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Shattered TearDrops info and scene

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I have been working on this story for about…..two years now I believe…..no 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???

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Shattered TearDrops

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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.

Daily prompt: Empty

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Emptiness
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

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DPchallenge: Leave your shoes at the door

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Daily Post Weekly Challenge

Split perspectives: For the fabulous flash fiction experts, let’s see all the angles of your story. Write a couple of paragraphs from one vantage point, and then turn the tables — and walk in the shoes of another character. Tell us the same story from their view.

Her breath came in gasps, sweat started to bead at her brow; fear gripped Ziva’s heart, as her legs began to give away. How much longer could she run?  “I’m coming for you!” He yelled, she looked around trying to find somewhere to hide, he had found her where she worked at Peaceful Garden Nursery and Corn Maze, they weren’t open today so no one else was there, she was just there to water plants and organize the flowers. She was currently in the corn maze, she knew this maze like the back of her hand, and that not far to left was the Nursery building, to her left was an abandoned building and to the back and the surrounding sides of the Nursery and the abandoned building was the woods. Pulling out her phone she quickly pushed redial to whoever she had talked to last which looked like Mikey, her long time friend and crush. “Hey Ziva! what’s…” she cut him off, “Mikey help! Please he’s after me, and is trying to kill me.” she rushed in a harsh whisper, as the tears rolled down her face

Mikey’s heart seemed to have stop for a second as the words Ziva said echoed through his mind. “Wait what? Where are you and who’s he?” “I’m at work, in the corn maze, at its Jim.” He knew little of Jim, other then he was her ex-Boyfriend and that he was a nut job. Mikey ran to the door of his house grabbing his truck keys as he went by the coffee table. Anger and Fear rushed through his veins, If that man so much as hurts a hair on her body… His thoughts trailed off as he heard someone yelling in the background “I’ll kill you!” he heard making him run even quicker to his truck, he started his truck and peeled out of the driveway,  “I’m on my way right now, I’ll be there as soon as I can, just leave your phone on.”

“Ok” Ziva replied before moving the phone from her ear. Jim was her ex-boyfriend  from last year, they had dated for three years when she lived in Nevada, she broke up because he was becoming to controlling and aggressive; he had taken the break up really hard even had started to stalk her, and that’s when she moved back to her hometown in Alabama, she hadn’t really talked much about where she was from, so she hoped and prayed he wouldn’t follow. She guessed that he had found out what town she was from. Jim called out again, “I loved you, and you left me for this dump.” “No you loved controlling me!” She answered back, before running in the the opposite direction. He sounded drunk so he was also making a lot of noise making it easy for her to know where he was at. As she rounded a corner she found a Pitch Fork that was stick out of a hay bale, they sometimes put hay bales out so people can take a break. She picked up the Fork hoping that she wouldn’t have to use it but figured she’d rather be safe then sorry.  She was close to the back of the maze so she decided to head for the trees; lifting the phone to her ear again she said “I’m headed to the trees that are at the back of the maze, Mikey.” “Ok…” before he finished his sentence the phone was swatted from her hand.

Jim had peeked around a corner and saw her standing there with her back towards him. He took a second to look at her, she was still so beautiful just like when he had last seen her. Remembering the last time he had seen her face to face  which was when she had left him, brought back all that anger and hate and hurt that she had brought to him. He quietly walked up behind her as she put her phone to her ear, she was talking into it, when he reached her he slapped the phone away and into the next row. Grabbing her hair he pulled her back and around to him.

Ziva let out a scream as Jim pulled her hair to make her come close to him.  “Hello Baby, why you running from me?” he muttered in her ear, his voice dripping like poisonous honey with the smell of liquor. “Let go of me, you dog.” She bit back trying to push him away, but he just jerked her head around and wrapped his right arm around her. She felt the knife he held in his right hand begin to dig into her side.

“Now now that’s no way to talk to your boyfriend.”Jim replied, anger boiling up inside of him. He wanted to make her suffer before killing her for what she had done to him, yet another side of him wanted nothing more then the hold her him his arms and spend the rest of their lives together. “Please don’t fight me baby, I love you and I don’t want to hurt you. Can’t we just move on and you can come back and live with me? I promise I won’t hurt you, I just want you in my life.” he said moving his fingers through her hair. He always liked her hair, it was silky, long and as Golden as the Sun; and her eyes as blue as the sky and as deep as the ocean, he could stay lost in those beautiful eyes forever.

Chills went up Ziva’s spine as Jim looked into her eyes with his dark ones, for a moment she could almost see the love in them but it disappeared as something else began to fill his eyes. There was no way to really describe what she could see in his eyes, just that they seemed so empty and evil, like they thirst for something that they couldn’t have. She wanted nothing more then to spit in his face and run for her life but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could run. She just hoped Mikey would get there soon.

