Saturday, December 31, 2016

Choices

Choices








Under a blood red sky
Or under a moonlit one
You can't put a limit on anything
However fast or slow you run

The more you dream
The less you scream
The farther you get
You'll never regret

Asta, can you call for help?
And help spread the word around
That life is what you make of it
Full of ups, and full to the ground

Rocking the kasbah
Is going to extremes
If you don't stay callm
You'll fall apart at the seams

The more you dream
The less you scream
The closer you get
You'll never regret

Written by (c) Diana Jillian, Saturday, 12/31/16

Sunday, October 9, 2016

The List (Unfinished)











Pinching myself did not help me to wake up before. I'm almost afraid of trying to get up and do something.  I was sure I had woken up from a dream, but I could have been lucid dreaming.  If that's the case, I don't know why I couldn't wake up before.  Then again, dying from an illness is never easy, and your body could possibly go through things you've never done before.  What I'm looking around at almost seems real, although I cannot be sure.

I look around to see I'm in an unfamiliar room.  In all my dreams before, I was in familiar places--Well, except from falling from the sky and landing in the water.  I don't know why that happened--but this place is different.

The walls are a sky blue color, with white chalk drawings all over the walls.  They look like symbols of some sort.

I have a zephyr feeling when I turn my head to see Chase.

I asked him if this was another dream, and he told me no. He said something about being up, up, and away like the Superman saying.

When I asked him what he meant, he told me how I'm on a spirit mountain of some sort. It's like another realm, and how it'll protect me from the fake Cristi for the time being.

"Come on moon child. You're so far away tonight."

I hear Moonchild by Chris Cornell playing in the background.

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DJ




















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Sunday, September 25, 2016

Heartbreak


Ecrits Blogophilia Week 32.9 Topic: “Fast Cars, Big Guns, Hot Nights!”
Bonuses:
Hard (2 pts): Use a quote from Malcolm Gladwell

Heartbreak

Estelle believed that if you work hard enough and assert yourself, and use your mind and imagination, you can shape the world to your desires.  But that was also a time when she was a little girl, and as we all know as children, we believe anything can possibly happen.

Estelle always imagined her life to be going places, and she really was going places.  She got married young.  She was madly in love with him.  But as the years passed, their love turned from a romantic love, to a platonic love.

Then one day, Estelle felt a pair of eyes on her.  She looked up to notice someone staring at her.  She wasn't sure what to make of it as she hadn't had a feeling like that in years since she married her husband.

For just a moment, Estelle had that fast cars, big guns, and hot nights kind of feeling.  But she knew it was just her imagination running wild.

For one thing, she was still married, and that meant a lot to her--even if their relationship was forever platonic.  For another, that guy never gave her the time of day, and if he was interested in her, he never acted like it.

Feeling like she had been abandoned in a desert, she had come to grips with her own reality. She would never be loved that kind of way ever.  It was alright for her.  She thought about it some bit and forced herself to look on the bright side.  At least she got to live to be 30 before she became washed up and unloved.

The truth was she never accepted this.  She cried every night to sleep wondering why God would be so cruel to her.  Eventually she died of a heartbreak, and so, this is how it goes.

DJ






















http://thethinkywriter.blogspot.com/2016/09/329.html


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Sunday, September 18, 2016

Random Pics and Quote 1

DJ








I like the pictures, so I'll keep this blog. As for the rest of this, it shall be deleted. I won't be defeated because someone thinks my writing is crap. It's just one person...compared to a few others who actually read my work.  I worked really hard in creating that story. I can't let myself get shaken down by it.  I have to stop being so sensitive.  But that's how I am.  I write because I'm sensitive.  Life bothers me. It's hard. I hate being lonely all the time.  It's just something I've grown used to!  Some day I'll pick this back up and replace it with an actual story (Maybe), but today is not the day.

DJ





http://thethinkywriter.blogspot.com/2016/09/319.html


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Sunday, September 11, 2016

In The Dark



A drabble, by Diana Jillian



The only things she sees in the dark of night are the pale people, and a statue of the angel.
The pale people all stop to talk to her, and she talks to them. They all thought she babbled before, but now they understand.

They're here for a reason, though they can't recall why. They know where they reside; and it's very far away, so they stay with her.

On a road to nowhere, she tries to recall her life. She remembers, and is in shock. Her mind is now present.

For she's the immortal, Lila; queen of the underworld!

9/11/16

Saturday, August 20, 2016

The List: 16


You can read chapters 1-15 by clicking here.









 




Chapter 16

  I feel so weightless, almost as if I'm floating down below into a velvety underground of some sort.  I feel like I've been here all through the night, pondering on when I'm going to land.  Only, I'm not landing.  This confirms my suspicion that I am still dreaming.  I haven't even landed yet.  In most cases, I would have landed by now.
  Maybe I'm already dead, and I'm heading into the underworld.  Or maybe I slipped into another coma.  Either way, I'm gonna let it roll.

