Mutely Distinctive

5:59 AM ByFiled Under100 words, Writing

mirrorShe gazed sadly at the lackluster face staring back at her. In her reflection she could see what everyone else saw. She could see her flaws, the less than perfect complexion, the hair that never looked quite right and the body that was far from beautiful. In the mirror, she saw ugliness that was Darcy.

In the mirror it was apparent why everyone loved Danny. In the mirror, her imperfections were magnified, a glaring reminder of why she was undeserving.

Darcy hadn’t told her parents that she applied to Columbia. She wondered if they would even notice she was gone.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, using only 100 words. Velvet Verbosity is back and this week she challenged us with ‘Lackluster‘.

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Beautifully Convoluted

4:20 PM ByFiled Under100 words, Writing

rainJulia lay staring up at the bleak greyness that stretched across the late morning sky. She could hear screaming and sirens but everything was muffled – like she was listening underwater.

The sensation of rain spread across her face. The soft drops provided a calming distraction to the chaos around her. Julia closed her eyes, enjoying the velvety sensation. She was quickly lulled into a lurid haze, freeing her mind and giving her the impression she was floating.

When she opened her eyes she gasped as she looked at the contorted body laying below. Yet for once, she was at peace.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, using only 100 words. Velvet Verbosity is back and this week she challenged us with ‘Contorted‘.

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Strong Mom Party of One, Please

3:19 PM ByFiled Underlife, Writing

daboys

I am often outnumbered, in fact, I am always outnumbered. I am the sole female living in a house full of boys. Not that this is anything new to me. I grew up with a brother, had all boy cousins and lived in a neighborhood full of boys. Ironically, girls are a foreign entity to me.

But being a Mom to boys is not always easy. My vision of motherhood is often challenged and is nothing like what I envisioned as a young girl. Being a Mom to boys has its own crazy unwritten rule book. Rule Number One: There are no rules. There isn’t much of a learning curve either. You leave the hospital with this bundle of boyhood and hit the ground running. Will you stumble? Yes. Fall flat on your face? Oh yeah. Love them unconditionally even though they drive you to the brink of insanity? Absolutely!

Here is what I have learned so far:

  • The seat is never down. Never. Dreams of it ever being down again have long been flushed away.
  • Body functions are funny. If it comes out of the body – it’s humorous. Most days it is downright hilarious. It’s even funnier when it is inappropriately timed or in a public forum.
  • Duct tape becomes your best friend and a necessity. It can fix toys, accessorize swords and guarantees that your child’s diaper stays on through the night.
  • Your vision of you house smelling sweet and welcoming is replaced by outdoor musk and stinky socks.
  • This vision takes a cruel turn for the worse when your child enters tweendom and discovers Axe. *save me*
  • Your purse becomes a safe haven for random Legos, action figures, gum wrappers, special rocks they had to keep, athletic cups and anything else they deem worthy of keeping but not important enough to carry themselves. This by the way applies to everything they own.
  • You cute sassy purse turns into a huge canvas Mom bag.
  • You will have an in-depth knowledge of Star Wars, bugs, football statistics and all the noises you can make with various body parts.
  • You will learn that boys have invisible dirt magnets under their nails and no matter how often you wash and scrub them, they will be black again in minutes.
  • Your husband, sensing the testosterone filled house, will embrace his inner 12 year old and teach and/or encourage many of the above mentioned behaviors.
  • You will have bad days. Days when you will yell, say not nice things, things you regret. You will be tired, angry and frustrated. They will still love you.
  • Your boys will see you at your worst and still think you are beautiful and when you put on a dress they will say, “WOW Momma, you look pretty!”
  • It will be the best and most rewarding job you will ever have!

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The Seeking Heart

12:25 PM ByFiled UnderWriting

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A lone girl, desperate for acceptance and love but only allowed darkness. She was searching for light, but more importantly, she was searching for an ending. Death’s kiss promised that ending. Death enticed her with its wares, its beauty, its neverending peace. It made lavious promises of an infitude of light, an eternity of love. No longer would she be left, fruitlessly searching for a love they were not willing to give.

But when faced with the task – she failed. Yet another notch of incompetence, another glaring sign that she was undeserving of happiness. Even in the darkest of times she was not allotted even the tiniest shard of light.

Once again, she was alone.

