Writing Prompt #2 – Falling From 12,000 Feet

Writing Prompt:  Falling From 12,000 Feet

You’ve signed up to go tandem skydiving for the first time. On the plane, your instructor says he isn’t feeling well, but jumps with you anyway. When you jump, he passes out. Write this scene and the stream of conscious thoughts as you fall towards the earth.

Great, the one time I decide to do something out of my comfort zone, this happens. I have pretty much fast coursed my way to my death. Falling, so much falling, and this dude on my back will not even know when we hit the ground. This should be the other way around. I should be the one passed out and he should be the one awake, saving us in time before we go splat on the ground.

Let’s go skydiving, my brother, Robert, said. It will be great, he said. If I am still alive after this, I will hug him so tight and tell him how much I love him. Then, I will choke him.

Hey! You guys to the left of me – can you not hear me screaming? Can you not see the fear on my face and the frantic waving of my arms? CAN YOU NOT SEE THE LIMP DUDE ON MY BACK?

Oh god – I am going to die. I will never see my family again. No more late night phone calls to my mom to tell her about the silly dreams I have. No more weekly bookstore trips and coffee dates with my brother. No more concerts and camping with my dad. I am not ready to leave them. They are all I have in this world. Whenever I need them, they are always there. No! I am not ready to die. There is too much in life I have not done or seen. Oh no . . . this is it, isn’t it?. Mom, Dad, Robert – I love you. I love you. I love you.

OW! What in the world was that? Why do I feel like I have been yanked? Am I dead? Is that how it feels when you ascend up to heaven? No, that’s not it. The dude! He woke up! So, does this mean I will not die today? Oh my goodness – I am so happy I could pee myself! Uh, well, too late for that, since I have already accomplished that task. Never in my life have I wanted to touch the ground as much as I do right now. The first thing I will do when we land is hug the ground. Then, I will hug the dude, make sure he is ok, and tell him he needs to retire from this gig. Lastly, I will hug my brother . . . and kindly knee him in the balls.

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My Thoughts on the Story:

I really don’t like this one as much as I thought I did.  I was trying to make it comical, but I’m not sure if this came out the way I wanted to.  I liked the whole idea of trying to figure out what would be the last things your character would think about if they were in the midst of possibly falling to their death.  I think I could have been a little bit more serious, and I also should taken the time to set up the story a little bit more.  Like I mentioned before, writing 500 words or less, and trying to set up a story that makes sense, is not that easy.

Let me know what you think I should have done.  I read another post of someone who kind of went in the same direction as me, and I must say, their story was pretty good.  Just saying :-)

Writing Prompt #1 – A Note From the Past

Writing Prompt:  A Note From the Past

Playing in the hallway one day, your kids accidentally bump into your grandfather clock, which has been in the family for years. As it smashes into the ground, you find a note hidden inside from your great grandfather, who died two months after you were born. Strangely enough, the note is addressed to you.

The three of us stood there in silence as we watched the sunlight cascade over the broken glass, making the shattered pieces shine like little diamonds.  Pieces of wood scattered across the floor and to the right, the pendulum of time laid still, never to swing again.

“Mommy,” Leah said between her sobs, “I am sorry.  We were playing choo-choo train and we broke the clock!”

“We are so sorry!”  Kendra screamed as her words morphed into heartfelt cries.  My girls – I love them so much, but dealing with twins can be exhausting at times.

“My loves, it is ok.  It was just a clock.  Mommy needs to clean this mess up, and I need you both to carefully get out of the room, because it is too dangerous for the two of you to stay in here with me.”  I watched as Leah grabbed Kendra’s hand, and the two of them slowly walked out of the room with their heads hung low.

As I turned around to head to the kitchen to grab the broom, something to my left caught my eye.  A white envelope was resting underneath one of the broken pieces of wood from  the clock.

