Creative Writing ~ Random Words

This is Blair. Exactly like her hair, face, dress, place would be like...: “ISLA!”

“ISLA!” the frantic male voice shouted again.

With a huff, Isla Lotus turned around to face her fiancé. Her golden curls were arranged delicately down her back in an intricate display, though her eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance. Simple, ivory fabric created the eighteen-year-old’s dress and buttery rays of sunlight beaming through the arched window, cast a glow onto her fair face. One characteristic, however, that was unlike most, were her eyes.

Isla’s eyes were a hazy, yet brilliant silver. Not grey, silver. When one looked at them, there was almost a sense that they could see into your very soul. See, however, her eyes could not. Isla was blind and had been from the time she was born.

“Jasper,” began Isla, soft voice echoing in the room, “you know not to interrupt my sessions. What is the matter?” She reached out with her magic – the closest Isla would ever get to having an idea of what the world truly looked like – and let it waft over him. :

Jasper shivered. Even after all these years, he could never quite get used to the feeling of cold air that enveloped him when Isla used her magic to “see” her surroundings.

While her magic was not sight, it did afford Isla something most blind people were not privileged to have – a way to see the world. Isla could see the outline of the world in black and white through her magic. It was like a sixth sense that sent images into her mind. However, exerting her magic could often be draining. Which was why she had decided to have daily sessions where she stretched herself, in the hopes that it would increase her endurance.

Suddenly, her normally quiet voice became terrified. “You’re hurt!” She hastily stood to her feet, rushing across the wooden flooring. A blind person – even one with magic – running is not the best idea, as Isla quickly realized.

When she had almost reached him, Isla tripped and would have fallen if Jasper had not reached out to catch her.

“Careful Isla,” soothed Jasper, “And I really am alright. It’s only a scrap here and there. God was watching over me or I surely would not have gotten away.”

Briefly ignoring him, Isla reached her slender hands out to feel his face. She had to be certain that he was not hurt since Jasper had a terrible habit of downplaying any injuries. Her hands brushed over his cheekbones, her right one tingling with a wet substance. Blood…thought Isla, going back to that spot. However, it did not seem to be enough to cause concern, and so she moved on.

Once satisfied, Isla asked worriedly, “What happened Jasper? Who did this to you?”

“I went to make my rounds by the more…exotic creatures, and you will never believe what I found,” answered Jasper, carefully repositioning Isla so that he could retrieve something out of his pocket. He pulled out a thick, creamy envelop with a seal on it.

“What is it?”

“I-I think it may be what you have been dreaming of these past few weeks,” replied Jasper, tone unsure as he broke the seal – handing the letter to his love.

During the last two months, Isla had been having uncannily realistic and clear dreams, more like visions really, of an invention that could enable blind people to read. Could this possibly be what she had been dreaming of?

Isla gasped as she fingered the parchment. Braille…” she murmured awestruck amazement, fingers gliding over the bumpy ridges. Happy tears filled her silver eyes causing them to appear in a sparkling manner as she looked up at Jasper. “Oh, do you know what this could possibly mean? I-I, maybe we could finally have a chance now.”

Smiling tenderly at her, Jasper nodded – embracing her warmly. He let a few seconds pass, before adding, “Darling, that is not all.”

“There’s something else?”

“Outside of the exposition, was a great riot. The central lamppost had been knocked down and the main path was covered with debris. I managed to calm most of them down, but I fear that I might have missed some trespassers.Art-Glass Egg Paperweight in a Gorgeous mix of Purple, Violet & Pink ♥≻★≺♥LoVe! *artist??:

Isla bit her lip in concern. All of the magical creatures they took care of were especially close to her heart, but on particularly so. “Was India…?” she questioned, hoping that her dragon was safe. As a little girl, Isla was given a lavender dragon egg, and ever since, she and India had been kindred spirits.

India was a beautiful deep plum shade in her natural hue, though her magical camouflaging abilities meant that she often was another color or invisible. She had a particular affinity for balloons, an odd quirk for such a massive being.

Knowing how much Isla loved her dragon, Jasper quickly reassured her. “India is perfectly fine. She was the first one I went to check on.”


Tying her phoenix cloak – kept warmed by the bird’s feathers – around her snugly, Isla tensed as her magical senses told her that danger was up ahead. “Be careful, I feel that there is something close by,” she told Jasper, who walked protectively next to her.

The two were on another path, not the main one since that had been ruined. Round stones created the one they were traversing on, and if it were not for the knowledge that Jasper had given her, Isla would have thought that the day could not have possibly gotten lovelier. The breeze swept through the air, making her thankful for her cloak – a gift made even more special by the phoenix allowing her to have some of his feathers.

All of a sudden, Jasper’s voice gasped. “Oh no…”

“What is it? Jasper?” inquired Isla, beginning to feel frustrated by her lack of sight. In this emotion, she did not wait for him to reply and used her magic to “see” what had caught his attention.

Her mouth dropped open. “Oh, the poor dear,” murmured Isla dejectedly, increasing her pace. For a mother elephant and her baby were laying on the ground, the older animal not moving. The baby’s trunk tugged on its mother’s, yet she was still. Worriedly, the smaller one gave a loud cry – perhaps hoping that this would cause his mother to reply.

Jasper shook his head grimly. “The mother is dead,” he told Isla, as gently as he could.

Tears filling her eyes, Isla sniffled. She hated death. Being such a tender soul, Isla had a heart that easily broke for others, and this included animals. “I-I’ll take the baby,” she managed to mumble, stepping forward and calling the younger elephant.

His head lifted up, looking at her. And to no one’s surprise, the elephant – with a last nuzzle to his mother – walked up to Isla. For some, this might seem odd, but Isla Lotus had a gift for communicating with animals. This was one of the reasons why she had started the exposition in the first place: to provide a safe haven for magical creatures, who would otherwise be targeted by wicked sorcerers. They had never had a non-magical animal before, but she was not opposed to it.

