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
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.
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.
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.
But I feel leaden
Unprepared for their pull
I don’t resist
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.
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.
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.
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.
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