♪♫All through the night♪♫
♪♫♪They have forgotten what by day they lack♪♫♪
♫♪♫Oh under those white street lamps♫♪♫
♫♫♪♫There is a little chance they may see♫♪♫♫

  The song is playing in my head.  I just wish there was some kind of way I can wake up from all of this. What are the odds to have a dream within a dream?
  It looks like I'm finally landing.  I have no idea what this dream will bring.

To Be Continued...

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Written by ©Diana Jillian




DJ
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Thursday, July 14, 2016

The List: Fifteen

Blogophilia, Week 23.9

Rumors of Revenge (Jessica)
Use a quote from To Kill a Mockingbird (Doris)

"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-Until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."

Include variances of the lyric, "I'm a little teapot." (Irene)


Picture: (Christopher)

I'll be back, my pretty!


The List Chapter Index



Chapter 1                               Chapter 13                           ...

Chapter 2                               Chapter 14                           ...

Chapter 3                               Chapter 15                           ...             ...

Chapter 4                                                             ...                           ...

Chapter 5                                                             ...                           ...

Chapter 6                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 7                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 8                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 9                                                           ...                            ...

Chapter 10                                                         ...                           ...

Chapter 11                                                         ...                            ...

Chapter 12                                                        ...                            ...

THE LIST: CHAPTER 15

Before I get out of bed, I decide to pinch myself just in case this is a dream as well.  I really, honestly thought I was in the park just moments ago talking to Chase, but I was severely wrong.

I don't understand these boys and what they truly want from me.  No one really has bothered to even talk to me.  All I got were eyes from Xander, and Chase only appears to me in my dreams.  What if my dreams were real?

I once read somewhere that angels can communicate with you in your dreams.  I'm a little confused about what it all means.  I hear a teapot whistling, and I head out of my room to see what's going on.  I see Nora pouring some tea for Smith.

They both take a look over at me, but then proceed on with their conversation.  They both seemed to have looked right through me.

"Nora?"  I ask.

"They can't see you.  They can't even hear you."  I hear a voice say.  I turn around because I recognize the voice.  It's Cristi.

"What's going on?"  I ask.

"Oh, don't play stupid with me," she replies.  "I know you've been with that angel boyfriend of yours."

I look closer into her eyes and notice something is off with them.  They're not the emerald color I remember her having.  And after--apparently witnessing--I had possibly gone to a supernatural school, I know that anything is possible.

"You're not Cristi," I say.

"I take it back," she says.  "Maybe you're not so stupid after all."

"Who are you?"

"That's not important," she answers.  "Cristi is almost dead, which is kind of ironic considering she is a vampire and all.  The point is she will desiccate if you don't do what I want.  Not only will she die, but I will reap her soul.  And if you still won't cooperate, I'll go after everyone else you care about.  Including your cousin, Ame.  Then I'll work my way to your boyfriend, Xander, and you're other boyfriend--"

She takes a pause and looks back at me.  "Just how many boyfriends do you have?"  She asks.  "You know what?  It doesn't matter.  They're all going to die."

"What do you want from me?" I ask briskly.

"You mean, what do I want besides for you to die?"  She answers.  "I thought it was pretty simple.  I want your powers, as you've seemed to have wasted them."

I scoff weakly.  "I don't have any powers."

"You're dying, right?"  She asks quietly.  "I need to get those powers of yours before you die."

"Have you lost your mind?" I just look at her funny.  I'm too weak to run from her.  "I'm dying because I have cancer.  If I had powers, I could cure myself."

"Is that what your so-called family told you?"  She gives me a look that says she knows something I don't.  Even if I do listen to what she's saying, she's still a villain.  Bad people will pretty much say anything to get what they want.

"Who do you think I am?"  I play into her game.  I remember Ame telling me the rumors of the students missing.  Now I realize this being--who looks like Cristi--is the one behind all of this.  There is no way she can be the only one.  She is angry--or crazy--and wants revenge.

"I think," she pauses.  "No. I know you're a powerful witch."

"Okay," I reply.  "Say I am a witch.  What are you going to do with my powers?  I mean, you seem pretty powerful already for a reaper."

"I'll give you some more points for knowing I'm a reaper and not a shape-shifter," she speaks.  I thought it was only in movies where the bad guys spill all their info on what they'll do next.

Reapers are supposed to be kind beings.  They change form to comfort the being who's in transition.  They're angels who reap souls only so the souls can move on to the next phase of whatever they're supposed to move on to.  From the looks of things, this reaper went rogue.

"What if I climbed into your skin?" She asks, interrupting my thoughts. I give her a look of disgust, but she ignores it.

"'You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-Until you climb into his skin and walk around.'"

"You're quoting To Kill a Mockingbird," I question.

"Well I did reap her soul," she replies.  "I know all their thoughts and feelings.  You're next on my list, but not just yet."