“Hello,” greeted Isla, holding out her hand, “I’m Isla. What might your name be?”

The baby tilted his head to the side, trunk coming up gingerly to inspect her hand. Sound coming from his mouth, he looked up at her.

“Kai? That is a wonderful name,” replied Isla, as though this were an ordinary conversation. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I-I’m so sorry about your mother.” She rubbed him comfortingly. “We would like you to stay on with us, if you want to. We have a wonderful lake – full of water, perfect for bubbles. What do you say?”

Bobbing his head up and down, the elephant gave his agreement.

“Oh good!” exclaimed Isla, some anxiety being eliminated now that she knew the baby would be safe. As it bumped into her, she added, “Don’t worry Kai, you’ll be ok. I promise.”

Author note: For my Creative Writing class, we had to create a short story using the below list of random words. And this is what I came up with! 🙂



Creative Writing ~ Forget the “E”

I look into my mirror anxiously, anticipating what would occur. As I do so, I catch sound of my maid of honor hurrying into this room.

“Nora!” Lissy shouts, flashing a grin. “You look stunning! I am loving your hair. Did you know that your mom was a whiz with braids?”

Starting to talk, I was cut off by Lissy’s words.

“And how is it fair, that God thought to grant you with such glorious hair? Look at your curls! C’mon! And such a fabulous color too…cinnamon,” Lissy sighs, “and I got stuck with dumb old straw.” Lissy tugs on a straight strand of hair, as if to show this truth of such a plight.

Laughing, I say, “Oh Lissy, your hair is dazzling.”

My maid of honor tsks, not taking such bait. “Anyway, don’t worry about this old girl. I’ll probably just turn into a sad cat lady,” Lissy shrugs, “but this is your big day! And I must say, that ball gown is scoring big points in my book!”

David Tutera for Mon Cheri Spring 2017 Collection - Style No. 117292 Aurelia - off-the-shoulder tulle over organza ball gown wedding dress with illusion scalloped lace three-quarter length sleeves: At that, I look down at my gown. It was an ivory color, not too crazy, but a bit original. Dainty, flowing silk had a span from my waist downwards, though it had a simplistic aura at my waist. My glitz was shown in my studs, wrist charms, and facial constitution. And lastly, I had on a pair of pumps, in a color of crystal. “Thanks! I had so much fun trying gowns on.”

“Lissy, Nora!”


I look at Nora – smiling happily and think how lucky I am. My darling is radiant and my soul sings at our joining, though it has not fully hit my mind. Still, I can only savor my thrill at this occasion and vast ardor I hold towards my light.

On my hand and Nora’s, is a band of gold – though, my darling’s has a glinting diamond. Ivory forms a sanctuary of floating fabric around Nora, in contrast, I don a suit that hints of such things as far off stars and dark nights.

Faithful to tradition, I grasp Nora’s hand in my own. Guiding my additional half into an orbit of swirling clothing of organza, stiff fabric, and fancy garb, I pull my darling into a waltz. A crown of cinnamon lulls against my crisp top and I position my chin upon it. As our dancing forms twist and turn through those ticking clock pinnacles, I focus on details which this occasion of such formality has wrought. Diagonal to us, I spot luscious ambrosia. My own is a simplistic cocoa flavor with a tint all-around of dark mahogany. Nora’s is classical with snow fondant and frills that distinguish my light’s soul. I scan our crowd to whom rang in at our matrimony occasion and find many of my darling’s confidants – all displaying such cobalt that has Nora’s adoration. Without fail, I find my in-laws in which this woman has moist skin, sad and happy facial constitution combining.

Bringing my focus back to Nora, I say with a joking smirk, “So, am I Rom – .”Tbh:

“What? No! Cassian.” Nora nods firmly. “And I am Jyn. Cassian and Jyn top Rom and Juls any day.”

“Thus, I accordingly am Cassian to your Jyn?”

“Without fail, my captain.”


The Christmas Angel ~ Creative Writing

Bam. Bam. Bam. The firing of guns echoed in the distance. Crimson, auburn, and gold exploded onto the scene and rained down like fire from the sky. Screams filled the landscape in a horrible, eerie lullaby to woe one to sleep. But this sleep, was death.

Andy Miller laid on the hard earth, pain ricocheting through his body faster than he could count. His left arm was bent at an unholy angle, and any movement he made caused a cry to escape his throat. Should’ve known not to take that chance…he thought, remembering what caused him to be in this position in the first place.

He and the rest of the fellows in the patrol, had heard there was an opportunity to break through in the lines. And like any young fool, they decided to take the chance.

It was the worst decision of his twenty-four-year-old life. Everything had gone horribly wrong. From the moment they had bulged through and began fighting, Andy knew that the odds of each one of them going home alive, were slim.

Tears streaked down his ashen coated face, creating streaks down his skin. God, I’m sorry I was such an idiot. Please take care of my family…prayed Andy mentally, thinking about his parents and siblings. What would they do when they heard the news? Because as much as he would like to believe, that he would come out of this alive, in all truthfulness, Andy Miller realized that would not happen. He had an arm that was barely hanging on, ribs likely broken, and who knew what other kind of internal damage he might have?


Celeste looked at the poor man in sorrow. War…such a dreadful, horrible, terrible, completely unnecessary thing! And at Christmastime no less! thought the angel sadly, tender heart breaking at the scene before her.God's Love | ... From Ann And The Angels – 2 June 2012 ~ | Love And Light Portal:


“Yes Lord?”

Remember what you have to do. I know you love Christmas…and matchmaking, but try not to get distracted.

“Yes, sir. I’ll try my very, very best!” Celeste had just completed the Christmas Angel program, a very important program. It was the same one that the angels who appeared to the shepherd’s had gone through.

