Wednesday Writing Prompt #10

Happy Wednesday everyone! This is a Wednesday prompt that showcases my responses to the writing prompts in this 300 Writing Prompt book. Just something fun to do! Feel free to join in. I may not share every week, but it is fun to share when I do.

Woah! Been SO long since I've shared anything. I got lazy part way through the year. Whoooppppssss. LOL 

- Write about a time everything changed in the blink of an eye. 

I'm sure there are a few, but the first one that comes to mind was in 2012. 

My BF and I had been dating a few months at this point. I had decided that I wanted to move out of my parents' house and move in with my friend (who also happens to be my BF's sister too). I sat BF down and told him my decision. 

He looked at me and without any hesitation asked, "Why don't you move in with me instead?"

Woah! I said yes and my life changed. 6 years later we are still together and bought a new house last year. 

- Write about a souvenir you bought or received.

My favorite was the handmade giraffe that my aunt bought for me many, many years ago. It was from Africa from when she went there as a traveling nurse to help out some locals. 

I'm sad because it is slowly falling apart now. 

- What is the biggest trigger for stress in your life?

When things/decisions are 100% out of my hands. When I have no say in the decision making or outcome I tend to explode into a world of stress. 

~*~

What about you guys? 

Wednesday Writing Prompt #3

Happy Wednesday everyone! It's been a while since I've shared some of my writings from this writing prompt book. I'm really liking it. I highly recommend it. :) There is a 500 one that I bought for my friend...seems a little much for me...hard enough to do these 300. 

1) Name one thing you lied to yourself about. Why did you do this?

Being human can really be a bummer. Sometimes lying to oneself is the only way to survive this crazy world and being a stinky human. Like everyone else I have lied to myself. The most recent example I have to share is about a job I really wanted. I did the interview and I was utterly convinced that I would get it. Even with some of the hints and long lull of waiting, I lied to myself that I was the one. I was the chosen one for the perfect job. Why did I lie? I blame the manager because she promised I was a shoe-in. Alas, I have not heard a word. It is to be assumed that I was not shoe-in the manager and myself promised I was. 

2) What did you get into trouble for the most when you were a kid?

When I was a kid I got in trouble for lying. I hated disappointing or upsetting people. I especially loathed getting in trouble. Lying, of course, would make it worse if I was caught.

3) Do you prefer taking risks or having a safety net?

I prefer a safety net. As much as I wish I was a risky girl, I am not. I blame my parents. They raised me to think and plan.

Wednesday Writing Prompt #2

Happy Wednesday everyone! For Xmas I bought myself a little writing prompt journal. I just now started writing in it. For fun I'll share some of the prompts that I've written. Feel free to join in with your answers! I'm really curious to see what everyone else says.

1) Give your city (or town or region) a new name that reflects what type of a place it is, and explain why you chose that name.

Curve City. There is not a straight road in this city. There are so many lakes, the developers legit had to develop the roads around the lakes. It takes forever to get somewhere. Love the lakes, I do, but it is frustrating. 

A view at my apartments

2) Write about something presently in your life that is "worth it". 

Working is worth it. I would rather be at home making cookies and cleaning. However, I know myself. Without my own income and independence, I would hate my life. I would feel deprieved and locked away. Working allows me to get out, socialize, and get paid. It's totally worth it. 

3) You are the wind's interpreter. What is it saying? 

HUMANS SUCK! Die humans, die. Oh! Look! A piece of garbage! Oh! Look! Someone dropped money.....now it's gone. HA! 

4) Come up with a mathematical formula to express something you know/believe. 

Hard work + Kindness + Love + Humor + Responsibility - Religion - Hate = A decent world

Wednesday Writing Prompts #1

Happy Wednesday everyone! For Xmas I bought myself a little writing prompt journal. I just now started writing in it. For fun I'll share some of the prompts that I've written. Feel free to join in with your answers! I'm really curious to see what everyone else says.

1) What is your favorite way to spend a lazy day? 