Within an instant, I am on my private plane.  I notice I'm sitting in one of the seats, and we are high above ground.  I have the sudden feeling that while I'm not in Kansas anymore, I'm not in Oz either.  I'm somewhere in between.

"This is better," fake Cristi speaks to no one in general.  "I can get your powers from you and no one will interrupt us.  Then I can make everything look like an accident."

I know I'm dying, but this is not how I ever thought I would go down.  Literally down.  She's going to make it look like I took the plane, and make it look like I got into an accident.  I don't see what the problem is?  Couldn't she have just taken this power she thinks I have, and just let me die in peace?

"This won't take long," she pauses.  I look up to see not only is she frozen, but so is the plane.  I am mid-air, frozen in time, on a plane.

"You have to get out of here," I turn around to see one of Xander's friends talking to me.  It's that boy Will, with the crew cut.  He looks like a soldier, and that's the moment it hit me.  I knew fake Cristi wasn't alone.  She had someone to help her.  She has herself a soldier; a reaper.

I look over at him.  "I don't understand," I say.  "What is going on?"

"There is no time to explain," he looks at me with his baby blue eyes.  "Time won't stand frozen for long.  She's getting powerful." He places a backpack on my shoulders.  I put my arms through the loops as he gestures to me.  He tightens the front for me.

"I'm going to make it look like you froze time and knocked me out." He opens the emergency door to let me out.  "You must go."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Please find Cristi for me," he replies.  Suddenly it was clear to me.  It seems as though fake Cristi has hidden the real Cristi, and Will really likes her.

I nod as I jump out the plane.

I start free falling through the clouds, and then I notice the wind.  Time is back on, and I have to dive down further before I can pull the cord.

I guess I can scratch skydiving off my list.




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DJ
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Sunday, July 3, 2016

The List: Fourteen

No guesses this week.  The challenge this week really stumped me! LOL...

To catch up:
Chapter 1              Chapter 8
Chapter 2              Chapter 9
Chapter 3              Chapter 10
Chapter 4              Chapter 11
Chapter 5              Chapter 12
Chapter 6              Chapter 13
Chapter 7

Misty Minnesota Morning
"I See Dead People"
Incorporate a Simon & Garfunkel Song Title
"Sound of Silence"


Picture:

After a lot of research, it's a stone carving of the Roman God, Mercury.
You can find this stone carving at Penn Station.

If this was a misty Minnesota morning
I'd have been informed without warning
Misty Florida mornings are all I find


Fourteen

"I've been here all this time," I find myself say.

"No," he replies.  "Your nanny cloaked  you from me."

"Then how are you seeing me now?"

"You're willing it, I suppose.  Magic is a very funny thing sometimes."

I just stare at him.  I had so many plans, and I at least thought--Well, I guess it doesn't matter now.  I give a sigh and speak.

"I'm ready to go," I say.

Chase gives me a strange look.  "Go where?"

"To wherever it is you go after you die.  That's why you're here, right?"

He tilts his head to the side, picks it back up.

"Although," I say before  he can say anything. "Why did you save me back at the bookstore then?"

"What?"  I can see he's trying to play it off.

"My parents are scientists.  They would do anything to keep me alive.  I know about demons and monsters like vampires.  I know about angels, and I know about reapers.  You're here to take me, and I'm ready to go."

He walks up to me and wipes a tear from my eye.  I didn't realize I started to tear up.  I look down because I feel embarrassed about crying in front of anyone.

"Is that what you think?"  I look up into his eyes.

"Then why are you here?"  I look around and still see everything frozen.  "Why is everything still frozen?"

"We're in an in between world," he replies.  "One where time stands still enough for me to talk to you."

"You want to talk?"  I question him.  What is it with these guys and never wanting to say anything until months later.  "Don't you usually avoid me?"

"I didn't want to freak you out," he admits.  "I know the kind of person you are, Kalura.  I know of your plans.  I know about your list."

I shoot him a look.  "Have you been the one who has been sending me those cryptic messages?"

"No," he says as if he knows what I'm talking about.  Xander had no idea that someone else was sending me messages until I said something about it.  "And that's what I wanted to warn you about.  You're in danger."

I scoff.  "What's more dangerous than dying?"

"Take a look around you, Kalura."  I look around.  "Do you see those people walking around?"

I notice there are people walking around.  They seem like they're in some kind of a trance; they're not paying attention to me.

"You can believe in life and death," I focus my eyes back to him talking.  "You can believe in monsters and angels.  But you can't believe in an afterlife?"

I look away from him, and look back around.  "So what you're telling me is I'm seeing dead people right now?"

"It's more than that," he replies.  "It's what you don't hear."

"I hear sounds of," I pause in my words.  "I hear a sound of--"  I trail off.

"Silence," Chase finishes the sentence I couldn't think to say.

