Thousands of Miles Away – response to “What Pegman Saw”

Molly hugged her knees to her chest as she stared out across the ocean. Clutched in her hand was the latest letter from Brad. Soon he’d be heading. He had written how he was looking forward to seeing her.

Molly hadn’t seen him since the day they had graduated high school. After graduation she had gone off to college. and Brad had joined the military, so she’d heard. It wasn’t till she’d moved back home and ended up running into Brad’s brother that she had ended up getting in touch with him again
She wondered if he at all felt for her the way she did for him. Or, as was usually the case, was it all one-sided.

Thousands of miles away, Brad was preparing to go home. Tucked safely in his pocket was a photograph that Molly had sent. He couldn’t wait to see her, to tell her how he felt.

The above story was inspired by this photograph.  


See more about the challenge at “What Pegman Saw

The following artwork (of my mother’s) also inspired parts of this story.



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Back Again – A Budding Relationship (A Sunday Photo Fiction story)

 

I know it’s been quite a while since I’ve written anything.  I’d like to try and change that & get back to trying my hand at some “writing challenges” if I can.  I figured I’d start with an entry to this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction challenge.  The story should be about 200 words long and the photo below is to get our creative juices going.
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Melinda, held the tiny pink rose bud, that she had found shoved into the vent holes of her locker,  as she read the note that had been attached.

“A beautiful budding rose to an equally beautiful young women signifying what I hope will be a start to a budding relationship.”

There was no name, no signature to be found.  Melinda wondered who could have written the note and left the rosebud.  She tried to think through possibilities but none readily came to mind.  There was the guy that sat next to her in lab who smiled at her once in a while when she’d first sit down, but outside of that he never spoke to her or nothing.  Her mind also went to the younger of the two main security guards that she saw frequently patrolling the campus ground.  Just as quickly she dismissed that idea.  Greg was an outspoken sort who was constantly teasing her; Certainly not the type to put roses with notes attached in a person’s locker.

The next day she found another rosebud with yet another note attached.

“Look for me, in the cafeteria, during your lunch break today.”

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Short Excerpt from Lost Memory Romance

Thought I’d share another short excerpt from “Lost Memory Romance”

Jason desperately wanted to say something.  To remind her that she had once stopped by this very station many years ago when he had been little more than a rookie.  She had been working on article for a school paper and had stopped by to see if she could interview a couple of the guys there.  He had happened to be on duty that day.  Jason could still remember the surprise evident in Brenda’s eyes when he opened the door.  He, as well as a couple of the other guys, had answered her questions and then he had given her a quick tour of the station including the bay with engines & trucks.  His breath quickened as he remembered helping her down from the engine.  How she had felt sliding down the length of his body.  For a moment they had stood there staring at each other.  A tell-tale blush on Brenda’s cheek had indicated that she had felt the contact every bit as much as he had.  Whether from embarrassment or to save face, Brenda had quickly gone back to her reason for stopping by in the first place and Jason, once he had discreetly readjusted himself, had done the same leaving the incident unmentioned.

#CampNaNoWriMo was a flop for me this year

Well looks like this year was a complete flop for me in regards to Camp NaNoWriMo…  Both in terms of my word count and in terms  blogposting about the event….  I won’t say it was a complete fail since a complete fail would mean not even giving it a try at all.  So I’ll give myself the benefit of the doubt of having at least made the attempt not only at joining said “camp” for the second year but in attempting an actual ongoing story….

I have managed to get up to 4,880 words.  Doubting very much  I’ll make to my goal of 12,000 words in the next couple days.

Here’s a short excerpt from the story:

Jason desperately wanted to say something.  To remind her that she had once stopped by this very station many years ago when he had been little more than a rookie.  She had been working on article for a school paper and had stopped by to see if she could interview a couple of the guys there.  He had happened to be on duty that day.  Jason could still remember the surprise evident in Brenda’s eyes when he opened the door.  He, as well as a couple of the other guys, had answered her questions and then he had given her a quick tour of the station including the bay with engines & trucks.  His breath quickened as he remembered helping her down from the engine.  How she had felt sliding down the length of his body.  For a moment they had stood there staring at each other.  A tell-tale blush on Brenda’s cheek had indicated that she had felt the contact every bit as much as he had.  Whether from embarrassment or to save face, Brenda had quickly gone back to her reason for stopping by in the first place and Jason, once he had discreetly readjusted himself, had done the same leaving the incident unmentioned.