The perfect day of laziness requires my comfy bed, the TV, and some snacks. I'll binge watch a TV show or a collection of my favorite movies. During all of  this, I'll read a book, do some writing, or work on a project of some sorts. The best lazy day starts early and staying up late. At one point, there needs to be one or two naps. 

2) Have you ever spoken up when you saw something going on that was wrong? Were you scared? What ended up happening? 

It's really hard for me to defend myself, but when someone is wrongly being attacked or being treated unjustly, I will speak out in their defense. For instance, my mother was pretty much being robbed by a phone company (that I will not name). They realized she was an easy target because her knowledge on technology and phones is limited. They not only overcharged her, but they also treated her like garbage on the street. I had enough and took the phone from her and gave them a swift lesson. They removed the fees and apologized. I spoke with their manager and informed them. Years later, that same company was sued for overcharging by a group of lawyers. My mom received a nice check of some of her money back. I wasn't scared during the fiasco, because it had to be done. Sometimes you need to be the hero. 

3) What is your favorite work of art? What do you love about it?

My favorite work of art would be the Cherry Blossom by Van Gogh. It's beautiful and it resonates within my soul. The colors sooth me and bring a smile to my lips. It is simple, but speaks volumes to me. The painting is an example of the painters brilliance with taking a simple object and bringing it to life. It is for sure my favorite piece ever. 

4) Write a diary entry, dated 10 years in the future.

Dear Diary, 

            Holy cannoli I'm 35 years old!  Not sure why it really hit me today. I guess time flies when life is so busy. It's nonstop at work. Plus I have that novel due next month. I really better get on that. 35 years old and I still procrastinate. Ugh my baby just turned 8 the other day. I can't believe it! Ugh, time slow down. Let me enjoy my youth and my baby's youth! Well....no extra time, I must fly

<3 Carole

Saturday Scribbling Challenge #5: Poetry Edition

This is a fun little writing challenge that Blodeuedd and I have come up with! We each challenge each other with the selected theme. 

This month we decided to do something a little different. We decided to do a poetry challenge! We then had to go find a photo that we personally feel matches what our story is about. 

First....Blodeuedd's poem:

Ode to War
WWI inspired fantasy poem
by Blodeuedd

With a brave heart
and proud mind
I rode.
You are a hero, they told me.
You will save us all, they sang.
My parents smiled,
My friends they laughed.
But now I lie here,
broken and beaten.
Where are you who cheered me on
who hugged me close?
Where are you who promised me honor?
Where are you who promised me everything?





Now, my poem (sorry it went long, hahaha):

Make This Stop 

Inspired by 'I'm Not the Only One' by Sam Smith

by Carole Rae

My heart is pulled
And stuck in between multiple roads,
Multiple ways,
Multiple times,
Multiple dreams,
Multiple desires,
Thump, thump
Blood rising
Palms sweaty
My heart is caught
In between places
Where to choose?
What to do?
No one to choose. 
Left in between
Breathing 
Failing
Breathing
Stilled
Wanting all,
Losing more. 
How to feel?
What to think?
I want it all,
But could lose all. 
I want to be happy. 
I want to be glad,
But all I feel is sad
And mad. 
Mad at the decisions
That lock me in place. 
That tell me what to feel
What to think. 
Make it end. 
Make it stop.
Make this heart choose one way
Or no way at all. 
It is all too much. 
Too many feelings.
I rather be stone,
I rather be alone. 
Make this stop.
Thump, thump
Make this stop. 

Saturday Scribbling Challenge #4

This is a fun little writing challenge that Blodeuedd and I have come up with! We each challenge each other with the selected theme. 

The second challenge is a mix of a photo and a quote. Of course, feel free to join in and share your own stories with the selected theme of the month! 

This month we chose a theme...classic art. Fun!

First....my challenge to Blodeuedd:

Mirror Mirror by Blodeuedd

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"

"You Snow White, you are the fairest in the land."