I look around some more and notice a few things other than how silent this in between world is.  I watch as the people are walking in a fog.  They seem lost, and they keep circling around a statue.  I walk closer to the statue.

"That's Mercury," Chase says to me.  "He was considered to be the Roman God that lead others into the underworld."

I look back at him.  "Are you telling me there's an actual underworld?"

"Well, it's more like how Shakespeare refers to it as purgatory.  These people are supposed to be in purgatory until they're ready to move on to the next phase."

"But they don't seem to be moving on," I find myself say.

"No one is meant to be on this plane for too long.  Only the crows, and the angel that used to stand guard."

"Where's the angel now?"

"My best guess is he was turned into that statue."

"Let me see if I can wrap my brain around this," I begin.  "There are lost souls, an angel has been turned to stone, and no one can get into the underworld, or purgatory as it's called."

"Yes," he replies.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you can help us."

"I can't help you?"

Chase looks at me with concern.  "Why's that?"

"Because I have no special powers," I start building a list in my head.  "Because I have about a month left of life in me if I'm lucky.  Because--"

"Because you are more powerful than you realize," he interrupts my list.

"No," I say in a weak tone.  "No I am not."

"Would you just humor me then?"  He looks at me with his green eyes.  "Please?"

I look away.  I don't even know what to say.  I've already tried telling him I don't know a thing on how I could help him at all.

"Why don't you just think of it as adding it to the list of things you want to accomplish?"

I look back at him because it reminds me to ask him.  "How exactly do you know about my list?"

"I'm an angel," he replies.  "I was sent to help you, believe it or not.  I have no intention of hurting you, nor do I plan on letting you get hurt."

"If you're here to protect me, then why do you need my help?"

"You will eventually see if you say you'll help me."

"Could you be anymore vague?"  I look at him in confusion.

"We can't talk here anymore," he says.

He gently grabs my head and kisses my forehead.  I close my eyes and open them to find myself in my own bed.

I get out of bed assuming everything that just happened, was all just a dream.

©Diana Jillian
*****
DJ
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Wednesday, June 29, 2016

The List: Chapter Index

The List Chapter Index



Chapter 1                               Chapter 13                               ...

Chapter 2                               Chapter 14                           ...

Chapter 3                               Chapter 15                             ...                           ...

Chapter 4                                                             ...                           ...
 
Chapter 5                                                             ...                           ...

Chapter 6                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 7                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 8                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 9                                                           ...                            ...

Chapter 10                                                         ...                           ...

Chapter 11                                                         ...                            ...

Chapter 12                                                        ...                            ...



The List: Thirteen

Guesses posted next to titles...

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 19.9 Topic: 

The Fight of Your Life (Doris)

Bonuses:

Hard (2 pts) : Quote Eva Gabor (Dave)
"The only thing you have to know are your words."

Easy (1 pt) : Use the phrase ‘are you ready to rumble’ (Tyler)

Picture: Jessica

To Catch Up:

Chapter 1              Chapter 2                    Chapter 3

Chapter 4              Chapter 5                    Chapter 6

Chapter 7              Chapter 8                    Chapter 9

Chapter 10            Chapter 11                  Chapter 12

Chapter Thirteen:

Another month has passed.  This time I didn't get sick or anything.  Instead, I was catching up on the month I've missed while I was sick.  I found myself catching up on school work, and gradually working myself up to jogging again.  So far, I've been walking very briskly.

Smith says he doesn't mind walking, although I can see him jogging in place.  I hope to eventually get to where I once was.  It doesn't matter how much longer I may or may not have on this earth, I have to make the most of it no matter what.

You're in the fight of your life, I mentally tell myself.  It is important, Kalura, you do whatever it takes to get through this thing called life.  Are you ready to rumble?

Indeed I am. I won't go down without a fight.  There was a quote that says, "The only thing you have to know are your words."  If I keep having my faith, and I keep on fighting the fight, I should be alright.  Xander convinced me of that the day we were at the Dali museum.

He convinced me to give school another chance.  I told him I'd try, and that is why I'm walking the park today.  I thought I would at least see him here, but that's alright.  I suppose I'll see him later.  I keep on walking, and that's when I notice something is different.

It's almost as if everything has stopped.  The trees stopped blowing.  The squirrels stopped running around.  I turn to look at Smith, who is two steps behind me, and frozen apparently.  I'm not even sure what's going on.  I walk over to Smith to see what's going on.

"You are like finding a needle in a haystack."  A voice says to me.  I turn around to see Chase standing in front of me.

I think I know where this is going.

Written by ©Diana Jillian

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DJ
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Thursday, June 23, 2016

The List: Twelve

Sorry in advance..I have no guesses this week!

18.9 White Lightning
Mention a Salvador Dali work of art
The Persistence of Memory (1931)









Visions of Eternity (1936-1937)



Include having something to do with a wedding.
Picture:




To Catch up:

Click here to catch up! :)

I'll post the link to the chapters here...So It's a link within a link. I'm a little tired this week!




