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About NM Kay

A 20-something stay at home mom of 2 wonderful boys <3 I love music, writing, reading, sports, and the outdoors. :) I'm also a sacred name Christian that believes in and follows the bible. I'm married to the most amazing man, and I love him with all of my heart! <3

Shattered TearDrops info and scene


I have been working on this story for about…..two years now I believe… wait could be three actually. Either way I’ve been working on it for awhile now (that’s not counting the time I just had it in my brain collecting dust, and small scenes of it written out on paper), and I’m just dying to get it finished. Sadly between having T, moving, baseball, school, and other things life as thrown at us these last few years, I have only been able to start it, work on a few pages here and there, let it collect dust for a few months, work on it a little more, let it collect dust again, and repeat. Over and over again. It still is not done though. Sigh I think I have a good chunck of it finished but its still technically the first draft so I still need to go over it for spelling errors and messed up wording, then have someone read it to see what mess ups they can find and get their feedback. Then I have to choose if I want to self publish or try and find a publisher. UGH Oh and this writers block that I seem to keep getting is of no help whatsoever, and it is very frusterating. -_-

One cool thing about this story though, is that several years ago when I was getting my tired rotated at FIRESTONE I actually met someone (an employee) that looked exactly how I wanted my main male character to look!! 0.0 And after almost a half hour of being shy and nervous I finally asked him for a pic so I could have it for the character, he was nice about it and let me have one, even added me on FB so I could let him know when I finished it. 🙂 I feel kinda bad that it has taken me this long to do so though.

Anyways….Here is a scene from the book, please let me know what you think, or if there are any errors!! THANKS!!!! ^_^

Like a stab to her heart, her mind went over the events of that fateful day; as usual it was beautiful day, it was warm but not too much just like any other day in Fall. Her parents had decided to treat them to a day at the lake, and a nice BBQ meal with dessert to celebrate her brother Xalvador getting his first real job.
Zamora felt some pain when her mind started to battle itself, part of it wanting to finish the day off nicely with them all going to bed and continuing with life happily, while another part was slicing through the smiles bringing blood stained wood and screams.
Relax. She told herself. Nowing that even though she wished the day had ended peacefully it actually had not and that she needed to know what happened.
They were standing on the porch admiring the full moon after just finishing dessert when he came out of nowhere. Like a shadow in the night completely unseen. Her brother was the first to go, the sickening sound of his neck snapping, bones breaking to do what they were not meant to do- broke the silence of the night followed by a scream from her Mom,
“Xalvador!” she ran to her son who now lay on the ground lifeless.
Zamora’s step-dad yelled at her and her step-sister to run.
The man turned to her Mom next. A blade silently slid across her throat, cutting straight through to the arteries, speckles of her warm blood showering everything around her as she reached to grab her throat