“I wonder where this came from,” I said as I removed the envelope from its hiding place.  There, on the front of the envelope, was my name . . . written in my great grandfathers handwriting.  I knew it was his because I read all of his diaries.  He left them to me, along with the grandfather clock and some other trinkets.  When Papa Joe died, I was 2 months old and his only great grandchild at the time, so he left most of his belongings to me.

Not knowing what I would find inside, I opened the letter to read the words Papa Joe wrote to me.

My dearest Amelia,

The moment your mother gently rested you in my arms, I knew you were the one.  My sweet, sweet girl, the next few words I write are important and I need you to read them carefully.

At family cottage, in the closet located on the left side of the house, the one closest to the kitchen, there is a box with your name engraved on the top.  Once you open the box, you will have some answers to questions you have probably been asking all your life – questions about who you truly are.

One more thing I must say, my love, so pay close attention, and take my words seriously.  This will save your life, even if you don’t believe me. The man you eventually marry, the father of Leah and Kendra – DO NOT TRUST HIM!

I can’t say any more than that.  I love you, my little Blueberry.  Please – be careful.

Love Always,

Papa Joe

After I sat in silence for 20 minutes, only three words escaped my mouth that could explain the way I was feeling.

“What the hell?”

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My direction of the story:

I wanted create a suspenseful story that would leave people wanting more.  You know, the “more questions than answers” approach.  I also wanted to add a point where you’re just wondering how the great grandfather would know  a certain piece of information.  I like those kinds of stories, and thought I would try my hand at it on this prompt.  Not saying I did well with it, but I tried :-)

Question:  Is the word “cascade” used correctly in that sentence?  I am wondering because I know one of the definitions is to fall or pour over like a waterfall.  You can use that word to describe sunlight on something, right?  If not, I need to change that sentence.

Practice, Practice, Practice

In the attempt to become a better writer, I started participating in the weekly writing prompts provided by the Writer’s Digest website.  I have no clue what I am getting myself into, but it is kind of exciting.  Creative writing is something I loved doing when I was younger, but as the years passed, I slowly stopped.  As with photography, it was one of those dreams I imagined myself accomplishing, no matter how many times I gave up on it.

The Writer's Digest Logo

The Writer’s Digest Logo

With the prompts, the stories have to be 500 words or less.  Not as easy as you think it is.  With the first story, I went over about 200 words and had to cut out some parts (of course).  It’s hard, because you feel you need all of your words to truly convey the story you want to tell.  This is going to be fun learning all the aspects of creative writing again.  I am nervous about sharing what I write, but I will not get the feedback if I don’t do it.

I will be posting my stories here and on the website.  I hope this will help me establish confidence in my work.

I have already written two short stories and will publish them today in separate posts.  Feel free to write in the comments about the stories and what I need to work on.  Also, if you decide to participate, let me know!  I would love to have some of you write along with me.  Whatever I can help you with, I would be more than happy to do so!

Happy Writing, Everyone!

There Is No Rule Book

Enjoy life and the beauty that surrounds it. Picture Credit:  Ruby Middleton

Enjoy life and the beauty that surrounds it.
Picture Credit: Ruby Middleton

There is no rule book on how to live your life.  There is no manual out in this world that gives you step by step instructions on the complexities of life.  We learn something new about ourselves everyday, but we learn through trial and error.

We learn through experiences.

We learn by living our lives, knowing that we will make mistakes along the way and that our mistakes will become valuable lessons.

We become so afraid of taking chances that we miss golden opportunities everyday.  Why hold yourself back?  Why keep yourself away from the best that life can offer you?  We wake up to lists, plans, itineraries, but what is wrong with waking up and letting life happen?  Wake up one day and say, “I am not going to live today with a plan to follow.  Today, I will enjoy each minute and let life happen.”  You may surprise yourself at what you can accomplish and that day may turn out to be one of the most epic days of your life.

There is no rule book on how to live your life.  Do not limit yourself from the possibilities that await you.  Take one day at a time, enjoy each day as much as possible and live without any regrets.

We only have one life – do not waste it.

