Sharing Saturday Four

The holidays are practically on top of us, so in celebration I will be sharing the first two pages of a novel I recently started.  I am currently calling it The Spanish that Took my Heart.  Enjoy and Happy Holidays to all!!

Chapter One

I couldn’t breath.  My corset was yanked so tight that it was strangling.  It didn’t help that I was surrounded by people.  People in all of their finery and covered in layers of perfume, jewels, makeup, and cloth of every color and design.  I didn’t want to go to this abhorrence called a ball.  I wanted to be at our mansion with the sound of the sea filling my ears and the wind lifting my hair from my shoulders and whisking it into knots.  No corsets.  No encasing dresses.  

Since I was a child I had always loved the sea.  The lapping waves gently rolling onto my feet and in between my toes soothed my restless soul.  When I was younger my father had let me run free–too caught up in grief over my mother’s death.  Every time I asked about my mother he would not tell me a single thing about her.  All I remembered of her was glimpses of her bright brown hair and her blue as the sea eyes which I could see in my own face.  My hair was nothing like hers.  I had inherited my father’s unusual, almost white blonde hair.  I remembered nothing else of her except that she was tall much like myself.  I was taller than most men my father included.

I slipped through the crowd, eager for air, an empty space where I could breath.  I stumbled out of the masses and opened the first handle I found.  It was a library and no one was currently occupying the space.  I sighed and began to relax a little, taking in my surroundings.  The space was cavernous and filled from floor to ceiling with books.  There were comfortable looking sofas which seemed unused and were a dull and hideous color.  I kicked off my shoes and dug my feet into the soft bear’s fur rug could almost be mistaken for sand.   Suddenly a viselike grip held my arm.  Instinctively, I twisted, ducked and placed whoever had gripped me in a chokehold.

“Can you let go, Milady,” a mild voice said.  I complied, recognizing the insolent voice instantly.  

“Crevell,” I hissed.  “You should not of sneaked up on me.  It’s rude.”

“You should not react like that.  Can you hold yourself together, please.”  

I shook my head and stalked towards the closest divan.  “Why are you here?” I said, flopping down into the weepy pillows of the divan.

“I followed you for who could resist such a beauty.” he said.

I gasped and stood.  “How dare you.”

“I am daring to do nothing,” he said.  

I turned and took a deep breath.  I could not let him get to me.  “Leave. Please,” I said.

“But if I complied, then you might never hear the message I have for you.  Oh well. Pity.”  He turned to leave, and I grabbed him.

“Ah, look now who is grabbing who,” he said, peering into my eyes with a challenge.  

I let him go, crossing my arms. “What is the message,” I said as nonchalant as I could despite the rising of my stomach.

“Oh, so you don’t want me to leave, my fair one.”  

An eyebrow of his raised and my lip curled.  An urge to slap him arose.

“Just tell me the message,” I said through gritted teeth.


Sharing Saturday Three

It has been three weeks since I started this wonderful Sharing Saturday at the beginning of December.  See the one that started it all Here.  Now I am back for another one.  This week is a Haiku. Enjoy!

The Light of Hope

The new flower blooms

Shining in a world of grey

A small great beacon

Sharing Saturday Two

I recently started this new post last week.  See it Here.  I am so excited to be sharing my ideas and stories with you all.  I hope you enjoy.  This week I will be sharing the first paragraph of a novel I started.  I would greatly appreciate it if you gave me feedback.  Enjoy!

I‘m strange even though my mom tries to deny it.  I have purple eyes.  Deep purple almost black but acutely purple. My dad never cared and said they made me look pretty and that I was his perfect little girl.  My mom though, was hard on me about them and constantly berated me when I did not wear dark glasses that hid my eyes. That was the only strange thing that happened to me in my fifteen years until the day that everything went haywire.  

Sharing Saturday

I have decided to start sharing some of my own poems and stories with you every Saturday.  I would greatly appreciate if you left comments telling me of what I can improve upon in my stories or poems.  Without further ado we shall start with a poem.  It’s called Farewell.


I bid farewell

A missing spell was put on me

But not long forgotten days

With a time like this

November 11th, A special Day

It’s November eleventh and that means it’s two things.  It’s Veteran’s day and my birthday.

Today is the day we celebrate what men and women throughout the United States history have sacrificed so that we may have the freedom’s we have today.  In fact I wrote a couple of paragraphs commemorating freedom and what it means to me.

When I think of freedom I think of the Constitution of the United States.  In it, Americans are granted basic human rights such as the right to bear arms, the right to free speech, and the right to worship.

Freedom is when people decide to make their own laws and not be subject to a king.  Freedom allows people to live in a phenomenal world full of bravery, love, hope, and standing up for what you believe in.  Freedom is the ability to live a life to one’s liking, including where to live and what school to attend.

Freedom has a cost.  Sometimes wars are fought defending the right to freedom.  Many people past and present have died defending that freedom in wars such as the American Revolutionary War and the Civil War.  We went to war both of these times to have freedom for all people in the United States of America.  

Veterans are people who have served in the military defending their country’s freedoms.  All countries have veterans who fought for their nations’ ideas.  Often times veterans make the ultimate sacrifice:  their lives for freedom.  Veterans fight for their right and for the right of future generations to live how they want to live.  Most will remain nameless.  Most will be forgotten.  But each and every one will have made a difference and changed the world in their efforts.

With freedom comes a responsibility.  To honor the sacrifice veterans have made for our country it is our duty to protect the freedom they have so fiercely won.  We need to participate in the political system by voting.  We need to ensure laws are passed that protect the innocent.  We need to stand up for injustice when we see it.  This can be as small as standing up to a bully in school.

So what does freedom mean to me?  It means everything.

Besides being a day to celebrate veterans and all they have done it is a personal day for me.  It’s my birthday.  To commemorate it I will be sharing some personal pictures below.

I have four cats named Emerald, Tiger, Stardust, and Puma.  The top left picture is of the pumpkin I carved for this Halloween.  The main picture is of me and the bootom left is of me, my sister, and my cousin.

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