Zamora could hear her own scream leave her as her eyes took in the scene around her. She wanted to run to get away before he got to her next but when his cold eyes landed on her next she froze for a moment just staring at him.
The light in the yard aided by the full moon lit up his features he had scars across his face; he stood close enough for her to see the cloudiness of his blind eyes; his blonde hair was grown out just enough that it almost reached his eyes while the rest was tied back with a red ribbon. A metal headband that the light shined off was wrapped around his forehead, it had two red and two green lights angled at his temples that flashed. His left arm had metal woven around it curving out the muscles of his bicep and triceps; it ended as a metal glove for his hand. He wore a sleeveless shirt that cling to his chest making it ripple every time he moved and his pants looked to be leather with three belts that looped around his waist and hips holstering different weapons.
It was when he reached for something in a small pouch that was looped to one of the belts, that her body finally kicked in, and she turned to run. Fear raced through her and her heart pounded against her rib cage.
A device clanged as it hit the wooded porch by her feet; it let out a red glow closing her into an energy field,
“I get to spare you dearie, but you get to watch.” He said with a wink, before pulling out two throwing knives and threw them at her Step-sister who was trying to make a run for it in the woods that was across the road, though had not gotten far. She fell to the ground with a scream of pain as the knives buried themselves into her thighs.
He turned toward her step-dad who was sitting on the steps of the porch cradling his dead wife in his arms, crying, blood soaking his clothes and pooling on the wooden porch around them.
“No please! Leave him alone!” Zamora cried, not wanting to see another member of her family killed.
“Don’t worry it’ll be quick.” He smirked over his shoulder at her.
Tears ran down her face, as she fell to her knees, “No, please, don’t do this.” She begged through the tears. However, he just ignored her and kept walking the last few steps to his target.
“Any last words old man?” he asked putting a gun to his head.
“We love you Zamora; we have faith in you, always remember what you father taught you.” He said looking at her through the tears,
“I love you too!” she said placing a hand on the red shield around her.
Husband touched his lips against his wife’s forehead closing his eyes he gave her a gentle kiss. Taking in his last breath, smelling the Coconut in her hair and tasting the salt in his own tears, “See you soon my love.” he whispered.
Pain, sadness, hate and anger crashed through her body and shattered Zamora’s heart as the thundering sound of a gunshot split through the air and her Dad’s body went limp. Teardrops falling off her face and splashing on the wood by her knees.
“No!” She yelled, “You are a Monster!”
“That’s a matter of opinion, dear.” He stated holstering his weapon and then walking over to where her sister had fallen.
Yvon was trying to crawl away when he got to her, he grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her back with him. Her cries of pain echoed through the still air as she tried to keep up with the man to keep from being dragged too much. He tossed her on the wooden floor beside her sister; they looked at each other tears in their eyes, reflecting the pain they both felt, but having no words of comfort to share.

Well that’s it for that scene. It was hard for me to write this, and still make a change every so often, but for the most part I think its done. What do you think???

Shattered TearDrops

Shattered TearDrops

The intro for a story I have been working on for the past couple years…..let me know what you think!

Who are we? We are what are left of the human race, we may live on Earth but we do not live by Mother Nature anymore.

  Humans were populating too much, there was not enough room for us all and where there was room the government was in control and there was war and suffering everywhere.

  Soon sickness and disease came and almost all the nations were wiped out; so few were left. Some say it was the Government, some say it was the homeless and beggars, other’s say Mother Nature was mad at us for what we were doing to her planet, no one really knows for sure though.

  Natural disasters were hitting every continent destroying cities, burying small towns, coastlines disappearing into the oceans.

 Therefore, to save the rest of us that were left, some of the top scientists of the world got together and decided to build an island that we could all live on, an island in the middle of the ocean far away, from where we all came from.

 In addition, to keep us safe we could no longer live by Mother Nature, she no longer controls weather, time or seasons; we are told it is so we do not have to suffer again at the hands of unexpected storms or natural disastrous. Our leaders control it all, though in the land that we live we do not experience all the seasons together through the year either; they separated the land into sections for each individual season instead. Spring at the center, the very heart of our New Nation, Summer surrounds it, Fall was at the North and South ends of Summer, Winter just pass the northern and southern parts of Fall and the eastern and Western seas  surround us on all sides .

 War is a forgotten thing as well, criminals (those who are apprehended) are dealt with harshly, and the Peace Corp helps those that are in need- caring for the old and the young, the rich and the poor alike.      Sounds almost perfect does it not?

It is not… Sadly. We still do have criminals who evade the law, and there are Peace Corp Officers who try to take advantage of their power. Rich still want to be distant of the poor, and the young still think they know more than what the old could teach; not all but still a good amount if you looked closely enough. Our laws are not much better either, we are no longer allowed to grow our own foods, only certain people that our leaders elect are allowed to grow the foods we need; same goes for hunting and fishing. Everything is controlled. We are not allowed to use natural resources such as Solar, Wind or Water Power either, only the cities and specially selected people are able to do that. Families of class also have to be mindful of their actions because one wrong step could cause an up-roar that usually did not end well.

Over the years though a secret group of people have formed, calling themselves-Sulani- they oppose almost everything our Leaders say; trying to free us from under their powerful reign. So that even though we may not be perfect we could still learn to live for ourselves and to care for the planet once again; to be free of fear, and to not have every detail of our life controlled by someone else more smart or powerful.

