I have had this book idea for about 3 months or more and I struggle every day trying to expand on it. (One of the reasons I haven’t been blogging. I’ve been writing elsewhere.). Tonight, I was able to break through the stone walls of writers block and surf the rainbow of imagination. I am only in pre-writing stages, but I plan to make it a short story. So, with that in mind, you can help. I am looking for first and last names that are french in origin. Comment your suggestions if you wish to help a fellow writer! Au revoir!
If you have been following me, you will notice that I changed my site name from “The Invisible Child” to “Siren’s Call”. Some may be wondering “why?”
First, it is important to know that I am struggling with alot in my life right now, which was the sole purpose for this blog. Though I hoped their was someone out there who would read what I had to say, I just needed to write it.
“The invisible child” represented only that dark side of me so I never felt like I was able to write anything else. Though, I write better when I am wrought with pain, I do have other ideas and thoughts to share. “Siren’s Call” will represent everything I need to say or want to say and the title is just as it says. It is a call for a listener. I hope those who follow me will continue to and I hope those who are reading this for the first time will enjoy what they are in for. Take care, everyone.
“It won’t be long.” She said. “Soon things will change. I will pass and once again you will have to learn to live without my presence.”
I sat beside her in silence as my hands trembled in fear of the future that is to come. She lightly placed her hand on my shoulder as tears graced her face. “Don’t worry kid. I’m afraid too.”
I lifted my head and gave her a small smile. “It is just…I will miss you.”
At that moment she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in tight. “Just remember. There is always one place I will always live…your heart.”
Where am I? This obscure darkness is clouding any glimmer of light.
Have I perished? Is this my eternal damnation?
My mortal frame will not shift. My limbs are frozen as if I were a cement statue on display for anyone to glare and snicker.
I no longer feel agony, merriment, or even irritation. My physical form has become a ghost, a hallow shell that harbors my beating heart.
Wait. Is my heart beating? I no longer can comprehend.
What if the end isn’t near? How will I be freed from these shadows?
Is solidarity eminent? I can’t end like…
The excerpt above is written from a thought perspective.
Like many people in the world, I am a person who has a seizure disorder. I was diagnosed with Epilepsy when I was a little girl, and have lived with it for over twenty years. In most recent years, it has actually become more difficult.
Written above is what comes to mind when I think about what happens. Even though I am unconscious when I have a seizure, I wake up feeling disoriented. Usually, I have the feeling of “If I did not come out of that, I could have died”. Not being able to utilize my motor skills is terrifying, discouraging, distressing, and tiresome. Above are my thoughts on what I believe I would contemplate in my own consciousness during a seizure.
Hope you enjoy it, and thanks so much to all those who read my blog posts!!
“You love her, don’t you?” He asked as a small grin graced his face.
“Is it that obvious?” I smiled like a love struck teenager as I watched her walk away and wished for one last glance of her luminous, moon-like beauty.
To my surprise, she turned her head just enough that our eyes met. My heart fluttered in my chest as my cheeks turned bright red. She waved back at me, her eyes glistening under the lustrous crescent moon. She turned her back to me and proceeded to stride further and further away, her long flowing brunette hair blowing freely in the wind.
I wanted to see her again. Before she vanished out of sight, I hurried toward her.
I hollered out to her. At the echo of my voice, she halted and spun around to meet my gaze.
“What is it?”
Shaking with unimaginable nervousness, I fell before her and took her soft, majestic, magic hands in my own and looked up into her clear, sparkling blue eyes.
“Moon Princess. I know, I must seem insignificant to you as I am, but a mere prince from this planet, but I…” I paused. “I want to know if I will ever see you again?”
A single tear slid down my face as I prepared for the worst. The princess smiled, knelt down in front of me and wiped my cheek with her sleeve. Then she asked.
“Do you want to see me again?”
She stared at me with a look of curiosity on her face. Without any hesitation, I graciously brought her hand to my lips and kissed it gently.
“I would love nothing more.”
Pictures are from the hit anime Sailor moon crystal. The first picture is fanart created by mimiclothing of Deviantart.
She pulled the shaven wooden stake from her chest and smiled.
“Was that supposed to hurt?”
With her supernatural strength, she crushed the robust stake as if it was a tiny twig. The daughter of the legendary hunter prepared her second offensive attack. As scared as she was, she held up her crossbow and aimed it at the creature that murdered her father. The red hot anger fired through her as she set the trigger and fired with no hesitation. Beads of sweat broke out across her forehead, as the creature’s frosty breath trailed down the back of the assailant’s neck.
“ You may have the fire in your eyes, but it can never melt the ice in my veins.”
~SirenCay with help from contributor/Editor Satoshi
Satoshi is the editor behind all my blog posts. She is a college graduate with a bachelor’s degree in English, and is a great writer in her own right. If you have any questions, or want to see more work from here, let me know!
“You forgot me”
Raelynne sighed as tears began to grace her face.
“It was an accident, ” her mother tried to assure her.
She turned her back to her mother, and shook her head wearily. As she walked up to her room, she whispered softly to herself, “I don’t believe you”.
Raelynne flopped face first into her pillows and sheets as the stream of tears broke through the damn that was her eyes.
She lay silently, closed off from the rest of the world as she wondered,
“Am I invisible?”