She turned away with a bitter smile. She might be fair now, but 10 years of marriage, of child birth and neglect did not maken you more beautiful. She had been so fair back then, young and pretty. Happy to have met her Prince. Her prince who had kissed a seemingly dead woman. She really should have understood that something was wrong with him back then. Instead they had married, and she had suffered through their marriage and cold marriage bed. He did what he said was his duty, but as she was not dead anymore, she held no interest to him. She shivered at the thought, and how he had tried to, now she would not think of those dark times. It still gave her nightmares. It still made her throat ache, the need to take deep breaths filled her lungs and she closed her eyes. Do not think of that. She moved on.

She gave the mirror one last look. It was her curse, and she knew that one day it would say someone else. Another pretty name. And that day the bitter resentment would fill her, and fill her with a need to hunt and kill. She already felt it looking  at the young maidens coming to court. All pretty and young. Even her own daughter promised to be a beauty when growing up. All while Snow would fade. She was only 24, but felt so old, so old compared to the ones her husband favored. She was a matron. An old woman with 6 children.

She closed the door behind her and locked it. This was her chambers, her dirty secret. How she would stare into that mirror for hours.  How the longing would fill her, the longing to stay young and beautiful forever. She knew her wizard was cooking up new potions for her, to make her skin glow, her hair grow longer and darken. Her...she hurried her steps, lost in thought. She had to be fairest of them all.





Now, Blodeuedd's challenge to me:

Freedom and Green Ribbon by Carole Rae

The snow was melting as Lady Elspeth stared down at the rows and rows of soldiers forming. The sounds of metal and wood clashing disturbed the morning silence and peace. Yells of orders carried on the wind. Lady Elspeth gently placed her hand on the window ledge and the other hand on the side of the window. Her face was stone cold, but if you looked deeply in her eyes you could see the pain and despair.

Today was the day.

Today was the day she may never see her beloved husband again. The day her infant son would be raised with his father. Today was the day the war began.

Her husband’s troops trained and waited all winter for the snow to melt, so they could begin their journey to fight for freedom. Lady Elspeth wanted freedom as much as any other good Scottish woman, but at what cost? Why did freedom have to cost nonstop bloodshed? Why could freedom not be won by words of persuasion? The English King was barbaric, but the right words and the person could influence the King? However, this was a man’s world and the world was full of fighting, pride, and blood. It was a shame. If only this was a woman’s world. Maybe someday.

“Come from that window. You are letting in a chill!” Demanded Lady Elspeth’s mother-in-law, who sat bundled up in furs by the fireplace.

“In a moment, Mother.” She replied. With a sigh, she took in the winter breeze. As she was about to shut the window. A familiar man came into view on his gallant black and white horse. He walked the horse under the window.

With a strong voice he yelled up, “Elspeth! Elspeth my love! Give me your smile!”

Lady Elspeth’s stone face melted away with a glorious smile. She replied, “You are nothing but a charmer dear husband!”

He and many of the men around him laughed.

Lady Elspeth continued, “Dear husband! You best come back in tact! Here,” She took her ribbon from her hair and dropped it down to her husband, “take this piece of me. It’ll remind you to come home!”

Her husband jumped off his horse and fetched the green ribbon that held together the braid from Lady Elspeth’s hair. He inhaled the smell of her hair from it. With a smile up at her, he wrapped the ribbon around the hilt of his sword, “I fight for the freedom of not only Scotland….but of my wife and son! May they live in a world where they can be free!” Without another word, he jumped back up on his horse and led the troops forward.

Lady Elspeth’s smile hardened back to stone. She waved a last goodbye and closed the window. 

Saturday Scribbling Challenge #3

This is a fun little writing challenge that Blodeuedd and I have come up with! We each challenge each other with the selected theme. 

The second challenge is a mix of a photo and a quote. Of course, feel free to join in and share your own stories with the selected theme of the month! 

First....my challenge to Blodeuedd:

The Ones who Walked Before by Blodeuedd

The gate was falling apart, one last remnant of those who walked before, but these days everyone worshiped the one god. The god brought over by the conquerors. The god who thrived on blood sacrifices and mindless killings. But that it was happened when everyone just fell to their knees and gave up. Gave up in the face of adversity and forgot who they were. And now they kissed the feet of the Mighty Elkins, and worshiped to the sounds of screams in the temples of Akatan.

