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Let’s talk… God!

Hello, everyone! As I’ve mentioned in an earlier post this month, I’ve been working on an interactive series for the blog. We’re not going to get into personal details about our lives. We’ll be chatting about various topics as the weeks go by, but today, I want to welcome you to ‘The Brew’. 🙂

Today, I just want to express how thankful I am to God. He has provided me with shelter, a family (although we have our ‘moments’), loving friends, a job, and life. I am thankful for waking up this morning and I am also thankful for the writing passion that He has blessed me with. He has been a driving force in my life and I love feeling His presence as I go about the day’s work.

Thank you, God. ❤

What are you guys thankful to God for?

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‘My Chosen,’

Short Story #18

My new short story offering is inspired by The Mummy (the Tom Cruise one that is now playing). I did not sit down to plan it. I just wrote whatever came to mind (mainly for the dialogue) so I take the blame for all grammatical errors.

“Hallucinating? Vail, does it look like I’m hallucinating? There’s a beautiful woman walking towards us.” Sergeant Nick Morton was livid. “How do you not see her?”

Corporal Chris Vail sat still on top of the black stallion and cups his hands to his eyes. “Maybe you’re seeing a mirage.”

“What?” Nick couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “I am telling you that…” Suddenly, the dessert and his best friend disappeared and Nick found himself in Ancient Egypt. The woman who stood before him wore a white regal dress, her arms decorated with multiple golden bracelets, her feet bare. With the sunlight against her back, she looked ethereal, but when she raised her hand to touch his face, he took note of the cracks in her painted fingernails.

But he was drawn to her fierce kohl-lined eyes which were boring into his soul given that she was intensely staring at him. “My chosen,” she breathlessly whispered against his parched lips. 

Nick was stupefied. “I’m your what?”

“My chosen,” she repeated, her cool hand caressing his jaw. “My love,” she closed the remaining space between them. “I would have ripped the kingdom to shreds if I had to just for you. You’re my chosen.”

The reality of the situation finally hits him and he suddenly felt unworthy in her presence. He did not have a title. He plundered ancient sites for timeless artifacts and sold them to the highest bidder. He was a thief and here this crazy woman was looking at him as if he was her king. “I cannot be your chosen.”

“But I chose you and that is enough.”

His lips were moving towards hers when something dawned on him. “Wait, what am I chosen for?”

The Egyptian princess coyly smiles. “Soon, my chosen, you’ll find out.” she pressed her lips against his and everything went black.

WORDS: 308

I love the ancient out of Nick Morton and Ahmanet! ❤

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Jazzy June!

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May might not have turned out how I expected, but I’m still here, still alive and breathing and for that I am grateful. Now that May has turned her back on us, let us welcome June with open arms! 🙂

I have no idea how much free time I’m going to get on my hands this month, but blog-wise, I look forward to continuing the book reviews, the daily writing prompts and just blogging. I have so many ideas that I want to share so we’ll see how that goes.

Thank God that you’re alive and remember to…

June plans! – La Petit Muse:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

I’ve come to read and appreciate many poems over the years, but if you were to ask what is my all time favorite poem, I’ll tell you it’s Robert Frost’s ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’. 

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Now, a poem is like a piece of music and it speaks differently to each individual. I would not attempt to over analyze this beauty.

Frost had the uncanny ability to depict a scene with many details, that whenever I read this poem, I am transformed to the woods on the darkest evening of the year. Over the years, I’ve read that this poem is about the writer stopping to appreciate nature given that Frost was known for his odes to nature. However, I never got that vibe because this is the darkest evening of the year and why would he stop with not a house in sight to appreciate nature? I’ll love to talk about this poem at length at some other time, but today, I just want to appreciate it and thank Frost for this beauty.

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Share Your World for June 26th

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Cee’s Share Your World Challenge is back this week! 🙂

What goal are you working on now? 

At the moment, I am trying to work on my writing goals. It’s coming along slowly, but surely. 

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What is one thing you’re glad you tried but would never do again?

Pork. I was not even glad that I tried it in the first place. 

Did you choose your profession or did it choose you?

When I was in Primary school, you can say that I always knew I’ll end up working in a library.

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Best believe, librarians have a lot of fun and not the boring stereotypical type that you see on TV. 

Have you ever gotten lost?

I wish! Okay, I’m kidding. No.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Like I always say, ‘Surprise me, God.” 🙂

June 27th: The artist’s eye

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Is there a painting or sculpture you’re drawn to? What does it say to you? Describe the experience. (Or, if art doesn’t speak to you, tell us why.)

I love paintings, but they don’t speak to me. I don’t have that special language down pat. However, I am drawn to Charles Auguste Émile Durand’s L’Homme endormi or Man Asleep or The Sleeping Man. I’ve now used this masterpiece as an inspiration for one of my short stories. 

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