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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:

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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June 25th: 21st-century citizen

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Do you belong in this day and age? Do you feel comfortable being a citizen of the 21st-century? If you do, explain why — and if you don’t, when in human history would you rather be?

Although I do consider myself an old soul and I’d rather be stuck in Ancient Egypt, or when Jesus Christ first walked the earth, I am content in this century because this is where God wants me to be.