Ronan could see  smoke in the distance and wondered if this time it would be different. The last rebellion had failed, but this time one of the ones who walked before had risen to lead the rebellion. Not the one whose temple gate Ronan guarded, but another one. The one who gave shelter from the rain, and fed your hunger. All while Ronan stood guard over the one who hugged you close and embraced you in your final hour. But then he did not want to be there, he was no coward, but this was his sacred duty as a Knight of Old. Protect the one who walked before until death. He could not leave, he would not leave.

A dragon roared in the distance, and he knew that rebellion would be crushed. One did not win over the Fire beasts. It was just not done. More of the ones who walked before would have to wake up to win this time. He leaned his head against his staff and sighed. No one came here anymore, they were afraid. They were forgetting and the old ones would never wake. They would remain slaves and the one god would spread his rule of blood worship.

He was the last one. 

He would remain the last one.





Now, Blodeuedd's challenge to me:

The Shadows of Justice by Carole Rae

All his life he dreamed of being a somebody. He dreamed of the crowds calling his name and women swooning at his mere presence. All he wanted was to be loved and wanted. The very thought of it made his heart beat and swell. However, it could never be. He could never be anybody, but a shadow in the night. No one could ever know the powers he possessed. This was not some Marvel or DC comic. This was the real and dark world. People with powers or who thought they had power are ridiculed, mocked, locked away, or simply vanished. Heroes do not exist and are not worshiped like Superman or Batman. Its a fairy-tale. 

Donning his black cloak, he hid in the shadows and made his contribution to the betterment of this world this way. No adoring crowds, just the gurgle of blood and pleading eyes of the evil-doers who harmed the innocent. 

He has no name like the fake heroes of the comics. He is just the shadow of justice that cleans up those who fall through the cracks of Lady Justice's scales. 

A light breeze jostled his cloak as he stood motionless on one of the decaying roofs over this once luminous town. A grim look sat on his face. There were so many bad and evil things in this world and no matter how much he tried he couldn't save everyone and those he did save never gave him a thank you. He wish he could say that no thanks were needed.....but his heart deemed that a lie. All he ever wanted was to be loved and rewarded for his kind gifts to humanity. Would it be easier to just do nothing like everyone else? Ignore the pain and the suffering? It would be, but even though he was a just a shadow and no one knew what he did night after night, he made an oath and a promise to do good and rid the world of darkness.

Saturday Scribbling Challenge #2

This is a fun little writing challenge that Blodeuedd and I have come up with! We each challenge each other with the selected theme. 

The second challenge is a mix of a photo and a quote. Of course, feel free to join in and share your own stories with the selected theme of the month! 

First....my challenge to Blodeuedd:

My Tree by Blodeuedd

I'd like to tell you a story of a girl I used to know. She had hair fair as sunshine, she had eyes sparkling like emeralds. She had a tongue that could suck the life out of you.


I met her one rainy night on the Brooklyn Bridge.

"What are you doing good Sir?" She asked as she strolled by, as if the sun had been shining and the weather warm.

I was sitting on the rail looking at the water. Down on my luck. Not a dime to spare, not a thought of others in my mind.

"What do you think," I said as she came to sat next to me. Dangling her legs and laughing in the rain. Looking down and grinning right back at me. And I stared, how I stared. She was beautiful. Then rain did not even seem to touch her and her smile it brightened the darkest night.

"Come on, let me buy you pie." She said and gave me her hand.

I took it and together we find a diner. It was the best pie I had ever had, and I was a goner. She was all I could think of, all I could dream of, all I could imagine having. We spent a few glorious days together, making love and laughing. I did not even notice how I seem to shrink into myself. Like the air itself was sucked from my lungs.

It ended a sunny afternoon. She took me to the woods, she said she wanted to get out of the city. I had a ring in my pocket, a ring I had stolen the night before. It was a work of air with a sapphire on it that would had cost me a fortune to earn. It seemed to burn a hole through the pocked, and I could not wait to give her it.


She took me to a tree, a tree sporting fall colors and she dreamily looked up.

"This is my tree, "she told me with her silken voice. A knowing smile on her face.

"Ok," I said and she leaned in to kiss me.