THE LIST
Chapter Twelve

I've been pretty much sleeping for the past month.  I wouldn't exactly call it a coma as I was able to get up to use the bathroom, and eat, and shower; I was pretty much out of it for the duration of the month though.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep for a month was seeing Chase's face, which I believe it was a figment of my imagination.  Why would he have been there in New Orleans trying to help me?

He was the guy that referred me as the new wine, or new chick.  I can't recall right now.  I barely know the guy.  He also shied away when Cristi introduced me to her and Xander's group of friends.  He pretty much acted like I was the last person he wanted to see.  But that day, I know I saw him.

I had never seen eyes so green.  They were green and clear; almost like the ocean here on the Gulf.  His hair is a sandy-blonde color.  When you can see his eyes through his hair, you can see his green ocean eyes.  He also doesn't look very much like a hockey player.

He looks more like a surfer. Then again, all of Xander's hockey playing buddies look like they belong elsewhere.  There is one boy, Will, who looks like he's ready for the Marines.  He sports a crew cut, and he looks like he's ready for battle.  None of them make me feel the way I do when I'm around Xander though.

I know he's been here to the house while I was in and out of consciousness.  I know he knows my secret by now.  He can't be that clueless.  I'm sure Nora has said something to him.  I'm also sure he knows why I can never be in a relationship with him; we can only be friends.  If there is one thing I know after being unconscious for a month, I know I have to face my reality.

The truth is I'm seventeen and dying.  I thought I'd at least make it to eighteen, but it will be a miracle if I make it to new years the way I'm going.

I was diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia when I was twelve years old.  My parents were so sure they would have found the cure by now because that's what they do.  They're scientists.  Not all scientists have the answers that are out there.  It still didn't stop my parents from trying.

They even went as far to find folklore to help me.  Believe it or not, but there are actual monsters out there that you know nothing about.  They take on human form; they blend into society, and you would never know the difference.  My parents tried to give me the blood of a creature before.  It's been said to have healing abilities.  Sadly, the blood didn't work, and I was rushed to a hospital to get it pumped out of me.

They also tried using Nora for help.  Nora studies witchcraft.  Her specialty is in hoodoo.  Even her potions aren't powerful enough.  But they've been enough for me to live as long as I have.  So far, I've been on clinical trials for over a year now.  Chemo stopped working on me.  While my hair is growing, it's not growing as fast as hair would for a normal person.

My hair does seem a bit longer these days.  Maybe I only think it's growing slow because I was practically bald a year ago.  I know hair takes time to grow; I become impatient sometimes.  I give myself a mental shake and decide to get out of bed, only to find a pair of hands on my arms, trying to help me up.

I look up and notice a pair of aqua eyes staring at me.  I break away from his stare, and motion to him that I'm okay to stand alone.

"Hi," Xander says

"Hi," I reply

I look out my window, and notice it's early daylight.  I look for my alarm clock and see it's seven-thirty in the morning.

"What day is it?"  I ask.

"Thursday."

"Shouldn't you be in school?"

"I should," he begins.  "But I'm not."

"Xander--"

"Before you go any further," he interrupts me.  "I wanted to be here because I had a feeling you would wake up today."

"Why would you say that?"

He gives a look that tells me if he says anything, he might think I'll think it's preposterous.  But I know different.  I would believe anything in this day and age.

"I figure we have a whole day to ourselves," he says ignoring my question.  "Is there anything local you hadn't put on your list you want to see?"

"How do you know about my list?"

"I've been visiting you every day for a month now.  It's kind of hard not to notice these things."

I look around the room for a bit.

"Besides," I look back towards him.  "Nora, Ame, and Cristi had mentioned something of it before."

"Then you know I'm dying, right?"  I want to make sure he knows.

"Yes," he responds.

"Then I don't understand why you would want to be here."

"Why wouldn't I want to be here?"

"Because you have all eternity, and I have maybe a month or so left in me."

"Eternity," he exclaims.  "Why would you say that?"

"Because you have a very long life ahead of you.  Both you and Cristi do."

"Then you know?"

I look down.  "Yes."

"How?"

"My parents are scientists," I tell him.  "They would do anything to keep me alive.  If the reaper wants me, I can't stop him or her."

"Don't talk like that."

"It's the truth though.  I've been denying it for far too long now."  I look up at him.  "I just want to know one thing."

"What's that?"

"You and Cristi aren't the only ones, right?  There's more of you.  Am I right?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I heard from Ame that students have been missing.  Cristi seems like she struggles with what she is.  I don't think she's capable," I trail off.  "And you seem normal."

"We get blood bags," he says softly.  I can tell he's embarrassed about this.  I decide to change the subject.

"The Salvador Dali Museum in Tampa," I say.

"What?"  I can tell I've thrown him for a loop.

