oh wait, let me guess, shoplifting again, are you? What babe is it for this time?”

Jake laughed, playing bumping his fist into her shoulder in a way that was a little too hard. “There’s that old fire you always had! Good to see you still got it.” He sobered quick. “I mean it though, Mandy, I really do miss ya hanging around.”

“You got me addicted to drugs and arrested for trespassing and shoplifting,” she replied coldly. “You left me to take the fall for it all. Thanks to you, I lost a good few years of my life I’ll never get back. Get away from me, before I call security to tell them you’ve got a sixty dollar bottle of perfume on the inside of your vest, right hand side, underneath your jacket.”

Before she could try to step away from him, Jake backed her up against the rack of clothes behind them, leaning over him. One rough hand grabbed tightly at her wrist in a warning. “Careful, Mandy,” he threatened, then backed off a little again. “You’ve got a good memory. And oh, so, so close, baby. It’s an eighty dollar bottle, not sixty. You still got it…”

It took her a second to find her voice, swallowing her heart back down into her chest. “No thanks to you.”

A smirk pulled at Jake’s lip, showing that one gorgeous dimple. He reached into his pocket and pulled something out, then turned her palm up and placed the warm object in her hand, closing her fingers over it. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. “If you ever want to see another good time like the old days, hit me up at Winter’s Bite. This will get you in no questions asked straight to the VIP lounge.”

Jake gave her a crushing kiss to the lips in which she shoved him away roughly for. He chuckled and smacked her ass, letting go and stepping back. “Hope to see you there sometime, doll face.” Winking, he finally snuck back off among the aisles and racks.

For a moment she simply fumed, watching him until he was out of sight. She wiped his kiss from her mouth, sneering, then looked down at what he placed in her palm. It was a token in the shape of a snowflake. The words Winter’s Bite were written in glossy silver lettering along the middle of the blue and white glittering snowflake.

Amanda glared at the token then dropped it to the ground, smashing her heel on it before turning away to leave the store empty handed. She’d be damned if she ever went down that path again in her life, not when she was finally making it back steady on her own two feet.

However, she should have expected Jake to use her as a scapegoat once more. She should have stopped and felt her pockets to make sure his quick, sticky fingers hadn’t slipped her any other parting gifts. For as soon as she stepped past the doors the alarms went off, alerting security of a shoplifter. She watched as Jake slipped out of the doors to her left at the same time she was stopped from leaving, pretending to be with an older lady and helping her carry her bags. Bags that she knew were full of his stolen goods. There was a reason he had donned the nickname Aladdin on the streets, for he was the King of Thieves.

He tipped his head to her with a grin as security found the bottle of eighty dollar perfume in her coat pocket and escorted her back into the store.


Now you can find this flash fiction work and others on my profile on Wattpad! Click here for my profile and go dive into a sea of Shards of Imagination!

I know I’ve been quite silent the past week, I blame the holiday madness, but it’s finally over. Sort of. Since I missed posting for last week’s Shard here, you can find Trial of the Solstice on my Wattpad account if you wish to see what I came up with for last week’s prompt.

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What’s Your Name? (Snippet Sunday 12.25.16)

Welcome to Snippet Sunday on Darkling Dreams!

Where writers come together to share a few sentences (8-10) of their current project — whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.

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December is upon us but I’m not at all ready for the snow and cold, I’m wishing we could skip it, as well as the holiday madness. But it’s the last month of 2016 so it better be the best one for it’s our last shot. Since one of my goals for this year was to finish Fated to Darkness — and NaNo still didn’t finish it — I’m hoping to finish it this final month. Which means I’m going to continue to share from it this month as motivation.

Happy Holidays, folks! There’s lots of those going on right now so to whatever you celebrate, may it be full of wishes and good fortune.

This week’s snippet picks up just a paragraph or so after last week’s snippet. I just skipped the redundant threatening of Ciara to the girl when she back talked to her.

Now for the fourth peek at Chapter 8: Shifting Fear…

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While the girl’s terror had definitely returned from the strike, after a moment she picked her head back up to look at Heather’s stunned and blank expression that conveyed so many emotions it was hard to tell where one started and another ended. It was all jumbled among her pale features and haunted eyes.

“Did she hurt you, too?”

Ciara glared at the girl, and Heather looked into the girl’s eyes. She could see the pain and terror that laid within them, but there was nothing she could do to help this poor girl. She was weak against Ciara, she was but a child. Unsure of what she was doing, she slowly nodded.