 

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Seemingly Unsuitable

6:45 PM ByFiled Under100 words

Darcy was tired of being bound by rules and expectations. She was never going to measure up to their standards and she definitely was not going to fit into their so-called perfect mold.

She was tired of being stifled by their small town mentality, their inability to live outside the box. What others viewed as misbehavin’, Darcy viewed as creating. Why was craving to be different such a bad thing?

Of course, she could succumb to their wishes and live her life like her beloved older brother Danny. Ah, Danny the golden child – hated by few, loved by so many.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, using only 100 words. Velvet Verbosity is back and this week she challenged us with ‘Misbehavin‘.

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Mirror of Pain

3:33 PM ByFiled Under100 words

Reflection of clouds
The grounds rumblings intensified as sweeping smoke began to surround him. Simon tried to keep his wits about him but the chaos ensuing around him had left him paralyzed.

Fearful for his life, his inner being was in full conflict against his u=inner need to complete his voyage. What if he never made it to Galiena’s village? What if this whole journey was for not?

He thought of his son’s Seamus and his pleading eyes when Simon told him he had to leave. The deafening rolls of thunder jarred him back to reality.

Maybe I should have never left home…..

100 Word Song is a writing challenge from Lance based on a weekly music prompt. 100 words – no more, no less. This week’s challenge was inspired by The Clash’s – “Car Jamming”. Who can deny a prompt that involves The Clash???
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A Precarious Venture

8:21 PM ByFiled Under100 words

Storm

The sky ahead of him began to instantaneously change. The milky white clouds that lazily stretched across the sky began to swirl and twist into a deeper and caliginous shade of grey. The quickness and intensity at which they were changing set Simon on edge. For as strong as the force was that was pulling him forward, the forces working against him were even more commanding.

If there was ever a time for Simon to turn back, it was now. As he contemplated his next move, his hands began to shake violently. Nothing within him could calm his growing convulsions.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, using only 100 words. Velvet Verbosity is back and this week she challenged us with ‘Shake‘.

You can read the back story HERE.

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Unending Permanence

8:56 PM ByFiled Under100 words

night glade

The wind whipped across the road, pelting Simon with dirt and debris. He wasn’t even close, with miles left in his journey, yet he trudged on. He wasn’t sure what was going to be waiting for him at the end of this road, but something – some force -  was urging him forward.

Even though he lived several towns away, he had heard of Galiena. Stories of her prophecies, rumors of her healing and magical powers, myths that she knew what the future held.

Simon knew about the ancient map and the promises it held. He also knew surviving depended on it.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, using only 100 words. Velvet Verbosity is back and this week she challenged us with ‘Surviving‘.

You can read the back story HERE.

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Lavishly Insufficient

11:01 AM ByFiled Under100 words

enoughHer body was so immersed in evil she could hardly breathe. There was no room for light, no space for air. Her soul had been consumed by darkness, a vast void of destitution for decade.

They had done this to her. They had made her forsaken.

Yet when faced with the alternative, she retreated to what was known. She knew it would never be enough. She refused to relive the cycle and sought solace in seclusion, seeking anything to numb the pain.

As midnight approached she prepared for the worst. Curling into herself she silently pleaded for morning to come.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, using only 100 words. Velvet Verbosity is back and this week she challenged us with ‘Enough‘.

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Why I Write

12:38 PM ByFiled UnderWriting

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I often get asked why I write? Mostly by my boys, but I have been asked by others as well. With BlissDom around the corner (insert loud squee here) my writing heart strings are pulled tight. I can’t wait to surround myself with those who also hunger for words. Those, that if denied a chance to share the words tumbling around in their head would probably spontaneously combust. Google it – it happens.

For me, writing is a gateway to peace. A way for me to organize the creative life that lives within me. Nothing brings me more happiness than a new journal. Ok, maybe that first sip of coffee every morning is first but a new journal is a close second! The clean crisp pages beg to be filled, they long for words and verses and stories. It longs to be worn around the edges, the corners bent, the ribbon frayed. I carry journals with me everywhere and will often choose the physical act of writing over typing.

Writing gives me a place to escape, to verbalize my pain, bare my soul and create lives and stories for the imaginary people running around in my head. Writing allows me to breathe.

I would love to hear why you write, what scares you about writing and what is one thing you want to tackle with your writing. Always remember the words of Holly Gerth: “Be courageous and try to write in a way that scares you a little.”

You will be amazed at what comes from stepping out of your comfort zone!
 

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