She took her job quite seriously. And now, she was about to appear to her first Christmas assignment.

“Fear not, fear not, fear not,” Celeste chanted as she began to appear. She could not mess this up. And how could someone mess up saying two words? Well, Celeste supposed, that she would be the first to do that.


Andy had pretty much resigned himself to the fact that his end would be death. Not exactly what someone wants to think about…during the Christmas season. But then again…Suddenly, his eyes – which had been partially closed – fluttered open.

What on earth? Is that – ? It couldn’t be. Wow. I really must be dying…thought Andy Miller, as he looked at the figure bathed in shining light.

She had white-blonde hair, in a slew of unruly curls, and was currently bouncing on the toes of her feet. A brilliant smile rested on her face. Behind her, rose a pair of beautiful wings, matching the angelic appearance.

Angelic. Land sakes, that’s an angel!


Celeste had just appeared before the injured soldier. The man looked absolutely dumbfounded, and with what little movement he could make, seemed to be in a great deal of shock. Oh! Poor dear! So close to death around Christmas – of all things! But, he will not be dying today! thought Celeste triumphantly, then reminding herself to focus.

“Fear not,” she began, squealing inwardly at not messing up the words. Holly berries and candy canes! I did it! Praise you, Lord! cheered her mind happily. “Even in such a dismal place, you – Andy Miller, are not going to die. This is the month of our Lord’s birth, and He has graciously given you a second chance at life. Tomorrow – ”

All of a sudden, a voice croaked out, “Are you an angel? Or am I just hallucinating?”

Blinking, Celeste stared at him for a single second. “A hallucination? No, no. I am one-hundred-percent real. Nothing pretend about me!”

“Alright, if you say so.”

Celeste sighed. She would not let this deter her! And, to be fair, soldiers had experienced hallucinations before, so it wasn’t too crazy for him to be thinking that. Especially, in the state that he was in. “Well, anyway, tomorrow you will be rescued by a platoon,” she hoped that was the correct term. All of these army words got mixed up in her already scattered mind. “You will see me again, between now and the time when you will return to the U.S.”

Then, she disappeared.


True to Celeste’s words, Andy Miller did not die that day. He was rescued, as told by the angel, and instantly taken to a hospital. Because of his dire condition, Andy’s left arm had to be amputated along with some broken ribs which had to be wrapped and treated. There were a few other injuries, but none as severe as the amputee.

As of yet, Andy had not seen Celeste since. And in all honesty, wasn’t even sure if she was real or not.


Celeste squealed inwardly. She could not wait for this. Of course, there was no guarantee that her match-making would work…Shaking her head, she smiled. It would work. After all, it was the Christmas season! And Christmas was all about love!Want to learn how to French Fishtail Braid your own hair? Click on this pin to watch the tutorial on how to recreate this classic hairstyle. This is serious #braidedhairgoals! <3:

“Stop one, check on Ella Collins. Then, go see Andy Miller. Lastly, lots of praying,” said Celeste to herself as she prepared for the young physical therapist to get out of her car.

Ella had cinnamon locks that were tied back in a pretty fishtail braid. Her blue working attire, matched her grey-opal eyes wonderfully. And, as an inside source, Celeste knew that Ella was exactly the same age as Andy: twenty-four. Perfect.

And, here we go! thought Celeste, appearing in front of the young woman.


Late last night, Ella had received a call from her superior that a young army veteran had been admitted. He had recently had his left arm amputated and was in need of physical therapy. Even though it was last minute, Ella was never one to turn down a challenge – and so she accepted.

But this figure with wings. Yeah. Not exactly what Ella Collins was expecting.

“Fear not, Ella Collins. I have come here to bring you wonderful news!” exclaimed, what a dumbfounded Ella could only assume was an angel, “the patient you are now going to see, is none other than your soulmate.”

Soulmate. Well, that was the most illogical statement Ella had ever heard. Sure, it sounded all nice and Hallmark-like (and she did love a good Christmas movie), but soulmates? That was just fiction. “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person.”

The angel frowned. “You don’t believe me,” she huffed unhappily, “humans. And in the Christmas season no less.” She furrowed her brow, thinking intently, before a happy smile came on her face. “Never mind, you will see that I am right. Have a merry Christmas!”

And Ella’s mouth dropped open as the angel disappeared.


Entering into the hospital room, Ella – who never tripped – had a sudden, humiliating experience. She fell onto the bed that her patient was sitting on. Horrible.

“I am so sorry!” exclaimed Ella quickly, scrambling upward as an awful blush coated her fair cheeks. She stole a glance at the patient, and was reluctant to admit, that at the very least, he was an attractive person.

The man shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

A beam of light shot into the room, causing the two young people to instantly be on alert. But of course, it was only Celeste. The angel had a happy expression on her face as she came closer to the hospital bed.

“I’m so glad you two finally met!”

“Ohhhh dear, you were actually real,” mumbled Ella, eyes widening.

Andy, turned his head towards the physical therapist. “You’ve seen her too?”

“Yeah. Earlier, in the parking lot.”

Celeste grinned. “I am very real Ella, and she already knows, but I haven’t told you, yet, Andy. You two are soulmates!” The angel beamed at them.

With his right hand, he rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you believe her?”

“Of course not! That-that’s completely illogical!”

At that, Andy cracked a small smile. “Well, the fact that I am alive is completely illogical. She,” he pointed at Celeste, “appeared to me as I was dying, and told me I would live. Believe what you want, but as crazy as it sounds, at this point,” he shrugged, “heck. Anything could be true.”

Ella frowned, but could not find it in herself to refute him.

“Oh! Would you look at that? Mistletoe!” exclaimed Celeste innocently.Image result for mistletoe with bell

Great. She’s not going to be satisfied until we kiss. Well. I am absolutely not doing that, but if it will get her to leave…thought Ella, resigning herself to this situation. She leaned over – and what Ella meant to only be a kiss on the cheek – ended up being one on the lips, when Andy unintentionally turned his head.