“You need to run. Get far away from her.”

“Shut up,” Ciara hissed again, becoming furious.

“How old are you?” The girl was simply ignoring the Dark One now, her attention only focused on Heather.

“Do not answer her, Heir. We do not speak to prisoners.”

Heather wasn’t listening though, drawn to the girl who was being kind to her at the moment, even though she was surrounded by the face of darkness, pain, and death. Sure, she had fear in her eyes and she seemed a bit wary of Heather as well, but she genuinely seemed like she was sorry Heather was stuck with Ciara. As if she too had seen the fates of the other Heirs and knew poor Heather might end up like one of them: dead.

“How old are you?” she asked gently again, albeit softly.

“F-Four,” she answered quietly after a moments pause.

The girl looked like her heart had just broken to hear how young she was. “What’s your name?”

“Hea–“

She let out a cry as Ciara struck her across the face, stopping her reply. Tears welled in her eyes and she whimpered as she hesitantly glanced upwards to see her mentor looming over her and leering with a curled lip.

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Ciara certainly does not like to be ignored, or disobeyed. This could get ugly from here.

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Blurb:
Three year old Heather Fraeis is like every other normal toddler. With a loving family, a family dog, and a little bit spoiled.

But fate can be a twisted and cruel friend.

Kidnapped on the night of her fourth birthday by a woman clad in black, Heather is whisked away to a realm that has never been known to exist. Forced into a life she doesn’t want as her kidnapper’s Heir, she comes to find that monsters do in fact exist, nightmares are more than bad dreams, and magic is more than just the thing of fairy tales.

Lies, fear, secrets, and pain await her around every corner. Swallowed whole by the dark path laid out before her, she is forced to fall with no light at the end of the tunnel to give her hope. Until she meets a young boy that may change everything once more for her…

Can Heather defy all the odds and overcome who is she forced to become? Or will it be too late for her to rise above the fate laid before her?


This story is not yet on Wattpad because it is my baby that I hope to publish one day, and if no one will publish me, I am self publishing. But it’s also not on Wattpad because it’s in first draft phases yet. So there will be no “if you wish to read more…”

However! If you wish to read anything else that I have out for free, you can hop on over to  my profile on Wattpad and check out what I have to offer. Or if you wish to read my debut release, Embermyst, you can find out more about that in the tabs above. (I’m working on the tabs, bare with me.) I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads. You can also find me on my Facebook author page to keep up to date with all that’s going on in my writing.

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Four More Days

Just four more…

Four more days of holiday madness and it’s finally over. (Technically three since I’m off tomorrow, although I won’t be able to just chill, so yeah, four more.)

I’m so ready for this season to be over, I’m exhausted. Then again, as soon as this one ends I have to deal with another three weeks of inventory madness, sooo… I guess the four more days doesn’t matter. I won’t get a breather until at least January 17th.

And if I don’t start getting downtime until then, I am going to be super screwed on writing that submission kicking around in my head. I still haven’t had a chance to just sit down and brainstorm or outline anything for it. If I don’t get to start on it till the middle of January that only leaves me a month to write and edit it.

Granted, that’s more than I had for Embermyst, but I think this one is going to end up being a bit longer than Embermyst was so I’m gonna need more time. Plus it’d be nice to not be stressing over the deadline.

Hopefully once this week is over and done with, and next week probably, I’ll have a little more time to myself. At least after this week I won’t be worrying about being ready for Christmas.

Speaking of which, I’m so not ready for it. I mean, I’m ready for it to be over, but I’m not ready gift wise.

Yesterday I got screwed in doing one of my gift projects. I was going to do it before work so it could sit and dry until tomorrow morning. Well, just as I’m about to start it I get a text asking if I can come into work early because we had two call offs. So I went in early to work, and also ended up staying late because I was short handed and the boss’ boss’ boss was supposed to be in today. (Needless to say, he never showed. Go figure.) By the time I got home it was after 1am, and I still had to do my project so I stayed up till almost 4am for the second time this week.

Hopefully since I lost a good twelve hours drying time it’s still ready to be jarred up by tomorrow morning or I’m going to have a problem. I need it to be dry by tomorrow morning because it’s my only day off and pretty much last chance to run errands before Christmas considering my Thursday shift may be screwed now too. (Gotta love last minute changes by corporate. NOT.)

