One Resolution, Three Words

Finish my novel

My resolution for this year is to finally finish the novel I started for Nanowrimo and have been working on ever since. This is the second draft of this story and sometimes I just want to say it’s done even though it’s not just to make it go away.

It’s a fusion world between two series that I watched a lot of back in the 90’s: Sailor Moon and Star Trek. It’s a weird fusion that was inspired by one of the best friends I had as a child. In a way they kind of compliment each other, but also disregard certain things from those two fandoms.


This resolution is brought to you by Trifecta.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifextra-week-ninety-nine.html

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If Only, If Only

Sometimes she wondered if life would have been easier if she had never been found, if she had stayed in her little world that never went further than the edge of the trees and had absolutely nothing to do with humans.

Or anything with only one form.

Beings that had one form and were able to sweet talk you into leaving your own home behind were trouble, just like her brother had always said.

Nothing good will come from the humans, little sister. He would admonish her whenever she wanted to hear more about what little he knew about the strange creatures that would seldom come to their little corner of the world.

She wished she had listened as she moved slightly and the sound of chains was the only reply to the movement.


Written for this week’s FreeWriteFriday prompt. Also the latest part of my Phoenix ‘Verse.

http://kellieelmore.com/2013/12/27/fwf-free-write-friday-quote-prompt-3/

Vintage Games

Listening to the sound of my younger sister and her husband talk video games with our eldest niece and nephews.

“The owl has more usefulness than Sheik!”

“We get the picture!”

I accidentally mentioned that I wish there was more Sheik usage in the game “Zelda: Ocarina of Time.” It was the only Zelda game that I ever played as a kid and my eldest niece was asking for pointers on how to do something for the Princess of the Twilight (is that the right one?) game that she had borrowed from one of her aunts. I know nothing about that game other than Link is the main character and Zelda will likely be mentioned in it somewhere.

Her response was amusing.

“You mean I have to figure this game out by myself?!”

shrugs I like getting them into vintage games. They are harder and take a little bit more skill than some of the newer games that are gore-free. Most of the kid-friendly games nowadays seem to have built-in cheats that make them easier to move up in levels with less skill. Not that they spend a lot of time on anything electronic anyway, but sometimes they need something a little more challenging when they are playing video games.

Now if only Wii would have “Donkey Kong: Country” available in their Wii Store again.

White Out

“Father, forgive me.” she whispered even as she brought the weapon in her hands down over his head.

The old man slumped over in his chair, the book that had been in his hands hit the floor with a dull thump. his head tilted against the side of the wing-back armchair he had been sitting in before the fire that continued to crackle on in front of him.

The old man had been kind to her in a way that not many had ever been. He wasn’t her father, but he had been someone’s. Even now she could see the pictures hanging on the walls with faces smiling at her from still frames.

He had never talked about the children he and his wife had before her death, but she could tell that he had loved them. She didn’t know why he was alone during this time of year, but he had taken her in off the streets and given her a place to stay during the blizzard that continued to blow even now. She glanced out the window at the wash of white that reflected the light of the fire. It was bright out tonight, as bright as it had been when she’d first slumped on the porch, no knowing that it even was a porch. He’d found her when he’d gone out to fetch more wood for the fire, but she was unconscious by then.

For all his kindness, there had been an evil in him that he hadn’t been aware of. An evil that she could feel and she mourned having to do this, but knew that he would break free of whatever it was that was holding in the evil before the snow had finished settling and the blizzard had passed.

She didn’t like thinking about how she knew this, just accepted the fact that she knew it and needed to take steps in order to stop it, no matter how distasteful those steps were.

She would burn the body once the blizzard stopped, but until then he would be placed in the woodshed where his frozen body would not decay.

With trembling fingers she closed his sightless eyes.

“I’m sorry, Father.” she whispered once again.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge and no I have no idea where this story came from. It demanded to be written as vaguely as possible and wouldn’t leave me be.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-108.html

Marriage Isn’t For You

I remember coming across this the day it was posted and thought, “Huh, sounds about right. Being in love isn’t something you are it’s something you can be. It’s not static.” I was really surprised to find that the person who’d written the article was now here on WordPress as well. It’s a great article that really makes you think.

Seth Adam Smith

Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.

Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.

I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for ten years until…until we decided no longer wanted to be just friends. 🙂 I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all.

Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy?

Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.

Perhaps each…

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Don’t Sleep In

It happened at sunrise on Christmas morn,

The children were sleeping

At first, quite soundly.

Then there came the sound of feet

Running down stairs,

Or was it up?

I was sleeping soundly,

And so only heard it distantly.

Not soundly enough, though,

As I heard a shout.

“I told you kids not to open ALL the presents!

Just the ones with your names on them!”