My Way

Not mine. Rights to owner

Not mine. Rights to owner

They say you need to start your New Year’s Resolutions on January 1st

Apparently if you start them later they won’t count

I’ve never been one to do as told

So I’ll start them when I am ready


Around the Corner

Not mine.

Not mine.

Spring is just around the corner

I know this for a fact

I don’t need a groundhog to tell me

Because I am already seeing them ants!



I was never free to expressed them

It wasn’t because I didn’t want but but because I wasn’t suppose to

Emotions — Express them and it’s a type of weakness

But they shouldn’t be view that way

I want to express myself

But I feel trap

I have so much to say and show

But can’t

I want to speak

But shouldn’t

Am I weak?


Aren’t we all?

So why can’t I just show you how I feel?

Because society won’t let me

ants! Ants! ANTS!


Credit to rightful owner

Credit to rightful owner

They have been prepping since winter

With new tactics at hand

They scouted the area months in advanced

They know I’m not ready

And I’ll be caught by surprise








The lounge was getting fuller as the hour passed. There was no more available seating at the counter, and all the other individual round tables were rapidly being taken by groups. Waiters were going from one table to the next, the variety of drinks being ordered ranging from Berliner Weisse to White Russian. The sounds of laughter and chatting increased highly; there was no mistake that today was a Friday evening.

“Would you like something to drink?” one of the waiters asked as he stood at her right, placing the drink menu in front of her.

“Huh?” were the only words that came out of her as she was brought back to reality.

The waiter sighed as he calmly repeated himself. “I asked if you would like anything to drink?”

“Yes, of course,” she replied, getting a hold of the menu.

She was in need of something strong—something that would help her forget—even  if it was only for a few seconds. “A Long Island Ice Tea please,” she decided. He jotteddown the order on his notepad and before closing it, he asked, “Will that be all?”

She nodded as she replied, “…for now.”

As soon as the waiter had excused himself, she brought her gaze back to where it was before he had intruded, once again staring at the entrance of the bar. She wasn’t expecting anyone tonight—it wasn’t planned—yet all those unwelcoming feelings preoccupying her mind began to stir once more.

“Your drink miss,” the waiter said, placing the drink gently on the table.

She gazed down at her order, as if it was the most fascinating commodity she had encountered. “Thank you,” she replied.

Sip after sip, drink after drink… how many had she had by now? She didn’t know nor cared, but the more she drank the more her emotions began to rise, the more she wanted to let it out. Unable to hold it in, those bothersome tears began trickling down her cheeks.


Not far from where she was sitting, three girls in their twenties, made their appearance at the bar, looking around apprehensively. Searching for someone. The shortest of the three seemed to have spotted the said individual and with her left elbow poked the one beside her, getting her attention. “There,” she said, as she pointed to one of the corner tables to the right.

Sitting alone was their friend, the one they had been desperately searching for, and they quickened their pace to where she was.

“Tesa…” the friend with the wavy hair spoke first as they arrived. Tesa, captivated by her now empty glass of Long Island Ice Tea, didn’t even bother to acknowledge them as she began.

“I saw him today and he saw me too,” Tesa began saying indistinctly, “but as our eyes met… all those emotions I thought I had gotten rid of came back. He smiled tenderly at me and I took it as a sign to approach him, but when I was about to take a step, a little girl ran towards him.” Tesa’s eyes started to water as she exhaled loudly, trying to keep her composure as she continued, “ ‘Daddy!’ the little girl said, and he bent down to hug her, picking her and right after, as if on cue, his wife came to join them—the perfect family.”

She began to laugh, her agony becoming rather amusing for some reason, “She has what I have always wanted with him.”

Her friends turned to look at each other, feeling helpless at that moment, not knowing what to do, how to help, completely frustrated. They wanted to contradict her—tell her that she was better off or that there was someone out there more suited for her—but in the end they couldn’t.

“Oh Tesa,” whispered the same friend that had spotted her at the beginning as she embraced her from behind.

“It’s not fair,” Tesa choked out as she shook her head, “Why? Why do I have to be the stronger one? Why do I have to be the one to pretend…”  She started to cry, finally letting her friends see how weak she had really become. The alcohol hadn’t helped after all.




Jack and the Giant – Testimony

The story of Jack and Beanstalk is not about a boy who risks his life in order to provide for his mom financially and live happily ever after.  That’s not it.

That’s. Not. The. Truth

The true story of Jack and the Beanstalk is actually about a mischievous lad who made a quick-witted deal with a drunken magician one night. You see, the magician was supposed to give him regular beans but instead gave him the magic beans.

And— well, we know the rest.

Jack’s mom tosses the beans out the window. The beans magically grow over night. Jack decides to go up the beanstalk. He rescues the Golden Goose, slays the giants, and ta-da! Jack and mom are set for life.

But that’s not the whole truth. It’s not even half the truth!

The giant was a friendly giant. And the magic beans were given out to only those with the purist of hearts. The giant would than come and offer them a golden egg in return of their kindness and friendship.

When the giant met Jack he thought that he too was kind and offered him a golden egg. But one egg was not enough for Jack. Oh, no.

Jack wanted not one but all the eggs!

So what did Jack do? He asked for a glass of water and the giant kindly oblige. He left the goose unattended and went to get Jack a glass of water. Now Jack being the cunning boy that we know he is he quickly snatched the goose and ran for it.

Well, when the giant returned with the glass of water and saw Jack running away with his goose he went after him.

And wouldn’t you have done the same?

I know I would have!

Well, Jack found his way down the beanstalk and quickly ran to grabbed the closest ax and started chopping away. Since no one in the village has ever since him worked this hard before they all gathered around him, and when the giant growled in frustration as he was coming down, the villagers panicked.

It was actually rather funny.

Anyways, the beanstalk was chopped and the giant was killed.

Now I took an oath, which is why I am here today. I was there when it happened and I am no liar. Jack stole the goose and killed the giant and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

~The End~

This was hard to write! I tried writing and rewriting this sooo many times, and it would go beyond 400 words, this is because I wanted to add dialogue. At one point I wanted to just give up, but just creating a story with a word count constrain is actually a great challenge to keep you writing, so I decided to just finish it.

I found this writing challenge (it’s actually a contest) through  heylookawriterfellow.  Now he wrote a very good piece. Read it :). Okay?

Link to the contest:  The March Madness Writing Contest Is Here!!

When You TAP! TAP!


This week’s prompt is: …it was just a sea of faces…


I’ve been practicing for weeks now. I have TAP! TAP! here and have TAP! TAP! there. By now I knew I was going to do great. On Saturdays instead of watching TV after breakfast I go back to  my room to TAP! TAP! And when Dad is taking a nap I usually show Mom my TAP! TAP! moves. Although on one of my first practices I had accidentally startled Dad. All I know is that I’m not doing that again. And now that I am standing here and I begin to TAP! TAP! it was just a sea of faces that I’ll remember.