I still have a few gifts I need to get; which will again be done tomorrow. Then I still need to finish two other gifts. And I still need to wrap everything. Then tomorrow is also Yule so I want to switch decorations around, and bake cookies, and I have to wrap at least a few gifts to give out tomorrow night. And, and, and…

And I’m ready to wave the white flag. I think I’m going to have very little sleep the rest of this week, and probably most of next week too from what I know of that schedule already. I guess I better go get moving on finishing Christmas gifts, like the giant poster I need to color that will take me forever.

Never any rest for the wicked, er, weary.

Four more days… Just four more days.

Crap, that also means I only have four more days to get all of this done.

You Have No Heart (Snippet Sunday 12.18.16)

Welcome to Snippet Sunday on Darkling Dreams!

Where writers come together to share a few sentences (8-10) of their current project — whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.

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December is upon us but I’m not at all ready for the snow and cold, I’m wishing we could skip it, as well as the holiday madness. But it’s the last month of 2016 so it better be the best one for it’s our last shot. Since one of my goals for this year was to finish Fated to Darkness — and NaNo still didn’t finish it — I’m hoping to finish it this final month. Which means I’m going to continue to share from it this month as motivation.

In last week’s snippet we learned there was a girl chained up in the cell Ciara dragged Heather into. This week’s snippet skips ahead just a couple paragraphs.

Now for the third peek at Chapter 8: Shifting Fear…

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“Why are you hurting her?” Heather’s voice was timid and quiet within the dank cell, still unable to take her eyes off the girl on the ground.

Ciara’s gaze cut over to her, “Because, Heir, this is where your next lesson comes into play.”

That sentence must have grabbed the prisoner’s attention for she picked her head up with a mixture of shock and dread in her eyes to look at Heather. “Heir?” she breathed quietly. Seeing little Heather must have sparked a little bit of life in her because she snapped a disbelieving gaze tinged in sudden anger to Ciara next.

“She’s just a child!” she yelled. “Do you have no pity? No mercy at all? How can you be so evil?” Disgust crossed her features. “Did you hurt her too? Is that why she isn’t running or screaming for her parents? Is that–“

Ciara’s boot connecting with the girl’s face made her cut off her question, snapping her head to the side painfully. She cried out a little, sucking air in. Her hand moved to her face and when it came away from her mouth, Heather could see red blood glistening on it. The Dark One knelt down to the girl, grabbing her by her hair and yanking her head back painfully to glare at her.

“What part of do not speak, did we not understand?” she hissed, venom dripping off her words in a dark promise.

“You have no heart,” she spat back, clearly appalled that this woman would harm such a small child who looked no longer than five.

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I guess in the wake of revelation and shock, all fear vanishes of the Dark One. Though…I doubt that’s going to end well for the girl.

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Blurb:
Three year old Heather Fraeis is like every other normal toddler. With a loving family, a family dog, and a little bit spoiled.

But fate can be a twisted and cruel friend.

Kidnapped on the night of her fourth birthday by a woman clad in black, Heather is whisked away to a realm that has never been known to exist. Forced into a life she doesn’t want as her kidnapper’s Heir, she comes to find that monsters do in fact exist, nightmares are more than bad dreams, and magic is more than just the thing of fairy tales.

Lies, fear, secrets, and pain await her around every corner. Swallowed whole by the dark path laid out before her, she is forced to fall with no light at the end of the tunnel to give her hope. Until she meets a young boy that may change everything once more for her…

Can Heather defy all the odds and overcome who is she forced to become? Or will it be too late for her to rise above the fate laid before her?


This story is not yet on Wattpad because it is my baby that I hope to publish one day, and if no one will publish me, I am self publishing. But it’s also not on Wattpad because it’s in first draft phases yet. So there will be no “if you wish to read more…”

However! If you wish to read anything else that I have out for free, you can hop on over to  my profile on Wattpad and check out what I have to offer. Or if you wish to read my debut release, Embermyst, you can find out more about that in the tabs above. (I’m working on the tabs, bare with me.) I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads. You can also find me on my Facebook author page to keep up to date with all that’s going on in my writing.

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Rearing Plot Bunnies

It’s been an interesting couple of days. Not just with work and life, but with writing as well. My mind has been quite brain dead lately thanks to the holiday madness and the fact I think I burned out slightly after NaNoWriMo. I haven’t been writing because I’ve both been so busy and exhausted due to those things.