And though both were too stubborn to admit it, they did not hate it. As for Celeste, she grinned happily as the tiny bell on the magical mistletoe dinged. “Oh! I have done it! It dinged, that means they’re destined for true love!” she clapped her hands together gleefully, “Save me a seat at the wedding…future Mr. and Mrs. Miller.”

Then, the Christmas angel disappeared.

©2016 Lanie Dean. All Rights Reserved.



Family ~ Creative Writing



Briar-Rose, or as she was known for short, Briar, huffed a breath and looked back at her twin brother in dismay. “The letter said that we had to go to the train tracks.” She waved the crisp, cream envelope in front of Tremayne’s face.

Must have patience…thought Tremayne, definitely the more cautious of the two. “I know that Briar, and the letter also…oh, I don’t know, popped out of thin air.”

Blowing a dark strand of hair out of her face, Briar’s shoulders dropped. “Don’t you want to find out who we are? Where we come from? I’m tired of going from foster-house to foster-house, only to be slammed back into the system. And always having to worry about whether or not they’ll keep us together.”

“I would never let them take you from me Briar,” stated Tremayne in extreme seriousness, his fists clenched tightly at the thought of someone separating him and his baby sister.

“But what if you couldn’t stop it?”

“I WOULD NOT LET THAT HAPPEN!” shouted Tremayne, gold sparks flying out from his clenched hands.

Briar wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “I know Tre,” she whispered softly, head laid down on his shoulder, “but don’t you want to know? Are you not at least curious why we are like this? Why we have this…this…magic? When no one else does?” She sighed heavily.

“I do want to know Briar. It’s just…” Tremayne let out a breath, dark eyes briefly closing shut, “What if this is a trick? What if someone is trying to-to,” he shook his head, “I don’t want someone to hurt you Briar. You’re all I have. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

“But you’re not going to lose me Tre,” replied Briar, giving him a sincere smile.

“You always were the positive one,” teased Tremayne in a melancholy way. He ruffled her dark locks, causing Briar to swat his hand away. Suddenly, his expression grew more serious. “Are you sure you want to do this Briar? We can still go back, it’s not too late.”

Briar frowned. “Go back to what Tre? Disorder, chaos, yelling? I don’t want to go back to that. I’m tired of always being tossed around. I want a family.”

“Well, you have me.” He gave her a cheeky grin.

“Smarty-pants,” stated Briar, a loving annoyance to her tone, “and yeah, we do have each other, but don’t you want a whole family? A mother, father? Grandparents?”

 Tremayne nodded.

“So, this could be our chance Tremayne,” pleaded Briar, “and really, what do we have to lose? Ms. McLaine with her overly high-pitched voice and hatred for the older kids? Another holiday with no one to celebrate?”

“Alright, alright,” mumbled her twin brother, throwing his hands up in the air, “you’ve made your point little sis – ”


“If you really want to do this, we’ll go. But,” Tremayne added, seeing her expression light up at his first statement, “the instant we sense or see any danger, we’re leaving. Got it?”

Seeing that this was going to be the only way to get her twin in agreement, Briar-Rose nodded. “Fine Tre, but you have to give this a chance too, ok?”

“I will, I will,” agreed Tremayne, then fixing his sister with a stern expression, “and you, young lady, need to be careful.”

At that, Briar instantly started to protest. “I am careful!”

“So you were careful the time you fell out of a tree and broke your ankle?”

“I was six!”

“And what about recently, when you tried to tame a baby bear?”

“It was cute!”

“And wild.”

Briar pouted. “That baby loved me!”

“Sure, Briar,” stated Tremayne sarcastically, “and if it had not been for me, you would have been having a lovely conversation with that baby bear’s mother. So when I say to be careful, please listen to me.”

That baby bear really did love me! And it was so adorable…thought Briar-Rose with a sigh. She loved animals – especially baby animals.


“Of course I’m going to be careful, Tre! I’m not stupid!”

“I never said you were stupid, but you do happen to have a very compassionate, giving heart and that can get you into dangerous situations. Just be careful, ok?”

“I will, I will,” repeated Briar-Rose, shaking her head at her brother’s over-protectiveness and worry. They would be fine! He’s worrying for nothing…I just know it. This is our chance to find out about our past, and I am not going to miss that opportunity! thought Briar decidedly. “Let’s go, I don’t want to mess this up!”

And with that exclamation, Briar darted off into the wooded area. Her locks, which had been tossed into a messy bun, were quickly beginning to scatter out – with the entire hairstyle beginning to unravel.

“Briar-Rose Gold!” yelled Tremayne, taking off after his rambunctious sister. Why does she always do this?

He ran after her for a while longer, before he saw her come to a halt. She collapsed onto the railroad train tracks – out of breathe from her excursion.

“Don’t ever do that again Briar!”

Briar-Rose, however, had a perfectly happy expression on her face – the complete opposite of what her brother’s was. Quickly, she yanked out the cream envelope and read through the letter again. “Yes! We’re not late! Just on time!” she exclaimed joyfully, much to her twin’s chagrin.

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“Briar. Do you know what could have happened if – ”

But any effort on Tremayne’s part to capture his sister’s attention was a complete failure, for she was completely transfixed on two figures that had suddenly appeared.

One, was an older man – perhaps in his forties. He had hazel eyes and matching brown hair. The second figure, was a woman. She appeared to be younger than the man by several years, and with her flowing golden locks and ocean blue eyes, had a youthful appearance.

The twins were completely still, though Tremayne had come to his sister’s side in a protective stance.

“Who are you?” he demanded.

The woman’s eyes filled with tears, much to the surprise of the teenagers. “I-I’m Wendy,” she managed to say, hand clenching the man’s tightly.

“And I’m Gideon Gold,” answered the man, tone smooth and gentle.