"You asked me if there was anything that wasn't on my list I would like to go to locally.  I have been wanting to go to the Salvador Dali Museum in Tampa."

"Well, then, that's where we'll go."

"I'll get dressed and have the car pulled up."

"No need," he says.

"Why's that?"

"You get dressed," he begins.  "And I'll make the driving arrangements."

"Alright," I answer.

He leaves the room, and I'm left alone to get dressed.  I know Smith won't let me off the hook that easy.  He has a mission to protect me until my dying breath.  My thoughts are interrupted as there's a knock on my door.

"Come in," I answer.

The door opens and it's Nora.  She comes over to hug me.

"I'm so glad you're awake," she says to me.  "I worked my magic, and here you are.  How are you feeling, child?"

"I feel surprisingly well," I answer.  "Wait.  Just what kind of magic did you do?"

"Oh, it was nothing much.  Just a little something to heal you for awhile."

"Just promise me that when I die, you won't try to bring me back."

"You are not going to die," she tries to assure me.  "You're young.  You'll live a long time."

"No," I respond.  "Just please," I beg.  "Promise me."

"I promise."  She gives me another hug and goes to leave the room.  "I made you breakfast before you leave."

I don't even get a chance to ask her anything else.  She walks out of my room and closes the door behind her.

I head over to my closet, and put an outfit together.  It often gets cold in museums, so I'll need to wear something that will keep me warm.  I pick out a pair of jeans and a pink t-shirt.  I have a long pink and white chevron-styled sweater I decide to wear as well.  I put on my socks and pink Converse, and I head over to my vanity dresser to work on my hair and makeup.  I head into the dining room for breakfast.
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Breakfast was pretty much quiet, and now I'm sitting in Xander's car as we are on our way to the museum in Tampa.  I was surprised Xander managed to talk Smith into letting the two of us go alone, but for some reason, Smith trusts that Xander will help me if I need it.

I don't know why Xander has been around me all this time.  I've been trying to think if the roles were reversed, but I think I would probably do the same.  Then again, that's who I am in nature.  I wonder if I were an immortal creature, would my thoughts and feelings change?  That is something I will never learn the answer to.

I try to take my mind off all this morbid thinking by looking at Xander's playlist.  I notice the song, White Lightning and Wine is on there.

"You listen to Heart?"  I ask him.

"Yeah," he says.  "They're awesome.

"I had no idea you listen to old music like me."

"I listen to everything," he admits.

"Me too."

Our ride to Tampa's been pretty interesting so far.  We start noticing his playlist is playing a theme.  After White Lightning and Wine ends, The Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks begins.

♪♫♫♪"Thunder rolls and the lightning strikes..."♪♫♪♫

We're getting a pretty good laugh out of it.  The song ends, and Thunderstruck by AC/DC comes on.  The song ends, and a new song comes on.  It finally has nothing to do with thunder or lightning.  The rest of the ride is all about the music and bands we like.  It turns out we have a lot more in common than I realized.
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The museum is fascinating!  There are so many art pieces, it's hard to decide which one I like the best.  One that sticks out with me is a painting called The Persistence of Memory.  Maybe Dali had issues with time like I do now.  I observe it a little bit when another painting catches my eye.

I walk over to it and find it's called Visions of Eternity.  The painting looks warm and inviting.  It just looks peaceful.  The surrealism of the artwork is making me realize my own mortality, and every thought comes pouring into my brain again.

I feel a pair of hands rubbing up and down my shoulders.  I look up and see Xander with a look of worry on his face.

"What's wrong?"  He asks me.

"It just dawned on me," I find myself say.  I stare deeply into the painting.  "I'll be lucky if I live to see New Years.  I'll never make it to prom, and forget about my own wedding."  I stop speaking and look down at the ground.

"You'll live," he speaks.  "You'll live longer than you realize."

I give a faint smile.  "A month is the longest I've ever slept.  My body is starting to give out on me."  I turn around and look at him.  "Do you know what I never put on my list?"

"What's that?"

"I never put on there getting a boyfriend or falling in love.  I never put those things on my list because deep down, I knew.  And I didn't want to drag someone through my dramatic lifestyle, but here we are.  I've somehow managed to drag you in."

"But I want to be here."

"Why?"

"Because when you get a feeling inside that tells you someone is the right person for you, you do whatever you can to never let it go.  That is what I intend to do."

Before I can say any more, he leans in and kisses me.
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Sunday, June 5, 2016

The List: Eleven


Bending the Rules (????  Yeah, no idea who came up with the title)

Quote Steve Prefontaine (Jay)
"To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift."


Incorporate a Blink-182 lyric in your blog (Irene)
"The angel from my nightmare"
Song: I Miss You


Picture:


3.) PIC SUBMISSION: BARB
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To Catch Up:

THE LIST: CHAPTER LINKS

Chapter 1               Chapter 6
Chapter 2               Chapter 7
Chapter 3               Chapter 8
Chapter 4               Chapter 9
Chapter 5               Chapter 10

Chapter Eleven

Nora was right about her sister not wanting to keep the visitation for long.  We wound up taking the private plane from Saint Louis to New Orleans.  I was welcomed into Nora's family with open arms.  It had been awhile since I had seen them.