Well, the relative quietness that was my plot bunnies for the past two weeks suddenly turned into roaring lions again demanding my every sliver of attention on Wednesday.

As anyone who follows my blog knows, I do a piece of flash fiction writing every Wednesday. Last week I accidentally got a glimpse at this week’s prompt and had already figured out a storyline and all for the word combination. Of course, said storyline then had to wait a week because it was the wrong week, and I told myself I didn’t need to write my idea down because I’d remember it.

You can bet your last dollar I didn’t remember it come two nights ago.

I swear that is the biggest lie a writer ever tells themselves. “Oh I’ll remember this, I don’t need to write it down.” Ha! Yeah, right! Do yourself a favor and write it down anyways, because we normally forget. Maybe it’s the curse of a writer. (Now there’s a plot bunny in that one.)

Anyways! I finally came up with a different idea than what I originally had in mind and as I started writing my flash fiction piece, it started growing. And growing, and growing. It has now turned into a short story idea. Well, the basis of a short story idea with a few choice scenes and instances. It’s still brewing away up there though and developing further.

It’s screaming for my attention now, begging me to write this little steampunk-fantasy-hint-of-romance short story. The problem is I don’t have the time right now to toy with it, and I also don’t have enough to work with just yet. I have a few ideas and questions to answer that I wrote down, and all the little tidbits I thought of, but I have no real rhyme or reason on how to start it just yet. Somehow I know the ending, just not the beginning, or very much of the middle. Go figure.

I want to be sitting down and mapping it out, playing with it and shaping it by some rough outline, but I just have too much to do yet with only a week before Christmas.

There’s still a few gifts I need to get (if I can make it back out to shop since, you know, the weather is shit right now and I work six days next week) and I still need to make a few gifts. One of which will be quick and simple, another few will be easy but will take time, a different one is easy just takes maybe an hour or so, and the last one will take me forever with a lot of hand cramps. Then of course I’ll need to wrap everything, and at some point in the next couple days I need to do my laundry on top of all of this.

So, yeah, right now I really don’t have the time to be working out story ideas and plotting a short story. However, this short story also has a deadline of February 20th. And do you know why?

Because this little plot bunny is turning into a submission for Victory Tales Press’ spring anthology. So not only do I have to write it, I have to edit it and all that fun stuff like I did with Embermyst. And I have two months, on top of the holiday season and inventory.

Granted, I had only twelve days when I wrote, edited, and submitted Embermyst for the Halloween anthology, but still…I was less busy then.

And if all that isn’t bad enough, Fated to Darkness started rearing its head at me on Wednesday as well because suddenly I had the overwhelming urge to be writing something. Anything. So now I’ve got two stories screaming at me, as well as a bunch of gifts and craziness. Which is exactly why my novel isn’t getting done, because everything else steals the spotlight, including other plot bunnies.

I think it’s time to raise the white flag. Or hit big and quit my day job so that I have the time to write all these plot bunnies.

Clockwork Heart (Wednesday Words 12.14.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction Shard based off a three word combination prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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Clockwork Heart

“Lavinia?”

There was a faintly audible whirring noise of gears as she turned her head toward him. Baby blue eyes looked his tanned frame over, sprawled in leisure amongst the tall grass that waved like the rolling sea. At least, that was what he had told her it looked like sitting atop this hill when the wind blew. She had never seen the ocean though to understand the comparison.

“Yes, Eric?” Her light, automated voice vibrated through the air.

Tousled sandy hair rustled in the light breeze against his forehead as Eric rolled upright and propped himself sideways to look at her. “Have you ever wanted to travel the world? I mean beyond this realm. Beyond Clockwork and out into the real world, where I’m from.”

She blinked, staring into his warm chocolate eyes. “You know that is not possible for me. I belong here, and only here.”

“But have you ever thought about it? Answer me honestly, please.”

“No.” Her monotone voice sounded dull even to her own hearing mechanisms.

Eric’s lips twitched downwards. He pushed himself up to sit Indian style, scooting around to her side. At first he didn’t speak and she wondered if she had again done something wrong. She didn’t always understand their human ways. They were so different, so…complicated. These emotions they felt and their imaginations. They had hearts that beat in different rhythms instead of the constant grinding gears of a clockwork heart. They had ambitions and dreams, their natures varied so deeply. She feared she would never understand these strange creatures, even though one had befriended her.