#CampNanoWriMo 2015 – Day Nine and Exerpt

Ended up spending the better part of yesterday out running errands  and such.  Had planned to spend a couple minutes writing in the early morning (but then I also planned on trying to add some more product to my on-line shops for NancyPolkArtist….  Yeah, that didn’t go so well, neither one.  Ended up getting into a bunch of other little projects that needed doing  Talk about “squirrel” 😛

Since I’m not logging the dates of what I write when, I don’t know exactly what day I wrote this.  I know it wasn’t yesterday (pretty sure it wasn’t) – I do know that was the last bit I wrote for story from just a couple days ago…. It hasn’t been that long since I last wrote, just seems like it 😉

Jason sat next to Brenda, on the edge of the bed, wondering to himself why he felt the need to comfort her.  Why he had felt the need to stay involved when he could have just as easily walked away after transporting her to the hospital.  It had been a number of years since he had last seen her and no doubt her life was a lot different than from when he knew her during her college days.  The only thing that made any kind of logical sense to him was that he just couldn’t leave her to deal with everything on her own.  Especially when she had no memory of who she was.  He had connected with her on some level during the time in which she was being extricated.  Even though she had no idea who he was, Brenda had seemed to respond to his presence, more so than she had anyone else on scene.

I know this quite rough….  If you have any advice or pointers for me please let me know..  Constructive Criticism is appreciative as long as you play nice 🙂

OK time to get back to the gazillion things I’ve got going on – Writing, Online shops, Planning FB party for Mary Kay, Writing.

Wishing you all an Awesome day and may the Muse be with You.

Excerpt 2 from my “Lost Memory Romance” story for #CampNaNoWriMo

Excerpt 2 from “Lost Memory Romance”

Brenda felt as if she was in the middle of some sort of weird dream that bordered on a nightmare.  Everything seemed so surreal, so out of place.  She had woken up to find herself in a hospital room a nurse was standing next to the bed checking her vital signs.  A man that she only vaguely recognized from the accident was sitting in a chair next to the window.  The accident had been the last thing she could really remember…  Everything else before that was as if it had never existed.  The name that the man had used earlier seemed strange on her tongue…  as if it didn’t quite fit and yet it had a strangely familiar ring to it.

Excerpt 1 from my “Lost Memory Romance” story for #CampNaNoWriMo

For starters the title “Lost Memory Romance” is a working title, for now…  I am terrible at coming up with good titles and that was the best I could come up with for the time-being…  I might keep it, I might change it – I don’t know yet.

So here’s a a few piece of what I wrote today.  Do keep in mind that this is still VERY rough

Brenda Muller took a quick glance at her one year old daughter, sleeping soundly in her car seat, before returning her eyes to the lonely road in front of them.  It seemed as if an eternity had passed since Brenda, and her baby girl Nellie, had started off on this cross-country trek.  In reality it hadn’t even been a full 48 hours. But those 48 hours had been brutal for Brenda….

Behind them, Brenda towed a small trailer (the smallest they could get) that held all the essential belongings they could fit into it.  Everything else they owned had been sold so they would have money for this one-way trip.  A one-way trip back home to Harbor where Brenda hoped to make a new start with her daughter.

Brenda could feel the exhaustion settling over her, despite having splurged on  a large soda at the last rest stop.  If she could just make it those last two hours…..

Proposal in a Shoe (My WWBH Story)

This week the lovely Heather has the prompt cues for us at WWBH:


“You know,”  Gerrad was saying, “We probably ought to think about getting up and getting dressed, don’t you think.”  Molly thought she detected a slight waver in his voice.  Nervousness?  No, Gerrad was never nervous about anything.  She was sure it must be that he was simply out of breath from the intimacy they had shared that morning upon waking.  “Yeah,” she responded, “We probably should.”  