Briar-Rose had stood up to go introduce herself, however, Tremayne was having none of that. He kept a hand on his sister’s arm, shaking his head slightly.

“Why did you call us here?”

The couple exchanged glances, before Wendy decided to speak. “We-we’re your parents.” Her voice was full of emotion and regret, a few tears still trickling down her cheeks.

Seeing the disbelief and doubt on their faces, Gideon added, “We would have come sooner, but there was an extremely dangerous person we had to subdue first. They would have stopped at nothing to take you both from us.”

And somehow, despite how insane and crazy it sounded, the twins believed them.

“You’re-you’re our parents?” whispered Briar-Rose, eyes wide as she looked from Gideon to Wendy and back again.

They nodded, and the twins ran to embrace their parents as a family…a whole, complete family.

Author Note: If you watch Once Upon A Time, you may have caught the reference to Wendy Darling and Gideon Gold 😉 I’m not very happy with the fact that Adam and Eddy had the Black Fairy kidnap Gideon and corrupt him, so I wrote this little thing to satisfy my belief that he will come back as a hero.

Time-Travel…Creative Writing

Ow! My head…sheesh, what in the world did I hit it on? I thought, feeling a terribly pain ricocheting all over my skull. Fluttering my eyes open, my heart stopped. I was definitely not in Georgia anymore.

“Careful dear, when I found you, you had a terrible gash on your head,” said a kind voice, belonging to a dark-eyed, middle-aged woman. She had brown locks, with gray spread throughout and held herself confidently, though by no means proudly. Her attire was simple, yet I could instantly tell that it was well-made.

Tucked underneath her cap, she had fixed her hair like so, while a beautiful necklace graced her neck. The oval gem was a striking crimson and took center stage on the silver chain. Complementing the red, she wore a blackberry hued dress with a ribbon around the waist that tied at the back in a bow. Her sleeves were long and tight, as opposed to some…odd contraption that was attached to the top of the dress. It covered her chest and throat, giving off a more full-figure appearance.

“Oh! Thank you,” I finally said, realizing I had been silent for too long, “for taking me in. I really do appreciate it.” Quick! Think of a believable story! said my brain, which I was quite inclined to agree with. “My brother and I were out picking berries, and I’m afraid I’ve never been very directionally gifted,” I gave her a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry for any trouble I’ve caused.”

She shook her head, gentle expression on her face. “Oh no, it was not any trouble at all. I only did feel badly for you, when George sent a message to me to say that he had found a young woman unconscious. You took a hard tumble down that hill.” Suddenly, she laughed. “Where are my manners? I’m Martha Washington.”

Martha Washington? THE Martha Washington? I thought, green eyes growing wider. “You mean, that is to say, that your husband is George Washington?”

Martha nodded. “You would be correct.”

Wow. Ok…so somehow I time traveled back to the American Revolution. I suppose there could be a worse time in history. Like the Black Plague. Now THAT would be bad. But George Washington! This is crazy.

“If you would like a bite to eat…?”


“Lanie,” Martha repeated, “then you are welcome to come downstairs and join us for dinner.” With that said, she gave me another motherly expression and exited out of the room.

When she left, I took a deep breath. Ok, let’s think about this logically…despite the fact that time-traveling defies every logical explanation there is. I came sometime during the American Revolution. I am in the house of George and Martha Washington. I had to stop myself right there. The history nerd in me was freaking out! Who gets the opportunity to potentially meet the first president of the United States? Basically no one – well, from my time period anyway. I could not miss this chance!

My eye suddenly realized exactly what color this room was…blue. And by blue, I mean blue. It was over-the-top in my opinion, but hey, we all have our quirks. Maybe the Washington’s had a thing for blue. There was a huge fireplace in the room that had clearly been started by the red, orange, and yellow flames flickering within it.

I grinned. Yes. A fireplace in the bedroom. If that wasn’t awesome, I didn’t know what was! But back to my observations. Glancing up, I noticed that I was lying in a canopy bed. I’ve always wanted a canopy bed! I thought happily, wishing that I had my iPhone…but apparently, time-travel doesn’t count for cellphones.

As I scooted off the bed, I suddenly noticed that I was no longer wearing my UGGS, jeans, and cozy sweater. Yep, time-travel changes your outfits. Although, I suppose that was a good thing – seeing as how people would probably have a heart attack if they saw a girl wearing pants. And I had always wanted to wear these sorts of dresses.


“Mr. Washington?”

George Washington glanced up at me, and I fiddled with my fingers nervously. Nothing like standing in front of the first president of the United States to make one nervous.


“I, well, I was wondering…if I could ask you a question?”

He sighed – not in annoyance, more of a weary sound. “I suppose I have time for one question,” the beloved American hero said.

Ok. This is my chance. A once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity. Self, do NOT mess this up! my mind shouted. Taking a deep breath, I asked softly, “Mr. Washington, you are such an incredible leader and have done so much for us. What makes you keep serving, even when most people would feel that they have done their fair share? What would be your advice to future leaders in government?” Oops. I asked two questions. “Oh! I’m sorry, that was two. You don’t have to answer both,” I quickly said apologetically.

His tired eyes that spoke of nights filled with little sleep, looked at me. “Considering the maturity of your questions,” George Washington said, “I believe I can answer both. To your first one, I have a desire and passion for liberty, freedom. How can I expect the outcome I desire, if I do not do my part? Regarding your second, leaders should never take their position for granted. Power is not something to be taken lightly, it is a responsibility. Matthew 20:26 says, “And whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant.” Leaders are not to be above their followers; they should be servants – to be the first one helping, in the line of fire. Being an example.” He fell silent briefly, thinking…pondering. “And any leader should have a relationship with the Lord. He is the only one who can truly direct a leader in the decisions he must make, in the actions he will have to take.”

