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Thursday, March 13, 2014
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Story Excerpt: Medio Cocos - Nanowrimo 2013
Session 001
Everyone has baby books,
they have photographs. What did I have? Foggy memories, confused timelines and
hidden images.
Dr. Salvador insisted that
I speak of something, anything, a piece of me that I had not repeatedly written
during our sessions over the few months. I could shrug and just thought of how
my earliest memory was demanding eggs on a kitchen table. I was four with raven
curls on my head in a tank top and shorts smacking a spoon on a table. He
sighed and closed his notebook. He rubbed the bridge of his nose where his
glasses laid.
“Ysabel”
I nodded for him to
continue and instead he shut his eyes. “Your insurance won’t pay for anymore
sessions if I cannot diagnosis you. You will not afford to attend this
clinic”. Looking down at my feet I
noticed my pinky toe was sticking out my black flats.
“Ysabel I want you to take
these pills. They will help with your sleeping problems for now but soon … soon
we either need to diagnosis your or you find a new doctor.” He passed the
translucent orange bottle that had about ten pills. Slipping the pills into my
shoulder bag I stood to my feet.
“Ysabel I like you, I
think you a nice young lady but if I am the problem you may speak about it,
maybe a female doctor-“
I spoke for the first time
in six months.
“No”
With that I walked out the
room and into the waiting room. Eyes stared at me, wondering what issue I
portrayed. What did I have, what was wrong?
I craved to know those answers as well. I could hear Dr. Salvador calling back
for me, the hope of a break through in his voice. Pushing past people out into
the street I breathed out. My lungs had felt like they were filling with water
and my oxygen was dissipating.
Loud sounds of traffic
brought me back to reality. A taxi cab driver was screaming at a delivery truck
for cutting him off as the light turned yellow. He slammed his hands against
his steering wheel as the delivery truck continued its way. Rubbing my eyes and
taking a deep breathe; relaxation came over me.
Friday, November 1, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Quotes: Buddha Post
"To keep the body in good health is a duty... otherwise we
shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear" - #Buddha
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
National Novel Writing Month
It's that time of the year.
November :) and we are not talking about Turkey Time.
My Region is New York City and
with the subway its a great way to meet other writers. Tonight we
have the first event of the month which is the Kick Off. Everyone
comes together discuss each others novel, network and have a great
time with new friends. The kick off is at
Lily
Obriens
67 Murray St New York, NY 10007
First Floor @ 6:00 PM
First Floor @ 6:00 PM
Subway Stations
Chambers Street: 1, 2, 3
Brooklyn Hall 4,5,6
If you come great if not thats ok just dont
give up writing. Also any other Nano-ers (if thats a word lol) you
guys can add me as a writing buddy!
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Story Excerpt: Grow up!
A short story I wrote for a contest about three years ago.
Did not win but it was something different for me as I cannot finish a story!
Grow Up
My parents
always told me to never rush growing up. They would say play, have fun and
smile at any chance that I have. I didn’t listen, I never do, and I never ever
listen. I mean they scold me and say ‘Eat your vegetables, they taste good and
will make you big and strong’. I give those disgusting green broccoli trees to
Lucy my lovable golden retriever.
Like I said I
never listen, never will and forcing me to be a kid forever is pointless.
========
She brushed her
curls into a haphazard ponytail and sighed. The faded pink walls were her reminder
that it was her mother’s choice of color. The reminder that it will always be
her mother’s choice in whatever she wants. Glancing at the muted yellow taffeta
dress hanging in her doorway she cringed. It was her fifth grade homecoming
dance so why was her mother making the choices.
Biting her lip
she tiptoed to her doorway and noticed the hallway was clear of others. Smiling
she ran to her room and grabbed the white teddy bear that had red nail polish
spilled on it. Behind its neck was a small hole where hidden inside was lipstick,
mascara and eyeliner. It was forbidden for someone her age to be wearing this
type of makeup or any makeup. Shoving
the makeup into her sports bra and fixed the clumps it made.
It was time for
another day at Fredrick’s Elementary and learning about well anything.
Snatching her flower power backpack off her doorknob leaving behind the muted
pink room and went down to the kitchen. Having a picturesque family made it
seem they came out of a Home Goods Magazine. Dad was a business man, Mom was a
homemaker, and older brother was a sophomore in high school.
They smiled at
everything, ate breakfast together and even wore holiday clothes for cards.
Sitting at the table she started at the routine breakfast of eggs, bacon and
pancakes. She should be happy her mom worked hard for her to eat healthy and
she just cringed at the food. Wanting to be like her friends she hoped to eat
boxes of sugar filled cereal and watch cartoons before school.
Yet instead she
poured the little syrup her mom allowed her to have on her pancakes and scarfed
the food down. Her brother jeered on about his upcoming football game and
father worried about his job. Complaining that today he was going to the
highest floor today to meet with his boss. Fearing he was going to lose his job
to her mother. Mother shook her head and reassured him that he would be fine.
Slurping down
the delicious milk her mother placed the young girl burped. Her parents looked
at her embarrassed but smiled as well. It was officially time to go to school
as father had to drive all the way downtown before he was late. Hurrying the
two children into the fancy car she sighed as she was placed in the front seat.
The green trees blurred in front of the brown orbs in her face. Driving down
the streets of the city was her favorite and she loved when the greens turned
into greys and black.
Screeching
filled the air as they pulled in front of a large building with many other teens
standing in front of it. Slam, scuffing of converse on the concrete and she
watched the teen of a brother join his friends. The ride began again and off to
Elementary was her plan. Barely contain her happiness a bright smile fell upon
her face. Today was tryouts for cheerleading, her friends were going to talk
about homecoming dance and Jeffrey Battle was going to talk to her.
That is why the
makeup was needed especially today. It was going to be the greatest day ever,
today was going to be the day her life changed. The car gently pulled in front
a small beige building and loud cheers and chatter filled the air. His voice
was off in the air but the brown orbs were planted on where her friends were in
the yard. Pushing the car door open she felt a hand grab her wrist. It was hugging
time and she couldn’t hug her dad. He would feel the makeup and he would be
very upset with her.
Instead she
pulled away rushed a bye not including I love you and joined her friends. The
screeching of his tires didn’t reach her ears and instead she heard her
friends.
========
It was a great
day, no it was beyond fantastic and nothing would ever change that. She waited
for her brother in front of the school and groaned. He was late but that wasn’t
going to ruin her day instead she took the time to write on her notebook. S +
J, J loves S, S & J with many hearts adoring it.
She was
officially growing up in her eyes! A boyfriend, fresh makeup on the face and
made the cheerleading squad. Today was one for the history books for the world.
She learned about her favorite animal tigers, ate two slices of pizza for lunch
and learned that her dad worked in one of the tallest buildings in New York
City. She wrote the day it was official that she was an adult.
Hearing her name
she looked up and saw her mother with tears down her face.
Dropping the
notebook onto the ground she looked at her mother with a puzzled look.
The notebook
turned to it could be seen clearly.
S & J
September 11th 2001
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