Not to mention the way they moved and spoke. They could leak that strange red stuff like she could leak oil. She had seen water fall from their eyes and not damage any parts. They never whirred, clinked, or grinded with their movements. Octave upon octave of tone could fall from their lips as if they had many different programmed voice boxes instead of just one like her. She could only make a limited amount of facial expressions with her stretched and fitted flexible porcelain skin, but the array they could make was astounding.

They were so odd compared to her own kind. Then again, Eric must think her kind just as odd compared to his.

“I think you would love it,” he said softly, plucking a hexagonal flower from the grass and twirling it between two fingers.

“I do not understand love, Eric.”

He wore that same pained expression he had once classified to her as sadness, and she did not understand why he was sad.

“I know,” he whispered, “but I wish I could teach you what it’s like. I wish I could teach you all emotions and sensations, and that you would be able to feel it too.”

“It is not possible.”

The matter of fact response made the pain in his expression deepen and again she knew she had done something wrong, but she could not understand what. Upon the next breeze that blew over the hill Eric let the flower be carried away on its stream, watching it with a strange wistful expression. He had that expression more often than not around her anymore.

“Never say never, Lavinia,” Eric replied softly, staring off. “I think you would love it. To travel and see the wonders of my world. To see Earth, the ocean, forests. Clockwork is so…modernized. There is not enough of…this,” he gestured around at the rare piece of green landscape surrounding them, “around here. Not enough wilderness and wildness. I think you would love the freedom, the change. I wish you would change your mind and let me show you my world.” His eyes landed on hers, hovering for a moment before he looked off with a sigh.

Lavinia wasn’t quite sure how to respond, simply watching him. He had begun to play with the tiny watch locket he wore on a chain under his shirt.

“Why do you wear that?” she found herself asking.

Eric looked back to her, catching her gaze and fishing the locket out from under his shirt. He looked at it a moment, holding it tenderly. “My mother gave it to me, before she disappeared. It used to be hers. She said it would be my compass when I am most lost, but…” He trailed off and opened it, revealing an empty interior. “I don’t think it can be my compass when the charm that used to reside inside was missing when she gave it to me.”

“Perhaps you are meant to find the charm then for your compass.”

“I’ve tried.” He sighed, letting it fall back against his shirt as he closed the locket with a faint click. “I’ve looked everywhere in my mother’s things, my home, and anywhere she might have hidden her special belongings as a Traveler. It’s nowhere.”

“Then maybe you are not lost enough to find the charm.”

His gaze turned up to search her face. This time she could not determine what classified emotion was flitting across his expression. Whatever it be, it was intense.

“Perhaps you’re right…”


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An Introvert’s Nightmare

So I realized about half way through my day on Saturday that I completely and totally forgot I was supposed to write a blog post on Friday. I was exhausted by the time I got home from work that night and at that point everything just slipped my mind. I think I was actually in bed before 1am that night again, I think…

To be totally honest, I almost forgot about today’s post too, and since all of my time has gone to work and the holiday season, there’s not going to be any writing updates anytime soon. This post isn’t even going to remotely be about writing.

I’ve been doing that a lot this month, even last month I was doing it a lot, and it’s all because of work. I’m just so exhausted and worn out anymore that I can’t remember anything, and that I have no time for anything else.

Working in retail as a manager during this season really is an introvert’s nightmare, and it’s not even half over yet because as soon as Christmas is over, it’ll be changing the store around once more and diving into inventory.

I’m really realizing how unfair everything is right now. I had said last Tuesday that I was quite sure I would be pushing into overtime this week and probably next. (At least, I think I said that, I can’t remember anymore.) Well as it turns out thanks to being screwed over on Sunday’s shift, I definitely am going into overtime this week, and after a quick glance at next week’s schedule, I’ll be doing overtime again because I’m working six days next week.

And yet, I’m the only manager of my rank who’s pulling those kind of hours. Sure, the freight crew manager is pulling their own weight right now and then some, just as I am. Yet there’s still another who should be getting a share of what I’m having to carry with the general and assistant manager but refuses to work that much and those kind of hours. How is that fair to me?

But I forgot, the world isn’t fair, and it never will be. So I just suck it up, do my work, and keep my mouth shut, right?