Wow…I thought, he really is, err was. Ok…not sure what tense to use, but such a wonderful man. With a grateful expression, I said genuinely, “Thank you sir. I truly appreciate what you have done and continue to do.”

He looked back at me, a thoughtful expression on his face.

And it was then that I disappeared.

Different Perspectives ~ CW

Crouching down in a predator position, the orange and white cat kept completely silent. He had been patiently waiting for an opportunity to nab a piece of fish since he had started – an hour ago. This place did have the most delicious seafood.

And now, all of his efforts would finally pay off.

One, two, three…and GO! With a perfected pounce, the cat leaped forward and snatched a blue and silver fish out of the basket. At last! He had accomplished his goal!

“Ah, that cat! He is at it again!” came the screech from the fish basket guardian.

"What marvelous vitality a kitten has. It is really something very beautiful the way life bubbles over in the little creatures. They rush about, and mew, and spring; dance on their hind legs, embrace everything with their front ones, roll over and over, lie on their backs and kick. They don't know what to do with themselves, they are so full of life. -- Jerome K. Jerome:

There’s my cue…thought the cat, bounding through and out of the kitchen – fish in mouth. This was a common thing – him stealing a fish, and the fish guardian yelling loudly at him. And sometimes, if she was especially mad, she would grab her wooden spoon and chase after him.

He had never been caught, however.

A few minutes later, he had finished his meal. Licking his paws daintily, the cat’s ears twitched as he wondered what other sorts of mischief he could get into next.


Adriana tsked quietly to herself as she surveyed one of the resort rooms. The bedroom was in a complete disarray – white sheets, blankets, and pillows were tossed onto the floor with some stains on a few. Food crumbs had made their disgusting appearance on the round coffee table, and the bathroom was a whole other piece of work.

Dark eyes scanning this, Adriana sighed in frustration. “Do they not have any decency?” she exclaimed, shaking her head, “Las personas!”

And with that declaration, she set to work. Being a single mother, Adriana had to work twice as hard as the average parent to provide. She had a three-year-old daughter, Maria, who was her source of motivation.

Suddenly, a flash of orange caught her eye. Whipping her head around, Adriana saw the source of her disturbance: a calico cat. The creature, far from repentant, meowed at her – tail flicking in the air lazily.

“No! You,” she pointed at the cat, “go!”

The cat blinked his green eyes at her.

Adriana heaved another sigh. Placing one hand on her hip, she wagged a finger at the small creature. “I cannot play with you right now. I have work. Trabajo!”

Apparently uninterested in her statement, the cat ignored her and instead pounced on the curtains that were moving from the air coming through the vent.


Is this really what my life has come to? wondered Celeste Lacey as she sat at a table – by herself – with no other companion save her dog. She was alone.


Of course, it had not always been this way. But fame has a way of isolating a person, even if several thousand people say they are your biggest cheerleaders, fans – or Celesties as they were called.

Celeste was a prodigy, everyone told her so. She could play the piano, violin, harp, and guitar. By age ten, she had started to compose her own music. As a bonus, Celeste had one of the most beautiful voices and enjoyed singing along with playing her instruments. Yet, this was not the entire reason that the world was captivated by her. That reason was much more serious.

Celeste Lacey was blind.

Her mind flashed back to the accident. The event that would change her entire world. She had been five-years-old…and – no. She would not let herself go there. Not again.

Sighing heavily, Celeste used her other senses to observe the resort. She could hear music playing through the speakers. Scrapping chairs hinted that several different people had risen from their seats – perhaps couples? They sounded happy.

Celeste shook her head, blonde curls falling over her face. Why had she come here, again? It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, really. A random judgement call to hop on her private jet and fly on over to the Caribbean islands. Even now, she wasn’t completely sure why she did it.

Maybe she needed a break. Maybe all of the pressure had been getting too much for her. Whatever the reason, Celeste was here now.


Evianna bit her lip tightly to keep another sappy, over-the-moon smile from taking over her face. As the music continued to play, however, she realized – as her mouth quirked up – that her efforts were in vain. And why was she trying to hide it anyway? This was the best day of her entire life. They were at a resort – a resort! – in the Caribbean as part of their honeymoon.

A giggle escaped out of her. She could not possibly be happier.

“Eves, what are you laughing about?” questioned her husband, glancing down at her. His ocean blue eyes twinkled inquisitively.

She blushed, slightly embarrassed at having been caught. “Oh, nothing. I-I was just thinking, about how happy I am to be here. With you.” Evianna looked up at him lovingly.

“I am too Eves, and hey, you know what these mean?” He gestured to their respective rings – one, a simple gold band, and the other, with the characteristic diamond.

“That we’re married?” Evianna deadpanned, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, yes,” he shot her a teasing grin, gently moving a stray nutmeg brown lock behind her ear, “and that we get to spend the rest of our lives with each other.”

“Forever,” she murmured, leaning her head against his chest, as they continued to sway to the envelopment of music drifting through the speakers.

“Yes, forever,” he repeated.

“I’m glad I get to spend my forever with you.”

"Care to dance?" A young married couple/ Friends since they were kids:


Chosen ~ A Bible Story Re-Told

Note: For my creative writing class, we had to retell a Bible story as if it took place in the modern world. See if you can guess which one I did! 🙂

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Estelle’s dark, inquisitive eyes drank in the scenery. Hundreds of beautiful blossoms decorated the landscape in an eruption of color: buttery yellow, plum purple, and an assortment of other shades. Exotic birds called out to one another with their plumes of crimson and turquoise while she could hear the chattering of monkeys from behind the palace walls. It was beautiful. Yet, she could not help but think that it was a mirage. An illusion.

“Estelle? Estelle? You are day dreaming again.”

Startled out of her thoughts, Estelle’s head jerked to the right – catching sight of her friend, Mariana.