"My tree, " she whispered and sucked the last life out of me.


And this is now where I am, a ghost tied to a tree with so many more. But I still get to see her when she brings men to us. Men to die, Men to be buried under the roots. We all long to see her one last time.....

Now, Blodeuedd's challenge to me:

The Transformation by Carole Rae

The only word they allow me to say is yes. I have no choices. I was born into this and I cannot escape my fate. Tomorrow is the day and it is eating me alive…..

Gently, I close my diary. The ring of my pack sparkles under the candle light. It just lies there so solid and so unescapable. A sigh leaves my lips as I roll back over. I force my eyes close. I might as well get some sleep before the day of my first change happens.

I am lightly shaken away, “Daughter, daughter.” I peel my eyes open and my lovely mother is leaning over me with a soft smile, “Let us get you ready. There is some breakfast for you.” As I sit up, I grab the golden ring with a green emerald center. There is a serpent intertwined with the diamonds and emerald. In the mouth there is a diamond. Its eyes seem to be boring into my soul every time I look it.

Mother leads me to a seat in front of the mirror. I refuse to look at myself in the mirror. Mother gently brushes my dark black hair and she goes on and on about the ceremony and the transformation. She tries to comfort me and encourage me to eat the food before me. I only nod and do not take any food.

Once mother is done with brushing my hair and make-up, she lightly places my golden band on my head. The pearls lay coldly on my forehead, “You are the most beautiful, my dear. Look at yourself.” I do as she says and look up. I stare into my eyes and I can see the fear there.

~*~

The doors are opened and I stand by the opening. Our pack file out one by one. Each person congratulates me and offers me a hug and some offer me some words of advice. Finally everyone is gone except my parents and me. They each hug me and kiss my forehead. Before mother leaves she touches my cheek, “My dear girl. Do not be scared. It will hurt since it is your first. I love you very much and…..I am sorry, but the pack is your family and this….this IS a gift. You will see.” I say nothing as they leave.

The sun is setting and I just stand at the door. I pull my cloak over my head and stare down at my ring. The serpent’s white eyes glitter and stare at me. I touch the diamond and let out a huge sigh.

The moment the sun has set a huge pain strikes my body and heat takes over my body. I fall to my knees. I rip my black cloak off and begin to crawl away from the black doors. The moon is hidden behind the clouds and rain begins to pour down. It feels good on my burning skin.

It feels like the skin from my body is being torn away. I can barely breathe! I had made a promise to transform with dignity, but a scream rips from my throat and tears pour as hard as the rain around me. I fall to my side and cry out curses to my pack and this “gift”. The pain grows and grows and I want this to end. I scream to the point that my throat is raw.

I black-out for just a moment.

The rain stops as I open up my eyes. My view is weird and everything is sharper and clearer. Standing up, I go over to a puddle. My reflection is no longer of me, but a black and white wolf. I want to cry, but all I do is howl to the now shining moon. 

Saturday Scribbling Challenge #1

This is a fun little writing challenge that Blodeuedd and I have come up with! We each challenge each other with the selected theme. The first challenge was a photo challenge! Of course, feel free to join in and share your own stories with the selected theme of the month! 

First....my challenge to Blodeuedd:

Fairy by Blodeuedd

The summer evening was warm. A faint breeze made her relax ,and she shut her eyes. The grass was comfortable and she wanted to lie down and just sleep. But no, she has a mission, she had already been here for hours. She had gone from hot, to warm, to now, a perfect temperature, but she was tired, hungry and thirsty. Still she sat where she sat, listening, waiting.

A ruffle through the grass made her look. Only a rabbit this time. She sighed and continued. If nothing happened soon she would go insane. She could not sit here forever. The sun would go down, it would get dark, it would be dangerous.

Why could they not arrive? She needed them! She needed to catch a fairy. Not tomorrow, not in a week, but today.

So there she sat. Listening, waiting. A mouse ran past. A hawk circled above her head. She heard a horse in the distant. She worried about the wolves sighted nearby. She worried what her family would say if she did not make it home in time for dinner.

One fairy, she wanted to catch just one.