By the time Christmas gets here, I’m going to wish I could just curl up and stay home in bed the entire day. There’s no joy in this holiday anymore, not once you get into retail and deal with double the stress of the season. You add worrying about the snow, how you’re getting to and from work since you don’t drive and your ride won’t drive in it either, and all you have to do personally to be ready for the holiday on top of the retail job and suddenly you hate Christmas.

I found myself changing the lyrics of Christmas songs on our radio at work today. The assistant manager would be singing “we’ll frolic and play, the Eskimo way, walking in a winter wonderland.”

Do you know what I changed it to?

“We’ll frolic and play, the Eskimo way, bashing in a snowman’s head today.”

I remember once last year I heard a customer yell a change of lyrics to the song Deck The Halls too. It wasn’t “deck the halls with boughs of holly”, it was “deck the halls with poison ivy”. All I remember is thinking he must know retail as I do, too.

Quite honestly, I’ve lost all cheer and happiness for this season. Now I dread Christmas. I’ve always dreaded and hated winter, but since working in retail… Now I just wish Christmas didn’t exist and that I could simply skip three months out of every year. I wish I could skip November through January. More so I wish I could skip right to the middle or end of March so that winter is over.

I don’t care what I miss in those four, five months, I just want them to be done and gone.

I lose everything during these months. There’s no personal time for anything other than working your ass off, shopping your ass off, and running around like a chicken with no head. There’s hardly time to sleep on top of that when you have to worry about getting everything done in time and shoveling a 600 foot driveway to even get to work. There’s no such thing as peace or quiet or downtime for a moment to breathe.

I can kiss everything in my life goodbye for a solid two and a half months during this time of the year. Writing, sleeping, sanity, downtime, peace of mind, energy, fun…

All of it. Just gone during those three months.

It’s nothing but stress, worry, frustration, exhaustion, and aggravation.

To put it bluntly: it fucking sucks.

As much of a Grinch as this makes me sound like, I no longer like Christmas for all those reasons. This season isn’t about giving or being with family anymore. It’s about worrying if you have money to get someone something because you have to work three measly jobs on minimum wage to make a living, it’s about worrying about the weather, it’s about stressing out and panicking and losing sleep, it’s about worrying when you’re going to have time to do anything because all you do is work to make a living that may not even be worth living in anymore.

Where’s the fun in that? Where’s the joy in it anymore?

But you know what’s even worse?

What it means for the people like me, the people that work their asses off in retail for everyone to shop and go crazy, and get absolutely nothing out of it. I may be a manager but I don’t earn any personal time off or benefits or sick days, because I’m technically part time. That’s how this economy works anymore. So I stress myself out, and I work myself to exhaustion, and for what? To watch the bosses above me get all this vacation time and break after inventory is over so that I have to keep working my ass off to run the store even when I’m doing just as much as they are? But I get nothing except maybe a tiny bonus on my paycheck and the company calls that “good enough”.

How is that fair?

You know, it’s funny how the ones who work the hardest and willingly put in the hours because they know it’s their responsibility to step up get nothing in return and always end up with the short end of the stick, because they’re taken for granted and passed over.

So yes, Christmas is this introvert’s living nightmare from which there’s no waking for three months, and it’s sad when the things you want for Christmas now compared to when you were younger are no longer things that can be bought, and are things you know you’re not going to get.

Not Leaving Alive (Snippet Sunday 12.11.16)

Welcome to Snippet Sunday on Darkling Dreams!

Where writers come together to share a few sentences (8-10) of their current project — whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.

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December is upon us but I’m not at all ready for the snow and cold, I’m wishing we could skip it, as well as the holiday madness. But it’s the last month of 2016 so it better be the best one for it’s our last shot. Since one of my goals for this year was to finish Fated to Darkness — and NaNo still didn’t finish it — I’m hoping to finish it this final month. Which means I’m going to continue to share from it this month as motivation.

We’re skipping ahead just a few paragraphs from last week’s snippet to find out if someone was in fact in the cell Ciara just dragged heather into.

Now for the second peek at Chapter 8: Shifting Fear…

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Once Heather’s eyes had readjusted for the second time in a matter of minutes, she saw that the outline from the back of the cell was actually a huddled up girl. She couldn’t be any older than fifteen at best guess. Her clothes were dirty and ragged, torn in places like she had tried to fight. Scratches and dirt marred her skin and her auburn hair was a disheveled mess.