Mariana had bouncy blonde curls that seemed to constantly be going in a million different directions. Her hazel eyes blinked, before a sad smile appeared on her face. “You were thinking about everything again – weren’t you?”

Sighing, Estelle gave a short nod. “I know that I should let it go,” she began, fidgeting with a lock of hair, “but, it-it’s just so much.” She stopped there, knowing very well that the king had ears everywhere. With the technology that they had now, it was likely that there was nowhere on the royal grounds where one could truly feel safe in disclosing her feelings. One wrong word from her, and, well, Estelle did not like to dwell on that outcome.

It felt like a lifetime ago – before she had been taken behind these palace walls, but it had, in fact, been only months. Freedom. Oh to have that once more! Estelle, however, knew that her life would never be the same. She, along with dozens of other young women, had been yanked out of their lives – brought aboard a cruise ship that would bring them to the main island. Taken…for the king. It was all so barbaric (they were in the twenty-first century for heaven’s sake!), although, really, what was she expecting?

“Miss, your feet,” stated a servant, gray eyes humbly looking to the ground. She carried a basin of soapy water, rose petals floating amongst the bubbles.

“Oh, of course. Thank you,” Estelle replied kindly, causing the servant to duck her head almost bashfully. Gratitude, she had learned, was not something those working in the palace expected. As the muscles in her feet relaxed from the heated basin, Estelle allowed herself to drift back to her previous thoughts.

The king. She wondered what he was like. He did, of course, recklessly act towards his previous wife – Veronica. I suppose it’s doubtful that he has any measure of self-control…she mused, nerves rising at the thought of what might happen to her should his anger strike. God is with you Estelle, even if-if something bad does happen. You’re not alone.

“Estelle Miranda. The king has requested you.”

Her stomach dropped. It was time. Please, Lord…give me strength…prayed Estelle silently.



“You…are most beautiful.”


As this statement left his mouth, the king’s fingers gently grazed her cheek. He allowed them to pause momentarily, against it.

Estelle’s heart pounded rapidly. What to say? What do to do? Weeks and weeks spent preparing, and now her mind was ignorant of how to proceed. “You honor me with your words, your majesty – a mere common girl,” she finally said, hoping her tone was both measures of sincere and confident.

An almost amused turn of his lips showed, as though this confession struck him as curious. “Common? My dear, surely someone has made note of your beauty?” questioned the king, eyebrow raised.

She let a few seconds tick by, debating between the honest answer – which could both potentially humor or annoy him – and the rehearsed one.

He must have noticed her pause, for his expression darkened somewhat. “Tell me, my dear. I will not ask again.”

“I-I’m afraid that I’ve always had my nose stuck in a book,” Estelle admitted, pink coloring her cheeks at the confession. That most certainly would not impress him. Although, to be fair, it was true. Estelle had likely read at least half of the books in Lifeway, being the bookworm that she was. But would her words cause his anger to arise? She needed to fix this. “A few mentions have been made, but I don’t really pay much attention to it.”

Ah, so she was not jealous. That was good. It would keep her from interfering with his habits…thought the king, also noting to himself, and she likes to read. I admire intelligence, though she would need to know her place. I will not tolerate someone going against my authority.

While the king was deep in thought, Estelle took this time to study his appearance. He had dirty blonde hair that looked terribly untamed, despite his status. Amber brown eyes blended nicely with his rather rugged complexion, and she noted that he was a good head taller than herself.

Moments later, the king asked, “What do you make of love – do you think, such an idealistic notion can be found in this?” He twirled an ebony curl of hers around his finger, distracted by her apparent beauty. It was a wonder that she was not more aware of it, he thought.

“Love, love to me…is the greatest gift. It encompasses all the goodness that the world can offer, it is sacrifice. Tenderness. Caring for someone more than yourself. Beauty,” answered Estelle, passion feeling her voice. She shifted her position on the cream sofa, before continuing, “I do not think that there is anything more wonderful than love. Can you find love…with your chosen bride? Well, anything is possible. I think it would take hard work, on both parts. But, I do believe the potential is there.”

He looked at her – for once completely serious. “You seem to have quite the utopian view on love. Such a fickle thing.”



She had refused him! HIM. THE KING! What maddening person did that? screamed the king’s mind, moments after Estelle had left. Angrily, he dashed his hand across the desk – papers, cell phone, and documents scattering.

He could have forced her. But he didn’t.

And this, in and of itself, struck him as terribly odd. He was the king. No one refused him anything. Yet this woman had the nerve to!

Part of him was angered by this show of rebellion. Part of him was glad that someone had finally stood up to him. Part of him admired the fiery spirit she had hidden beneath a show of peacefulness. Part of him found it completely and utterly amusing.

And a tiny, tiny part of him, wanted to woe her in a manner that princes did in the fairytales of old.

She was, most beautiful, after all.


Estelle could hardly believe that this was happening. She, a mere woman of twenty, was in the process of wedding the king. When did life become so crazy?

“My dear, you look ravishing,” murmured her new husband into her ear, not caring that the priest was in the process of officiating the ceremony.

Blushing brightly, Estelle bit back an embarrassed smile. “You flatter me, my king. I must say that you look quite handsome,” she whispered back.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride,” came the long awaited announcement.

Looking down at her, the king smiled – unable to take his eyes off of her beauty. She wore a princess styled a-line wedding dress with a sweetheart neckline. Beautiful lace covered the blush pink hue of it along with lovely appliques at the bottom. Her dark locks had been carefully crafted into an elegant bun, while a smoky eye highlighted her hazel orbs.

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Gently, he cradled her face in his hands and as the crowd cheered, the newlywed couple kissed – lips meeting in a tender affection.

“King Xavier and Queen Estelle!”

Brer Rabbit’s Trap

Note: For my Creative Writing class, we had to write our own story with the characters from the Brer Rabbit tales.

