Sharing Saturday Fourteen

It is Sharing Saturday.  Today I will be sharing something slightly unusual. It is not a story, but images.  They are images of projects I have coded using the coding language Python.

I began to learn Python in August of 2017 and I loved for it was intriguing to write a code and have something completely new come out.  At times I was frustrated but I still persevered and I have grown in my skills.

At the end of last year I discovered a special python program that could draw images using color called Turtle.  I immediately fell for it.  Since I could change the colors so much I used the same code and entered different colors to get completely different results.  The images below show this for I have used the same star code, slightly altered, but I changed the colors to create completely new images.

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Sharing Saturday Thirteen

It’s the thirteenth Sharing Saturday and today I will be sharing a poem that is a part of a novel I wrote.  This novel which has no name is the only one that ever went beyond fifty-pages.  The poem is called Himori and tells of an evil Dragon.

Al Del La

Over the mountains

Dwells a beast of evil intentions

Who stalks in the night

To devour every soul


His fire burns

Deep within the dells

He hoards his stash

Those who dare steal

Their pain may never end


Al Del La

Himori is his name

Quiver in fear from that word

Or your doom will soon come


Over the mountains

Dwells a beast

Of evil intentions

Who stalks in the night

To devour every soul

Al Del La

Al Del La

Sharing Saturday Twelve

It’s another week that brings another Sharing Saturday.  Today I will sharing a paragraph from an essay I wrote called Why I Have an Idée Fixe with Writing.  It’s about my journey through writing and what it means to me.

 Writing is more than an action or thought.  It is a process of pouring out one’s soul onto the stark white pages that are soon filled with black letters marching across the page.  It is an escape; a way to see and do things differently.  Once a doorway is opened to welcome writing there is no way to ever go back.  I found that out when my mom opened a wooden door for me and introduced a world from which I would never leave.  That world bloomed into an infatuation.  A dream.  A possibility.  A reality.  That seed that was planted so long ago is now a pine tree that continues to grow infinitesimally every day.

Sharing Saturday Eleven

It’s Sharing Saturday Eleven. Eleven is my favorite number so in honor of that I will be sharing a delicious recipe for Chocolate Peanut Butter Balls. Oh, they are wonderful and every time I make them they are gone within twenty four hours. Make them yourself. You will become addicted like I am.


A cup of powdered sugar

Three tablespoons of butter

Half a cup of Peanut Butter

Baking chocolate

Mix the butter, powdered sugar, and peanut butter together. After mixing, form them into tablespoon sized balls. Let them sit for twenty minutes then dip them into the melted baking chocolate. Add sprinkles if you want to. Wait for them to harden then enjoy. You won’t regret it.


Sharing Saturday Ten

I can’t believe it. It’s the tenth Sharing Saturday.  The weeks have flown by.  I feel like it was only yesterday that I started this post.  I am so excited to continue it.  My first Sharing Saturday can be found Here.  The ninth can be found Here.  Today I am sharing a story regarding a school bully named Zach whose intent is to make the main character’s life miserable.

However, I was their main target.  I was the kid who had humiliated Zach not once, not twice, but three times.  Two had been an accident but one; I still regretted it even if he did deserve it.  For these humiliations Zach was intent upon making my life a living death.  I was constantly late to class because of him but then my teachers didn’t really care what was going on and marked everybody as tardy or absent because they felt like it.  There were no repercussions for this however because our school didn’t care if you only attended one class the entire year as long as this was not reported to any government officials.

Sharing Saturday Nine

It is the ninth Sharing Saturday and today I will share a poem.  It is called Allure.  More of my poems can be seen in previous Sharing Saturdays.

They beckon

But I feel leaden

Unprepared for their pull

Too full

They call

I don’t resist

Sharing Saturday Eight

Another Saturday is here and that means it’s Sharing Saturday.  Today I will be sharing a paragraph from my novel The Spanish that Took my Heart and you can find more of this story on my previous post Sharing Saturday Four.  Your feedback would be greatly appreciated.  Enjoy!

He reached into his pocket and held an object up to the light.  A beautiful sextant!  Its polished compass and circles shimmered in the dimness.  Tiny designs etched into the gold undulated the true soul of the sea.  Precious stones were sprinkled throughout the design. Then I saw it!  The proof I needed.  A tiny, fabled sea dragon that existed in the legends of old and was the secret symbol for Her Majesty, Elizabeth the First.  The dragon was so lifelike it leaped out of the water dressed in a rainbow suit of beautiful greens and blues.  I reached out and traced the imagery.  The detail was magnificent.  I glanced at Crevell for I had seen this only once before, hanging around the neck of the long dead Captain De Linem when I was but a young girl of ten.

Sharing Saturday Seven

It’s another week and another Sharing Saturday.  Today I will be sharing an informative part of an article on methane that I wrote.  It’s not what I normally share but research articles can be just as interesting as stories.  Without further ado….

Methane or CH4 is one of the most plentiful organic compounds in the world.  Made of one carbon molecule and four hydrogen molecules, methane is odorless, colorless, and tasteless.  It’s a natural substance that is produced over time through biological routes, technological processes, and other synthetic means.  Once methane is released into the atmosphere it will last for nine to fifteen years before breaking down completely.

Methane is a potent gas that is released all over the world, from coal mines, sewage treatment plants, landfills, and even natural habitats such as swamps, rivers and volcanoes. About  0.00017% of the atmosphere is made up of methane gas.

Sharing Saturday Six

I’m back with another Sharing Saturday.  Today, I will be sharing a small excerpt from a mostly sarcastic story featuring a man who can’t escape his demons.

He came home everyday at exactly five fifteen pm. Five minutes later he would heat up his tasteless turkey that he kept in the freezer for years on end, then he sat down and stared at he wall while he ate until six. After that he went up to his room and began to count his store of cash for George did not believe in a thing called banks. He believed that they would take his money and he would never have enough to pay off his debt. This debt was according to George owed to a monstrosity called Mecebos who was a demon supposedly sent to torment him. Mecebos was probably only a figment of a mind unhinged but then again who knows what lurks in the realm of possibility.

Sharing Saturday Five

Once again I am back with a Sharing Saturday which I started four weeks ago.  Today I will be sharing the first paragraph from a short story called Timelessness Itself.

It was a cold and dark night.  A storm rumbled, pouring out its tears for all to see.  A woman stumbled around, searching for her car.  She slipped and fell, landing hard, crying out in pain.  That’s when she saw it: a single, blood-red book shone against the dark pavement.  An instant later there was a scream that shattered the night.  Then silence–except for the incessant patter of drops.  The book slowly dissolved.


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