Mikey raced down the road using his police radio that he had in his truck he radioed back to the station. “Hey Dina this is Mikey, I’ve got a situation can you send a car to the Peaceful Garden Nursery and Corn Maze out on Hwy 18? There’s a woman being attacked by a man who may be armed.” “Sure Mikey, I’m sending one out there right now closest one is about 10 minutes away.” “Thanks, I’m about 4 minutes from there, and I won’t be waiting for back-up.” “I’ll tell them to hurry, be careful.” I’m coming Ziva, hold on.

“Jim, I’d love to go with you, but I can’t. I’ve got a job and family who are counting on me right now.” Ziva fibbed trying to stall him until Mikey got there. “My mom isn’t doing well and had to go to the hospital the other day, and with Dad gone and all my siblings over seas at the moment, I’m the only one who can take care of her. And the Jim I know wouldn’t be selfish enough to just take me from my family, would you?” she said trying to put a little sadness in her eyes. The knife that was poking into her seemed to give a little, she could feel the blood begin to drip down her side. She gave a slight sigh. Then something changed in his eyes, and he jammed the knife deep into her side, sharp pain shot through her body as he held the knife tight against her side.

Blood began to flow from her body and over his hand, it felt warm and yet cool at that same time. Twisting his fingers once again through her hair he pulled her in, “this Jim is different!” he hissed before placing his lips on her.

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Honestly, I’m not sure what to write today… I thought of doing today’s Daily Prompt (http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/17/daily-prompt-you/) but I’m not sure if I really have a Reputation. I could have done the Photographer or Poets way (“Show us YOU”) but I wasn’t sure how to describe myself in photos or a Poem.

So here I am just rambling ’cause I just really don’t know what to write. I guess right now I should be working on my Stories but I figured since I haven’t written on here in a while, I probably should.

The other day I found a story I had written back when I was about 14 years old, it was one of the only stories that I’ve written that is actually finished-well at least the first draft of it is. I read over it, and marked all the areas that needed fixing or more details, so now I’m trying to get it from Paper and onto the computer while also adding the changes at the same time…yea it’s been a slow process. 😛 I’ll give you one hint what its about…Cowboys and Indians!! 😀

When I finally do get it all typed out I might most it on here, not sure yet, we’ll see what I feel like doing when I get it done (its like 60 pages on Word and I’m only on page 3/4).

On another note, we’ve been looking at houses and we did find one that’s below our price range that we kinda like the only thing is…is it’s a fixer upper (BIG time).

 

 Like it needs new walls, kitchen needs to be redone, probably along with the bathroom, siding needs to be finished put up, doors need to be replaced, windows need to be fixed, and the floor might even need some work. They did just redo the plumping, electric, and put on a new roof so we wouldn’t have to do those, but with everything else, we’re definitely not sure yet. Our lease doesn’t go up until May so we’ll be doing a lot of praying that God sends us the right one, and if it is this house we will be getting we’re having some friends who are experienced in this stuff take a look at it to see if its worth it. 🙂 I’m just hoping and praying, that we’ll find one that we love and fits us as a family. 🙂

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Daily Prompt: Random Act of Kindness

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Tell us about the time when you performed a secret random act of kindness — where the recipient of your kindness never found out about your good deed. How did the deed go down?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SECRET.”

Okay to be honest, I don’t know if any of my ‘Acts of Kindness’ were ever kept a secret from the recipient, and even if I did try to keep it a Secret from them, they probably still found out either from a friend or my family (sometimes its very hard to keep a secret with close friends). So today I’ve decided to do poems instead. Though the first one has nothing to do with kindness.

Know my Secret

Shh, they’ll hear,

Hearts gripped with fear,

Sweat beading at the brow,

They had to get out, but how?

Who’s idea was this?

Stop complaining, he hiss’d.

Keys clanked on wood,

They fell right where they should,

He grabbed them off the ground,

Glancing around,

Door swung open,

He counted to ten,

He kept this secret to long,

 He had enough of being treated wrong,

It was his turn,

Captain had to burn,

What’s going on?

I’m no longer your pawn.

It’s my secret you see,

This here is a Mutiny!

By: Natalie K 12/20/13

Secret Love

I’ve seen you aroun’,

You act happy on the outside,

But I know on the inside you feel down,

You can’t hide,

You don’t notice me,

Even though I’ve made you smile,

I like you don’t you see,

You leave your feelings in a pile,

Remember when you had nothing,

You thought you had no friends,

But then you got something,

You thought you’d just put it all to an end,

Then with one act of kindness you felt love,

You thought it was another,

When it is I who am sent for you from above,

Maybe be someday you’ll know its me and we’ll be together.