“Alyssa!”

Damn it. She pretended not to hear and knew they would not look here. They would look around the house. In the orchards, in the stables, in the gardens behind the house, in the pastures. Then the woods, and then this lovely meadow behind the woods. The only reason she had heard her father was because she knew he would always call her name when he brought the sheep from the hills. Just in case she was where she should not be. Though he never looked, because he knew. Of course he knew.

There, there one was. She got excited and then, yes, she got one! She lifted up her net and saw the tiny fairy. She smiled and watched its pretty wings. It looked like a tiny human, just fiercer, taunt lines in its face, pointed ears, strange hair and colored skin. It looked tasty.

She held her net tight as she went home. Tonight she would eat fairy meat. Mmmm, she loved the taste of fairy meat in the evening.

Now, Blodeuedd's challenge to me:

Snow and Hills by Carole Rae

Once upon time there lived a young warrior god who fell in love with a human. She was a beauty. She had a strong and noble heart. The god would visit her in her dreams. He would hold her closely and speak sweet nothings to her. By morning he would have to slip away from her dreams and return back to world of the gods.

The young girl enjoyed her dreams, but she could not live in that fantasy, so she decided to find a husband. It was not hard to find one, because she had many suitors. Soon her engagement to a local farmer was announced and the god who loved her was outraged.

He demanded to be allowed go to Earth and claim his love. The other gods merely laughed and denied him. They told him that it was an impossible love, because she was a mortal and would die in the blink of an eye. He was outraged, but he bowed down to their wisdom.

Years passed and the young god watched his beloved from his heavenly throne. She lived a full life, but not necessarily a happy one. The man she married treated her decently, but he never whispered sweet nothings, never held her close, and never truly loved her like the god had. The couple bore many children, but she always felt like something was missing. The god watched her live her life and continued to visit her in her dreams.

Then one winter day, the now old woman laid down to sleep. Just like normal, the young god slipped into her dreams. In her dreams, the old woman became young again. However, there was sadness in her eyes.

The god asked, "What is wrong my love?"

"I feel like this is the last time I will see you." She replied with a heavy sigh.

"What do you mean?" He chuckled. He brushed her strand of golden hair behind her ear.

She stepped away from his embrace, "The underworld is calling for my soul."

"What?"

"My time has come. I can feel my soul being torn away."

"No! No! I will not let the underworld have you!" He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him.

"I'm sorry. Goodbye my love. Thank you for loving me even though it was just a dream." She began to fade away among the drifts of snow. He scrambled and sobbed as she fell threw his hands like snowflakes. She was gone. A part of his soul died as the dream ended and he was forced to return to reality.

The other gods did not laugh when he returned. They felt pity and empathy for the young warrior god who had loved and lost.

"I go to the mountains...do not follow me. Do not call for me. I will be one with the snow and the hills." Not a single god or goddess tried to fight him and beg for him to stay.

For all eternity he remained in the hills with the snow. His soul and heart always yearning for his one and only love.

1.2 Favorite Character (Free-style Poetry)

***By the way I am super proud of this after I finished. The idea behind these prompts is that you do free-style writing for a couple minutes. No editing, no going back and making changes. Just write until you are done. I decided to make this into a poem.***

Prompt - Describe your favorite character from a book, movie, or TV show. Be sure not to use the character's name or the name of where he/she comes from.

Dilly dally,

Dance around the clock.

Never to age, never to die

Except by a strike

Of his waved blade,

That drips blood of pain.

Once a man,

who lost it all.

Who would try to gain,

But would still fall.

Two things would lead to 

His doom:

One he gained when lost and

One as pretty as a bell.

Once alone and scared.

Once alone and scarred. 

For all magic comes with a price,

Even with all the gold

And power to mold

The futures of all.

Little he knows

That one or two do

Love him so.

Even his scaly skin

And corrupted heart

Won't stop their hearts

That love him so.

Forever is he doomed

If he can not break free

Of his cursed soul.

Once he can become a man

And not a beast.

Not a coward.

Not scared.

Not evil.

Not the Dark One,

But simply be Rumpelstiltskin.