Chains shackled around her wrists rattled when she shielded her face from the sudden brightness of the torch’s light, cowering back against the cold stone fearfully. Heather stood frozen as she looked at the girl. Stirring feelings of a decent human being made her want to run forward and try to help the girl.

The girl finally blinked away the harsh light and looked back up. Her blue-grey eyes were wide as saucers, darting rapidly between Ciara and Heather. She shook a little bit, whether from cold or fright it was hard to tell. Maybe both was more likely. Her eyes traveled past the two of them toward the open door where freedom held a slim chance and a longing look flooded into those haunted eyes.

“P-Please…” she pleaded as Ciara let go of Heather and stepped to the door, shutting it with a cold finality that rang through the room and sent chills down Heather’s spine.

Somehow, she knew this girl wasn’t going to leave this room alive again.

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If this girl isn’t going to be leaving this room alive, then what is that going to mean for Heather in this situation?

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Blurb:
Three year old Heather Fraeis is like every other normal toddler. With a loving family, a family dog, and a little bit spoiled.

But fate can be a twisted and cruel friend.

Kidnapped on the night of her fourth birthday by a woman clad in black, Heather is whisked away to a realm that has never been known to exist. Forced into a life she doesn’t want as her kidnapper’s Heir, she comes to find that monsters do in fact exist, nightmares are more than bad dreams, and magic is more than just the thing of fairy tales.

Lies, fear, secrets, and pain await her around every corner. Swallowed whole by the dark path laid out before her, she is forced to fall with no light at the end of the tunnel to give her hope. Until she meets a young boy that may change everything once more for her…

Can Heather defy all the odds and overcome who is she forced to become? Or will it be too late for her to rise above the fate laid before her?


This story is not yet on Wattpad because it is my baby that I hope to publish one day, and if no one will publish me, I am self publishing. But it’s also not on Wattpad because it’s in first draft phases yet. So there will be no “if you wish to read more…”

However! If you wish to read anything else that I have out for free, you can hop on over to  my profile on Wattpad and check out what I have to offer. Or if you wish to read my debut release, Embermyst, you can find out more about that in the tabs above. (I’m working on the tabs, bare with me.) I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads. You can also find me on my Facebook author page to keep up to date with all that’s going on in my writing.

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Goodbye (Wednesday Words 12.7.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction Shard based off a three word combination prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

For your own enjoyment, click here to get the song that was used in this Shard. I do not own the song.

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Goodbye

She tiptoed barefoot up the rocky path. The croaking of bull frogs filled the midnight air around her from behind. Their deep calls were almost mournful, echoing from the lone lake at the base of the cliff she was climbing steadily. The earphones lain around her neck blasted out a song at full volume from the MP3 in her hand.

“Here I stand, helpless and left for dead…”

A brisk wind almost blew the words of the song away, ruffling her ankle-length black dress. Her hair whipped around her face and she tilted her head down against the bitter assault as she pressed forward up the cliff.

“Close your eyes, so many days go by. Easy to find what’s wrong, harder to find what’s right.”

She shut her eyes, lifting her arms out slightly against the chilly night air. Pebbles and stones pricked at her bare feet as she walked but she welcomed the rough pain, letting it soothe her battered soul.

“Trembling, crawling across my skin, feeling your cold, dead eyes stealing the life of mine.”

Her next inching step forward had pebbles skittering over a sheer drop, down, down, down far below. She brought her foot back, stopping where she stood at the cliff’s edge. The frogs behind her had ceased to bellow and the night had become still with her heart. She opened her eyes and lifted her arms out, tilting her head back to the darkened sky.

The wind changed direction all of a sudden, clawing at her dress and limbs from behind now, pulling her toward the edge of death. It almost seemed to whisper to her, luring her to the brink of freedom.

Weightless…

One step and she would be weightless at last.

“I won’t last long in this world so wrong.”

A bone chilling rain started to fall as storm clouds rolled by. It stung at her bare skin and she shivered. The drops splashed on her cheeks, rolling down her face when she tilted her head forward again. The rain washed away her fear, washed away her pain. Hot, primal tears began to brim in her eyes, mixing like oil and water with Heaven’s tears.

She smiled lightly for the first time in forever, lifting her arms further at her sides as if she could fly.

“Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight. Don’t you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight. Hold on. Hold on.

“Goodbye…”

She stepped off the edge.


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