 There is a telling that a day will come, when we are ready, we will find a way to be free again; to be able to live back in our home nations that we have forgotten so long ago. That our Ancestors- the original leaders of our nation –left behind something great and powerful that could help us achieve the dream they had for us of a new world. That, hopefully, when that day came not only would we be ready but the outside world as well; that the planet has finally been able to heal and be able to support us once again. The Sulani say it should have happened centuries ago, but the Leaders do not want to give up their power and have twisted it so much it has now become a myth.

That is where our story lays, between finding the truth within a myth, to help free the human race.

Life isn’t perfect, it’s hard.


^^This is So true!^^

Sometimes it gets very difficult and stressful, I doubt and question myself so much, or the boys drive me so insane that I wish they’d be older so I could just have a moment to regroup and not worry about a crying baby 2 seconds later because his brother did something he didn’t like. I swear the list could probably go on for a while; I stress over almost everything when it comes to being a good wife and mom. Asking myself if it’s good enough? Am I doing a good job? 

My house seems to be constantly a mess even after vacuuming it 3 times or picking up scattered toys for what feels like the hundredth time. Dishes stacking up during the day only to get almost all the way done before dinner when more get stacked on. And laundry….well never mind, you get the point. 

But then I take a deep breath and realize my boys are only going to be this age once, and that this stage of “needing mommy every 2 seconds” is not going to last forever! The day will come (sooner than I really want  it to) when they won’t need me hardly anymore, when they won’t want those extra hugs and kisses or for me to tuck them in or rock them to sleep while I sing songs. And My husband won’t need the encouragement for today, tomorrow. Once today is over there’s no doing it over. You can’t say “well I meant to..yesterday.” or put it off by saying  “I can do that tomorrow.” When it comes to family. You never know what the day will hold. 

Yes keeping a clean house is good, but it will always be there, I just have to try my best and except it. I’d rather give my husband and children the extra attention than the house and miss a treasured  moment with them. 

I’m not perfect, I wish I was; I get cranky,  emotional- very emotional- irritated, stressed, & short tempered,  (like today for example), and just want to have a day get over with ASAP, or leave kids with daddy for few just to be free from little hands clawing me almost nonstop. But then there are those days when I would not trade this life for anything in the world and I know that even though times get tough I’m still greatly blessed and I love my family with all my heart no matter what. 

I’ve just got to take it a day at a time and have faith that God has it all under control no matter what may be going on. 🙂 

Fussy Nursing baby and an emotional crying toddler

Farewell July

Farewell July

​July has officially ended,  I’d like to say YaY and that I can finally relax but not totally…yet. Though I’ll definitely be taking it easy a little, or at least I’ll try to, Haha. 

For my writing project in July I wrote 32k words (the most I’ve ever written in a month before, so that is exciting!) But it’s not done, though I will be taking a break from it for at least this month so I can hopefully edit and completely finish my short story from May (cause that’d be awesome!). If I can get it done then I’m thinking about putting it on Amazon. excitement 

With also having had a few birthdays in July and the 4th of July I think all In all it was a really great month! 😀 I’m really looking forward to this month and September! 🙂

Thanks goes to my amazing husband who encouraged me as I tried to push myself to get all those words wrote! I love you sweetie! ❤

Also to the other writers in my group for Camp NaNo, it was great to have y’all as writing companions this past month! 


Gideon is 4 years old as of two days ago. He’s growing up so fast! 😦 We took him to the Lake and he got a bunch of Ninja Turtle stuff which he absolutely loved! 😀 

Daily Prompt: Water






I can push you out
Or pull you in,
When calm enough you see a reflection,
Raging I can cause a storm,
I float away when hot,
Yet harden like stone when Cold,
I can bring life,
As well as take it,
Strong to overcome stone,
Gently I can heal.




Daily post prompt: water

Daily prompt: Empty


I had love,
Happiness could’ve been ours,
You pretended and lied,
Covering a hatred you held,
Now your secret is out,
You can no longer hide,
My death you seek,
Cold betrayal I feel,
I try to cover the pain,
As you take me away,
Leaving me to rot,
Wondering how I did not see,
Knowing there’s little hope left,
You killed my friend,
I am alone,
Nothing but emptiness as company.