Nora's parents wanted me to stay, but I knew Nora wanted some alone time with them, so Smith and I set out down the streets, and now I'm in a book store with a coffee shop.  I decide while I have the time, I should probably try to get ahead on my school work.  I should be doing that, but instead, I'm starting over.

My computer somehow shut down in a way, I have to reboot the whole system.  It's going to take some time before it starts back up, and so I decide to look around for a book to read.  I stop by a book called The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler.  I remember watching the Noir film before, but never got the chance to read the book.  I decide to take the book to read it.

I head to the register to pay for the book, and I sit back down by my computer.  An hour later and half way through my book, I notice my computer is making a beeping noise.  I quickly mark the page I'm on with a bookmark and I plug my headphones into the laptop so I don't disturb the customers in here.  I look up from my little world and notice Smith is nowhere to be found.

I give a shrug and put my headphones on.  Chances are he's probably in the bathroom.  I put on my playlist and head to the school's forum to get my assignments.  I miss you by Blink-182 starts playing as I get a message.

It's from someone named AX_Turns0204.  I have a feeling I know who it is.  I have two options:  I could either answer it and engage in conversation, or I could ignore it and risk this person to keep on contacting me.  For some reason, I choose option A.  I open the text:

AX_Turn0204: Hey, Kalura!  It's me, Xander.
KR_Wise0717: Hello Xander.
AX_Turn0204: What's the R stand for?
KR_Wise0717: Rain.
AX_Turn0204: Oh.

I get another chime just as I was ready to x out of the website.  I figure I'll do my homework another time.

AX_Turn0204:  So, how come you're in New Orleans?

I gasp.  I was meaning to text Cristi and Ame about my plans for Saint. Louis, however I never got around to texting them, and I never even mentioned New Orleans.  Once we got on the plane, I kind of fell asleep.  I didn't wake up until we arrived in Saint Louis and by then, it completely slipped my mind.  Until now.

AX_Turn0204:  Cristi told me.  She was trying to get a hold of you, and when she couldn't, she got a hold of your cousin.  And when your cousin couldn't get a hold of you, she called your nanny, Nora.  I didn't know Ame is your cousin.

I look away from my computer and grab my phone out of my bag.  Sure enough, both Cristi and Ame were trying to call me.  I look some more and see I have a text message from a nine-four-one number.

KR_Wise0717:  Did you try to send me a text?
AX_Turn0204:  No.  I don't have your number.

I decide to change the subject.

KR_Wise0717:  Nora had a family emergency.  I decided to go with her.
AX_Turn0204:  And miss the homecoming dance.
KR_Wise0717:  There will be other dances.
AX_Turn0204:  I was going to ask you to the dance.
KR_Wise0717:  I was planning on going solo.
AX_Wise0717:  I was at least hoping you would have said yes.
KR_Wise0717:  You don't even know me though.

I don't even know why I just wrote that.  In all fairness, it is the truth.

AX_Turn0204:  But I'd like to get to know you.

I don't want to get into an argument with someone I barely know.  I've been going to school now for over a month, and yet he's barely said two words to me since I've been in school.  I get those odd stares and that's about it.

I hear another bleep in my ears.  I read on.

AX_Turn0204:  Haven't you been receiving my letters?
KR_Wise0717:  You mean to tell me that was you who was sending me all those cryptic notes?
AX_Turn0204:  I highly doubt asking you to meet me at a coffee shop and signing my name is cryptic.
KR_Wise0717:  So you mean to tell me you weren't the one sending me a note telling me what's on your list, and then placing them in my backpack?
AX_Turn0204:  Nope.  I've been putting them in your locker.  Number 214.
KR_Wise0717:  My locker number is 215.

There is enough silence on the other end.  There's so much, I can't help but to laugh.  At least I know it wasn't Xander who has been sending me those cryptic notes.  Although if it's not him, I wonder if I need to worry about having a real stalker on my hands.

I give myself a mental shake.  I have to cut right to the chase.  I start typing.

KR_Wise0717:  Xander.  We can never happen.
AX_Turn0204:  Why not?
KR_Wise0717:  There are personal reasons that I should tell in person rather than over a school chat room.
AX_Turn0204:  Okay then.  I'll wait.  When do you get back?
KR_Wise0717:  Sometime next week.

I shut off the computer before Xander can ask me anything else.  I unplug my headphones from the computer and I put on my iPod, which surprisingly enough, I Miss You is playing again.  I put my computer in my bag as the intro plays, and I stand up to look for Smith.

I think I stood up too fast because I'm feeling a bit faint.  I try to shrug it off as best as possible and continue looking throughout the store for Smith.  It's important that I remain persistent, and it's important to ignore the faint feeling.