By: Natalie K. 12/20/13

 

It’s December O.O

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“Today is a gift, that’s why it’s called the present.” 

I don’t know about y’all but for me, this year has really flown by way too fast! And when I think about how much my son has grown over the past year, makes me almost want to cry. He’s getting so big, and there are times I just want to hold him and not let go, I don’t want him to grow up too fast, but I know that there is nothing I can do about it. Just like there was nothing my parents could do about me growing up, its just part of life and we just need to cherish every moment we can with our loved ones.

I mean, I remember when my youngest brother was born, and now in just a little over 20 days he’s going to be 17 years old!!

OMG!!!! The twins are going to be almost TWENTY in a little over a year!! (HAHA…you two are soon going to know how it feels not to be a teen!! 😛 )

Other then everyone getting old and growing up so fast, 2013 has really been a great year! 🙂 Gideon turned one, and started saying mama and dada, he’s walking (almost running) around a lot,  Mr. K and I are doing great, haven’t lost any loved one (I pray for those who have lost loved ones this year, I know it’s not easy, probably especially now that the Holidays are here).

I can’t wait to see what next year has in store for us! 😀 Maybe…just maybe…we’ll let a house, if not though, living in the apartment isn’t that bad and it fits all of us just fine. 🙂

We’ve also been getting some good Winter weather lately here in Texas, which is surprising seeing how last year we didn’t get any good cold winter weather until like the end of December or beginning of January. Gideon had his first Hot Cocoa, and he loved it! 🙂 He didn’t like it when mommy had to take it away because it was all gone. I was a little surprised that he like it though, cause usually he doesn’t like a lot of sweets or much chocolate (he gets that from me), but lately he’s been liking more and more chocolate things. He likes brownies and  M&Ms, when I pull out the M&Ms he’ll start doing this dance thing where he’ll march in place and sometimes flap his arms. It’s SOO Cute!! ..and funny. I tried videoing it the other day but my phone didn’t want to listen to me..go figure, I swear instead of calling it the smart phone it should really be called the stupid phone, just say’n. 😛

I forgot to mention in my other post the other day, that since I’m done with NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo, I’m going to try and pick back up on my other stories so I can update the one on here and on my other blog (wordsonapg.blogspot.com). I really feel bad for neglecting them and for also kinda forgetting about to post on the other blog more often. I’m thinking I should try to re-download the app for my phone for it, so it’s easier to post. Hopefully they’ve fix some of the things that was messing it up. I’m also really hoping by next November that I’ll have finished the three stories I have going on right now, and that I’ll do way better at both NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo, we shall see though, you never know what could happen in a year, right?

I really hope everyone is enjoying their Holiday Season,  we do Hanukkah not XMas, and it’s been really great so far. Gideon likes to watch when we light the candles every night, on the first night, he liked the candles so much that he walked right up to the menorah which was on a small table under the TV (which by-the-way, Daddy was stand over) grabbed it and walked off with it without Daddy really realizing that he had taken it. The only reason I knew he had it was because he had put it on the floor by our recliner and the light from the candles was shining off of the side of the chair. Thankfully he didn’t burn himself or set anything on fire. 🙂 But we now keep it up on the Dining Table out of his reach just in case.

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A Life to Choose

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Just thought I’d let y’all know that I’ve added another chapter to my book on here. You can click on the link ‘Chapter 2’ under the tab ‘My Book-A Life to Choose’

What I have so far posted isn’t the whole Chapter but I figured I’d post what I have for now and when I get more written I’ll post it, and let y’all know. 🙂

Sorry for the delay…

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Hey y’all…. I just want to say sorry its taking so long to get the next part of my story up. When on the camping trip I didn’t really work on it at all so I’m try to play catch-up, and try to get through some writers block as well. As soon as I get some more written I’ll post it, I promise. I just might take a little longer then I’d like it too.

Again I’m sorry it taking so long!!

Daily Prompt: Bookworm

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I’m running, swimming, dancing,

I see Murders, Creatures, and Princes, 

I’m in a different world,

A world among that are only on the pages of a book,

I can feel their pain, I can smell the rain, 

I can hear the ocean or a sad woman’s cry.

When in the pages of a book, 

I can be whoever I want,

To be in a world that seems to have no end 

It gives a new meaning to freedom, power, imagination, and romance.

That’s what I see in a book, 

Where anything is possible .

By: Natalie Klopfenstein

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