N.K 6/2016

Daily prompt: Struggle


Struggles of a Night Nursing Baby
Good night my child,
May we sleep well,
A snack for you,
So we can sleep more,
How are you hungry?
You need to sleep,
Why scream and cry?
Mommy is here,
You have eaten from both sides,
Please go to sleep,
Are you cold or hot?
Tired or hungry?
Rocking or standing,
You still nurse while crying,
You are finally back asleep,
Please sleep more than two hours.
Why, my child, why?
Last night you nearly slept all night,
Shh, baby sleeping still,
Let’s rest more until he wakes,
Energy they have in abundant,
Coffee I need to keep up,
Daytime smiles and hugs,
Out weighs the sleepless night struggle. 💖


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Insomnia thoughts


What to talk about? … for some reason, I never really know what to write on my blog. I open the app to write a post but most the time I just stare at the bright screen not sure of the words that I should put. Knowing that everything I write and publish in here is read not only by family and friends but strangers too.
What if I offend someone? Or if something I say is understood wrong? Or my Faith gets questioned because I don’t explain something right? Or worse, I say something wrong and gives people the wrong idea not just of me and my family but of God as well? Am I sharing too much of my life? Should I pretend everything seems to be rainbows in my life just so it doesn’t seem like I’m complaining about it? Even though I know I’m truly blessed.

How does anyone ever really know what to say?

There have been so many topics I’ve wanted to tall about but haven’t for fear of being misunderstood.
I am a young mind after all what do I know? Right?
Why cause the drama?
Its probably just a single small voice in the minority group against the mighty voice of the majority group, right?
What difference will it make?


But think about this… if I don’t speak up, who will? If the minority started to get quieter voice by voice there won’t be anyone to stand up against the majority, no one to try and stand up for what they think is right. And that, my dear friend, will be a sad day.

Why should I be afraid when they aren’t? They won’t even bat an eye to speak their minds, we shouldn’t either. But so many of us do….. why?

Why do we continue to let them tell us how to live? What to except or not except?
America has become a very sad country to live in.
We mourn over the 50 people killed in a shoot out yet hardly ever give a second thought to the millions of babies murdered through abortion every day.
We will imprison someone for buying or selling marihuana but we let rapists and pedophiles go free.
We support people who lie and cheat to be our leaders.
We give perverts free passes into opposite gender bathrooms just so gays know they are welcomed into either one.
We give rich raises while our own military struggle to make ends meet and still have to take a pay cut.
We want to bring in refugees while our own people struggle and are homeless on the streets.
We want to pay the person flipping the burger more than the one who saves your life.
We encourage sex, yet when a teenager gets pregnant we wonder why.
We are told to welcome other people and religions openly but ban the bible and prayer because it offends one person.
We blame objects or victims  for a crime instead of the criminal themself.
We ban natural things and are told to encourage chemicals in our food.
We protect animals and criminals more than we protect our own born  and unborn children.
We forsake God in everything we do, even though he used to be the cornerstone of our lives,  Country.
We throw prayer and bible out of schools but give it in prisons to try and help the men and women there.

Why America?
Why did we let this happen? Because we are stupid idiots that’s why! We ignore God and everything goes south from there.
Its sad.

Forgive them, for they know not what they do.

They follow blindly, like sheep to the slaughter.

I always pray for our country, but I fear we have reached a day where it is too far gone. Now I pray for us as individuals, that it won’t be too late for some of us to wake up and realize what a mess we have become. That we can try to fix what we can, starting with our own hearts.

Describing The Rain


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I looked out the window. The sky was tar-black and the large clouds were moving towards me. I heard a tapping on the window and then it became a pitter-patter. People ran for cover outside and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and I could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window. It sounded like the buzzing…

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Remember the Fallen




Blasts ring,
Fear surges,
Bullets fly,
Courage strengthens,
A muted prayer,
From dirt covered lips,
Pain consumes,
Families remembered,
Warm blood flows,
Darkness invades,
Their Sacrifice,
For our Freedom.




Tears fall,
Gun blasts,
Black dress,
Sadness pierces,
A loved one lost,
Red rose placed,
A price paid,
Salute for the lost,
Red White and Blue,
A Folded flag,
Forever cherished,
Never forgotten.


(Both poems were wrote by me)