"To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift."  I have to give my best at all times.  I think today might be a good day to bend the rules for myself a bit.  My head is spinning so fast.

♪♫♪♫Hello there.  The angel from my nightmare...♪♫♪♫

I feel like I'm on a wobbly bridge and I can't seem to balance.  It's like someone is jumping up and down, and I'm getting more nauseous by the minute.  I can feel myself collapsing but someone catches me.  I look up to expect Smith catching me, but it's not.

It's Chase, Xander's friend.  I must really be hallucinating.




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Monday, May 30, 2016

The List: Ten

The List: Ten

To catch up:

THE LIST: CHAPTER LINKS

Chapter 1               Chapter 6
Chapter 2               Chapter 7
Chapter 3               Chapter 8
Chapter 4               Chapter 9
Chapter 5               Chapter 10




Guesses next to topics and under picture...

No One Will Guess It Was Me (Lisa)
Include 3 cities of Missouri (Kim)
Incorporate the words "baklava cheesecake" in your blog (Lynn)




The Piano Man?  Guess: Jay?












Sometimes in life, things don't often go as you planned them out.  Sometimes better opportunities come along.  Today just so happens to be one of those situations.

I was supposed to go to the homecoming dance tonight, but Nora has to leave town.  She says she has to go to to Missouri to visit her older sister.  I decided to go with her.

St. Louis, MO

"Child, you don't have to go with me," Nora told me.

"I know," I remembered saying.  "But it's not often you get a chance to go to Branson."

"No," she interrupted.

"Kansas City."

She shook her head.  "Nope."

"Um, Saint Louis."

Kansas City, MO

Branson, MO





She smiled.  "Now you got it!  But that still doesn't mean I want to take you away from the dance tonight."

"There will be other dances, you know," I told her.

"Yes," she answered.  "But going to the homecoming dance was something on your list.  Why would  you want to waste that by going with me?"

"Traveling the country also happens to be on my list as well," I reminded her.

 I could tell she felt guilty, and so I softened up the deal.  "I'll tell you what," I began.  "I will go into my room and make a list of pros and cons.  If my pros of traveling weigh more than my cons--and I'm pretty sure they will--then I will go with you to Saint Louis.  If not, I'll stay here at some boring-old traditional dance."

I figured by adding that last part, she would consider letting me make a pros and cons list of why I should or shouldn't go.  She bit her lip and agreed, which is why I am packing to get ready for a road trip.  Well, not really a road trip.  It's more of a plane trip because I don't do well on long car rides.

I used to be able to go on long car rides, but my body has grown sensitive over the past few years.  I get nauseous easily if I'm in a car longer than five hours.  A plane ride should be no more than three hours or so.  Either way, I figure I could use the time to text Ame and Cristi to tell them I won't be going to the dance tonight.

I know what will happen if I were to tell them something right now.  They would try to stop me.  Nora is trying to stop me from going, which is why I left the room to pack after I mentioned what was on my list.  I set up everything, and the driver will be ready in about fifteen minutes to take us to the airport.

I don't know what the weather will be like, but I decide to pack some sweaters with my clothing anyway.  Living down here in southern Florida, I get cold easily.  Half the time I have to walk outside just to thaw out.  I only take a few days worth.  I figure I can wash my clothes in a laundromat if we stay longer.

I have a feeling Nora wants to stay longer, and that she wants to take a trip to New Orleans to see the rest of her family.  It's been a few years since she's seen her parents.  I wheel my suitcase out of my room, and place it by the door.  I enter into the kitchen because I smell something sweet.

I see as Nora is taking a cheesecake out of the fridge.  She places it in a pastry box.

"You're bringing cheesecake," I ask.

"Not just any cheesecake," she answers.  "Baklava cheesecake.  I want to bring this home to my parents."
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"But won't we be in Saint Louis for a while?"

"No," she answers quickly.  "I know my sister.  She's so dramatic sometimes, and we never get along for too long.  Trust me, in a few hours, we'll be in New Orleans.  I hope you are prepared to do some homework from there.  I want to stay at least a week."

The best part of being in a school in this day and age is you can catch up on school online.  Attendance isn't an issue as long as you participate in online discussions and turn in your assignments on time.  Besides, I don't think anyone will notice my absence.

I might be on the cheer team, but Ame keeps me in the back for safe keeping.  She's a bit too over-protective sometimes.  I guess she feels like I will drown, but I believe in hope.  I think I would float in deep waters.

"Are you ready to go?" I look up to see Nora asking me a question. I didn't realize I was so lost in thought.

I give a smile.  "Definitely!  I am so excited to go."

With that, we leave the house and head for the car.  We are off to the airport.


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Sunday, May 29, 2016

Forgotten Hope Chapter Links

Forgotten Hope Chapter Links


Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 (Coming Soon!)

















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