Molly dressed quickly as Gerrad did the same,  then looked around for her shoes.  Oh, yeah, right, there they were.  Next to the door.   Molly slipped her feet into one, but they wouldn’t go on her feet.  “What the heck,” she muttered as she slipped her foot out and back in.  Still her foot wouldn’t go in.  It felt like something was blocking her foot.

Bending down, Molly picked up the shoe to inspect it.  Reaching into the shoe, her hand touched something.  Grabbing a hold of it, Molly pulled out the offending obstruction.  A jewelers box??  How in the world had a jewelers box gotten in her shoe.  She looked carefully at Gerrad who was standing next to the bed passively watching her with an eye slightly raised.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this would you?”  She inquired.

“Why don’t we open it and see what it is,”  Gerrad responded his expression not changing as he crossed the bedroom to stand by her.

Molly opened up the box to find a beautiful diamond solitaire inside.

“Hmmmm, yes, that does seem like something I might get you,” Gerrad was saying,  “Why don’t you try it and see if it fits.”

Somehow knowing that the ring would be a perfect fit, Molly slipped it on to find she was right.  The ring fit on as if it had been made just for her.  Her eye’s glimmered with tears as she looked up at Gerrad.

“It was you that got this for me, wasn’t it.”

“Yes,” Gerrad admitted as he came to stand in front of Molly.  Taking both her slender hands in his own, he brought them to his lips.

“I’ve never loved another women the way I do you, Molly.  Never wanted a women the way I do you, with every fiber of my being.  I want to come home from work each day to your smiling face.  To fall asleep holding you and wake up each  morning with you in my arms,  I want……”   Gerrad stopped as if he could’t find the right words to express his feelings.  

By now, tears were flowing freely down Molly’s face and it seemed there were tears in Gerrad’s eyes as well.

“Yes.”  Molly exclaimed.

“Yes?”  Gerrad replied

“Yes, I’ll marry you.  I’ll be here when you come home, be here to care for and comfort you….”  

A loud whoop came from Gerrad’s mouth as he swooped Molly up and spun her around before setting her carefully on the ground  and indulging in one last long kiss before they finished putting there shoes on.

{Word Count:  499}

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Patiently…. A Fool (Mondays Finish the Story)

Jumping on board for this week’s Mondays Finish the Story:

2015-02-09 - BW BeachamFinish the story begins with:  “Dropping her line into Fool’s Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite.”

Dropping her line into Fool’s Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite.  What irony to be fishing at a place called “Fool’s Lake”  Bridgette thought to herself.  It was exactly what she felt like – a fool…

Patiently, she waited for Jonathon to notice her to see as her as a sensual being and not just as one of the guys.  When her patience wore thin, she had started dropping subtle hints, but even that seemed to go un-noticed.   Deciding to go for broke she had worked up the confidence to approach him a few days ago to invite him for dinner only to find him with arms around another women.  She could hear laughter as he bent to whisper something in the women’s ear, his lips brushing against the women’s hair.

Fighting back tears of embarrassment Bridgette turned and walked off, Thankful that neither had seen her.

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The Urge to Protect: Picture it and Write

I’m joining Ermilia for this week’s Picture it and Write.  I hope you enjoy the little piece I put together.

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Jack closed the blinds on the window as an added measure of security.  Not that he expected any visitors, not out in the middle of nowhere like they were.  Turning from the window he found Monica standing just a few feet away.

“Why are you doing this for me?” She asked.  “You could have just let the police take care of me.  I mean it’s not like you owe me anything or have any reason to get involved.”

Jack didn’t have an answer for her, not one that he could easily put into words.  How could he explain the protectiveness that coursed through his veins when she showed up on his doorstep.  The anger he had felt, that she had been in any type of danger.  Instead he took a step closer to her, then another, and another till he was standing right in front of her.  Molly had to strain her neck to look up at Jack as he towered over her.  At a petite 5’1″ that wasn’t all that difficult, most people were taller than she was but at 6′ plus Jack truly towered over her.  Having an unmistakenably male body so close was more than a little settling and  Molly nearly found herself taking a step backwards to put some space between them.

“Molly.”  Jack’s voice came out hoarsly, almost strangled sounding, his sight seeming fixated on her lips.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

Molly’s mouth opened in response, but whatever response she might have had was quickly swallowed up as Jack’s lips found hers.