Mornings Are Unacceptable (and “Twins” Are Not What You Think They Are)

The doors that holds me in captivity . . . or is the gateway to my financial freedom?  You can see the bad and good in everything.Picture credit:  Ruby Middleton

The doors that hold me in captivity . . . or are they the gateway to my dreams? You can see the bad and good in everything.
Picture credit: Ruby Middleton

Dear Friends,

Oh!  Today was rough.  Going to work 30 minutes early is, what I would call, unacceptable.  Coming into work at 8:30 a.m. is not a big deal to me.  I am usually on time and ready for the day to start.  Coming in at 8 . . . Totally. Different. Story.  A thirty minute difference sounds minuscule and for most, it not something to fret about.  You go in, do your job, then send your happy butt back home.  Not this girl.  This girl has major, catastrophic issues when it comes to getting to work at 8:00 a.m.  The world spins and fire shoots out from the ground, signaling the end of times.  The sun disappears and darkness engulfs us all.  We are going to die.

Ok – it’s not that bad, but it sure does feel like it.  I feel hungover, even though not a bit of alcohol has touched my tongue.  My head pounds and I stagger from the pure exhaustion from rushing to get ready for work.  My eyes can’t stay open, which then results in me running into a wall, which then causes the ultimate headache of all time.  Yeah – morning person I am not.

Walking the Halls  Picture Credit:  Ruby Middleton

Walking the Halls
Picture Credit: Ruby Middleton

So, I plan on heading to bed early tonight.  I think the whole staying up until midnight watching YouTube videos may have been a major factor in my extreme grumpiness this morning.  Nope – it’s me not being a morning person, in addition to the late night Youtube watching.  The funny part is I remember back in high school, I could stay up all night long reading a book and not miss a beat when I had to wake up an hour after I fell asleep.  Can’t do that now – I wouldn’t wake up in time and then, I would be jobless.  Ugh – I wanna be young again!!!!

Before I head out, I need to make a minor correction.  A friend of mine sent me a text message last night, shortly after I posted my blog entry.  This is what it said:

Read your blog and was wondering why you were wishing your breasts a happy birthday? Then, I realized you were talking about your friends . . . muahahahaha

To clear things up:  When I said Happy Birthday to my Twins, I was not referring to the ones attached to my body.  I was speaking of my friends . . . who are twins.  I call them my twins because they are my friends.  So, twins do not mean boobies!  It did give me a good laugh.  To my friend:  you are such a pervert!  To anyone else who thought this:  Shame on you!  You are perverts too . . . but you’re still my friends.

Sweet dreams, everyone!

Love always,

Rubes

New Experiences: My Inner Artist Came Out To Play (And a Happy Birthday to My Twins!)

Hello Friends,

My inner artist came out to play this weekend and we had a blast.  Look at my beautiful painting!  Isn’t it the most majestic thing you have ever laid your eyes upon?  Go ahead – marvel at the beauty that awaits you.  Go on . . . scroll down . . .

My Butterfly!Picture Credit:  Ruby Middleton

My Butterfly!
Picture Credit: Ruby Middleton

Hahaha!  Did you really think you were going to see a masterpiece?  Well, it may not be the best painting in the world, but for me, it is one of the most amazing things I have ever done.

My friends and I went to Wine and Design, located in the West Ashley area in Charleston, SC.  I did not know what to expect because this was my first time there.  Wine and Design is an art studio where you choose the desired painting (by looking at the calendar they have on the website) you want to recreate and register for that night.  When you get there, you will receive step by step instructions on how to paint the picture of the night, while sipping on the delicious alcoholic drink  you decide to bring with you (if you decide to bring something).  They provide all the materials for you – the canvas, paints, glasses for your drink.  All you need to bring is your drink (and/or snack), and of course, yourself.

Wine and Design - West AshleyPicture Credit:  Lili Ortiz

Wine and Design – West Ashley
Picture Credit: Lili Ortiz

The night my friends picked was called Open Studio.  Here, you get to choose the painting you want to recreate, and then, you are basically on your own.  The instructors walk around and assist you if you need any help, but this is mainly all you.  You can also change the colors of the painting you want to recreate.  To sum it all up, you go and have fun being a kid again.

