I raced down the alley, my heart threatening to fly out of my chest, my lungs throbbing. A glance behind told me what I needed to know. They were still there, chasing, hunting. Shadows of men, their dark forms menacing, prowled the streets. I sank down against the wall, breathing slowly. Shouts were crying out, and laughter. Laughter. They could laugh. I stilled the hatred in my heart. They were lead astray, and someday they would face these crimes.
  Cruel and cold, a smile flashed my way. Shrinking back into darkness I stifled a cry. Sated with pride they called out boastful words. A bulky shape motioned to the others. They had spotted me. . Panicking, I stood,  my eyes ravaging the alley for some escape. The shadowy shapes advanced towards me, shards of broken mirror twinkling in their hands, their dark eyes gleaming with malice.
Where to turn?
Where to run?
There was no way out but forward.

Oh God, how?

Tears spilled down my face.
And then I ran, the shadows filling my eyes.

Would you mind if I told you...?

Hey there You.

Yes, You. You're the one reading this aren't you?

Well hi. What’s happenin' in your world? I sincerely hope that you're doing well and that you have a big batch of peanut butter cookies in your kitchen like I do in mine. I also hope that you like to listen. Because sometimes, when something absolutley stupendous happens, I feel like talking. (Or writing in this case). So usually I'll sit down and talk to my mother for a while. But today she was tired out from teaching first and second graders all day and she was already sitting in front of her computer screen with that dazed look on her face. You know the one. We all get it after spending too much time on Facebook or YouTube.

MEZMERIZING BOX ENTERTAIN ME!

Yeah, not pretty. So I decided not to bother her with my trivial excitiment. I would talk to my dad, but he was playing golf today and so once he got home he had to sit in his office and pay the bills on my house, my car, my food, my water, and my way-too-many-clothes-that-I-bought-for-school so I don't like to bother him. Not to mention my future college education. That’s why I feel like he's already given me enough for the day. Because he's basically paid for my whole life.

So I chat to my friends on Facebook for a while. But sometimes you don't want to tell things over Facebook.

So I call my other friend up. But she's at youth group.

So here I am. Writing this to you. Would you care to know what happened to me today? Probably not. As a matter of fact, you're probably not even reading this anymore as it is nothing but silly drivel about my mundane life.
But I'm going to tell you anyway.

Today was actually kind of exciting. Today something big happened. Something that I never dreamed would really, actually, truly occur in my life. And I know you are dying to know what it is. So prepare yourself.

Today....

You may want to sit down.

But today....

We had donuts in ASB. And mine had chocolate frosting.

Yeah, I knew you'd be excited.

Thanks for listening.

Snowflakes

Snowflakes

Falling flakes

White flakes

Pure flakes

Thick flakes

Sticking flakes

Crystal flakes

Diamond flakes

Rolling flakes

Wet flakes

Crunchy flakes

Velvet flakes

Soft flakes

Melting flakes

Clear flakes

Gone flakes

Snowflakes.

Snowflakes.

To Know or Not to Know?

I never wish that I could read the future.

 

 

Just kidding. Of course I do, who doesn’t?

At some point in our lives, everybody groans and cries, “I just wish I knew!”

But we can’t know. Why not? We sigh. That’s life I guess.

Sometimes I just wish I knew where I will get a job, who I’ll marry or how many kids I’ll have or the exact moment when I’ll would be out of time. But then, if we knew all that, would life really be worth living?

 

 

Keep Hoping

Once upon a midnight lullaby

I was a fairytale princess living in a world of stars

I was a girl with a dream, a dream that I could fly

Fly to the sky and break through these captive bars

Freedom my song

Hope my prayer

A time when I dreamt I could never fail

I was wrong

But mercy was my share

And forgiveness in the grail

I’m saved again and still I hope

When all’s said and done I’ll still reach for those stars

Forever I’ll strive

Forever I’ll climb that bitter rope

Until I find afar

What it is that makes me truly alive.

I search and I find

I ask and receive

I stretch my heart and explore your mind

And behind it all I’ll always believe

My foundation my rock

Once upon a time I never really thought

But today I see

Forever I’ll reach

Never give up

There’s always a way

There’s always hope.

Weekly Word Count

Total: 6,085

Coffee Cup Magic

Steam rises, curls, and twists

White mug, wide rim.

Dark brew, bubbling hot.

I simper in delight, the frothy drink taunting me, tempting me.

I lick my lips, waiting.

Cream.

Thick and white, it swirls and twirls within the rich brown.

Patterns of flourishes and curly ribbons dance in the colors of coffee.

Sugar.

Beads of perfect sweetness.

Crystals of glassy joy.

Lightly they fall into the mixture, blending together.

I breathe deeply, savoring the rich aroma.

Coffee, coffee, coffee.

Ah beautiful!

Balm to ease my rumpled spirit after a long day.

Delectable goodness in a mug.

With a silver spoon I stir the drink, back and forth back and forth.

Add just a hint of vanilla.

Steam still rises, but it’s cooled enough and I can’t wait another second.

At last I raise the cup, the deep dark brew spilling down my throat.

It fills my stomach with soothing warmth.

Crackling copper gold foam tickles my nose and I sigh in contentment.

The creamy texture lifts my spirits like magic.

Treasuring each sip, I grab my book and escape to another world, snuggled between blankets, magic and coffee.

Draining away, the comforting brew vanishes like gold in California.

Sweet, dark, warm.

Ahhh, so velvety and light.

I swallow, the crackle, crackle, crackle ringing softly in my ears.

Foamy and delicious.

Last sip.

I slurp it up.

Savor the lithe delight.  

Empty mug with rings of mocha tinting its belly.

My stiffness and aching heart fade away in the wake of a latte.

Like chocolate and poetry, coffee is food for the soul.