It was a mighty fine summer day, that day that Brer Rabbit got it into his devious mind to play a prank on Brer Fox. He’d been think’in, he had, on this prank of his for a long time. For they’d been rivals ever since, well ever! And he reckoned today would do just fine, just fine indeed.


Brer Rabbit got as quiet as a mouse – he sure wasn’t gonna let that ‘ole Brer Fox hear him! No siree! He aimed to catch that Brer Fox in a mudslide. For the past couple of days, Brer Rabbit had been gather’in up pure bucketfuls of mud. He’d figured out how to make a right good trap that’d cause scores of mud to fall on Brer Fox.

And now he was fix’in to catch his ‘ole rival! Chuckling, Brer Rabbit grinned at the mess that Brer Fox would be in. That Brer Fox sure wasn’t gonna see this com’in!

‘Course, some may be a might worried about play’in such a trick. But not Brer Rabbit! He knew he was fit as a fiddle, and ‘sides, he’d never been beat before.

Suddenly, a rustling was heard. The leaves on the bushes started a-twitching. An almost inaudible pad, pad, pad was heard. Brer Fox was coming!

Looking at this picture I can totally see why the fox was always the sly little trickster in fables...he just looks like it here:

Brer Rabbit, with the good head he had, watched intently as his rival walked right on into his trap!

What's there? by Alexandra Truhacheva on 500px:

“I declare, it’s such a – ” began Brer Fox in his sly, foxy voice. However, he got shocked as ever when a bucketful of mud came a-splatter’in down on him. That dirty mud stained his golden red coat an awful shade and Brer Fox tensed in anger. “You better hightail it outta here, Brer Rabbit! Ain’t nowhere you can go, that I won’t find you!” shouted Brer Fox, tail whipping around as he sniffed out his rival.

Wet fox:

Well, Brer Rabbit skedaddled out of there lickety split! He sure wasn’t gonna stay after that! White feet bound’in through the grass, he hurried on – know’in, as he did, that Brer Fox was com’in on fast!

Riled up as ever, Brer Fox – still with scores of mud on’im – chased after Brer Rabbit. That no good Brer Rabbit, try’in to play a trick on him! “Can’t get away from me, Brer Rabbit!” hollered Brer Fox.

Now Brer Rabbit was realizin that he was in a heap of trouble! He hadn’t thought that Brer Fox would be mov’in that fast! “Good night a livin, that Brer Fox is com’in up on me fast!” mumbled Brer Rabbit, beggin to think that he was as dead as a doornail! He frantically jumped up on a white fence and turned around to see Brer Fox.

"You leave me in the dark, recounting all my sins. You put words in my mouth, but who is gonna mend these white fences?" ~Needtobreathe:

“This is my neck of the woods,” stated Brer Fox arrogantly, slow’in down since he seemed to think that Brer Rabbit was a goner. “You ain’t gett’in away now, Brer Rabbit!”

And it sure did seem like Brer Fox was right.

Brer Rabbit, however, looked on down – on the other side of the fence. Well, he saw what sure looked to be the best thing on God’s good green earth: a rabbit hole! Grinning with a cheeky expression, Brer Rabbit let his head bob up and down. “To be sure, I am in a pickle! I am!” he exclaimed, mak’in sure that Brer Fox heard’m.

Smirk’in, Brer Fox bended down to jump on top of that fence and give Brer Rabbit a good lick’in to.

But he never got his chance! Brer Rabbit done jumped off that fence and landed right in the rabbit hole. Too small for Brer Fox, but just right for Brer Rabbit.

The mountain. ~ "Keep on falling down...":

Brer Fox scowled at his rival. “You ain’t gonna escape forever Brer Rabbit!” he promised firmly, before slunk’in away.

Brer Rabbit, however, only laughed and laughed and laughed.


Lesson and a Fable

For my creative writing class, I had to write a fable with a lesson in it.

One summer evening, a fluffy-tailed rabbit zipped around and around the trunk of a large tree. Her nose twitched in excitement and her paws bounced a million miles an hour. “Mrs. Bird!” cried out the young rabbit, in all of its bunny enthusiasm, “Mrs. Bird!”

The Splendid Fairywren, also known simply as Blue Wren, is small bird found across much of Australia.:

The older bird looked down at the hyper creature. “What is it young rabbit?”

“Come play with me!” answered the rabbit, jumping up enthusiastically as she did so.

Twittering in disapproval, the blue feathered bird shook her head. She told the rabbit that winter was coming, and she needed to build her nest. “You would be wise to start yourself a home, young rabbit.”

The rabbit laughed at that. Why work when the sun was shining? The flowers blooming? And the grass was so perfectly soft under her white paws? Her ears twitched in amusement at the bird’s suggestion. “Oh no, winter is far away! The sun is so happy right now, Mrs. Bird, it doesn’t want me to go and work!”

Lop Eared Rabbit ~:

And with that said, the rabbit hopped away – her pink nose sniffing every fragrant wildflower she came across. The days came and went with Mrs. Bird continually reminding the rabbit, “Winter is coming.” But, the rabbit only shook her head and laughed at Mrs. Bird’s concern.

Suddenly, however, winter had arrived. Mrs. Bird was tucked into her nest; the same nest she had been working on during the summer, warm and cozy.

“Mrs. Bird!” cried out the rabbit, shivering as a gust of frigid air swept through the forest. “Mrs. Bird! Oh, do please help me! I can’t seem to get warm!” The rabbit was curled into itself as much as possible, but it was clear that she was freezing.

Finding Neverland:

Mrs. Bird shook her head in dismay at the young rabbit. She had watched as the weeks went on and the rabbit continued to play around – only occasionally working on her burrow. “Remember young rabbit, procrastination is not the avenue to take. Let this be a lesson to you.”

Proverbs 6:6-8, “Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider its ways and be wise! It has no commander, no overseer or ruler, yet it stores its provisions in summer and gathers its food at harvest.”