My best friend, Lili, and her twin sister wanted to do this for their birthday and I am glad for this choice.  Who would have known how fun painting would be?  Well, I guess most of you already knew that, but this is coming from a girl who really does not get out much.  It was a new experience for me and I am definitely planning to do again.

I wanted to write about this on Saturday, but after I arrived home, my bed became more important to me.

Did you enjoy your weekend?  If so, what did you do?

Monday is officially over guys!  Take care and I will see you tomorrow!

Love Always,

Rubes

Wine and Design Website:  http://wineanddesignus.com/WestAshley.html  –>There are other locations you can choose from, but I wanted to represent the one I went to :-)  If you come to Charleston, check it out!

To my friends:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILI AND YVETTE!  You two are amazing and I am happy to have you in my life :-)

Lili and I

Lili (My PPR) and I
Picture Credit – Lili Ortiz

Yvette (Sunshine) and I

Yvette (Sunshine) and I
Picture Credit: Ruby Middleton

 

 

The Waiting Room Chronicles

Hello Friends,

Nothing much to report this way, except it was a busy day at work. The day went by fast and before I knew it, I was heading to the lung specialist for my 3 p.m. appointment.

While sitting in the waiting room, my mind starting thinking about when I was officially diagnosed with Lupus and End Stage Renal Disease (another way of saying complete kidney failure) , and I must say that out of all this time, the one thing I wished I had done was document (in writing and pictures) everything I was going through. So much happened during those years, and it would have been interesting to go back and read how I felt going through each stage of my disease. I would have had so much to talk about: being on dialysis (peritoneal and hemodialysis) , the seizures, waking up from a coma, how it felt knowing my kidneys would never work again, the process of getting on the transplant list, the depressing times at the dialysis clinic, losing my sister in the process of going through all that, and the list goes on and on. Maybe one of these days, I will sit down and try my best to write down everything I can remember. Knowing my story could possibly help someone else down the road and encourage them not to ever give up is a dream I have held on to for a very long time.

I guess that is why I took out my phone and started taking pictures of what was around me. My want to document everything got the best of me, and even though there was not much to look at, I still wanted to have something to remember the day. Note to self: People will look at you strange if you start taking pictures of random things around you. I take it they were not used to someone just taking pictures for the fun of it. Oh well.

I was looking out the window and wanted to get a unique picture of the windows and the cars outside. My idea was to get different angles, but the stares from people stopped me. Lesson #1: become more confident about taking pictures . . . and not care what those around me are thinking of me.

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Here’s a pic of my Blueberry/Tardis, waiting for me to make my escape (You get it? It’s a Ford Escape, waiting for me to make my escape. Funny, eh? No. *Sigh* – Good thing I never went towards the comedy career path).

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Anyone who has ever had a doctor’s appointment or has ever stayed in a hospital should know what this is. You hear it coming down the hallway, it’s wheels squeaking to announce its arrival. We all love it when are arms are squeezed so tight, it feels like the blood is going to burst right through your skin. Every time I hear or see one of these, it reminds of those nights in the hospital when the nurses would come once an hour to check my vitals. Really? Once an hour? I thought the whole point of being in the hospital was to get better and REST. That is kind of hard to do when someone comes into your room at 3 a.m., and then squeezes the life out of your arm. Ahh – good times.

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The appointment went well. All it did was reaffirm what I already knew – I have asthma. Now I can add that to the list of ailments that plague me on a daily basis (asthma, anemia, Lupus . . . yeah, that list can go on forever too, but it’s ok).

The good news of all of this? I am still happy to be alive :-)

No walking was done today – I had a rough two days and I decided to rest (and my definition of rest was playing Sims 3 University Life for about 3 hours. It was worth it). My miles will be caught up by the end of the week.

Tomorrow is Thursday, which means the countdown for the weekend will begin. Take care, my friends.

Love Always,

Rubes