Invincible

Mind cycling through the daily routine, I slowly slide off the bed. I waddle around with my swollen belly, pain erupting from inconveniently placed baby kicks.
I feed the animals, step back inside, breathe. Head spins from standing too long washing dishes. Turn on washing machine, more pain; crouch down, turn, bend, breathe.
I waddle up the stairs. Panting at the top, I head toward the girls’ room.
“Good-morning Mum-mum!” my three year old squeaks, “cuddle please!”
I embrace her.
She nuzzles into my chest “I love you thousands and millions!”
My heart swells and I feel invincible again.

Life cycle of a book

Each printed marking felt warm on my leaves. Though the binding hurt a little, it was finished soon after and I was in darkness.
Rumbling, stop, start, up and down, until the light came again and I saw many others like me.
Many, many others.
Light and dark cycled, until a creature held me.
The creature opened me, our souls linking all through the wondrous moments it spent with me and my leaves became well worn.

There was darkness for a while, until one day, more light though this time, a smaller creature, with big eyes and soft hands.

Potential Excerpt #2

I haven’t posted for a while now and, speaking of that, haven’t written for a while either. I thought I could use some free writing to get some thoughts on paper – or screen.

I decided to try out www.writeordie.com in kamikaze mode. That was interesting. I must admit that I began to freak a little every time it would start deleting my work if I stopped typing for too long. A great free writing tool, definitely, if you don’t want your piece to be too polished on the first go and if you just want to get something written.

Anyway, about the piece. It was inspired by my current Work In Progress (WIP), that elusive debut novel that has me banging my head against a wall in an attempt to focus and push through the endless character profiles. I thought some plain, old fashioned, writing was in order.

This piece is by no means set in stone, and it has been minimally edited, only for grammar. It’s a compilation of ideas and feelings and I think it’s derived from somewhere near the end of the WIP. I do hope you enjoy it. I’m particularly fond of that very first sentence, but that’s about all.


She sat amongst the lush grass, it flowed and washed upon the breeze. She gazed out over the field, sensing every little living thing in the grass around her, and within the trees surrounding the valley.

Footsteps interrupted her serenity. They were a fair way off but close to her perimeter. She thrust her mind out toward the source, delving deep into the intentions of the creature. It was a man, alone, simple. He carried something. She sensed the excess weight pulling at his hip as he took each step across the uneven terrain, dodging rocks and branches. She felt his body freeze, gazing around through the trees as if someone was there, watching.

She could see what he saw, and noticed nothing unusual. He took a breath and continued onward, slower now, each footstep carefully placed, his entire body tense. His gaze diverted off to one side, she nudged him with her own desires and his direction followed; a slight angle back to his origin, away from her home. She smiled to herself.

A presence invaded her studies, and she pulled her mind back to the field, keeping hold of a subtle link to the man lurking within the forest. She gazed up at a familiar dark face. He’d touched her gently on the shoulder, knowing she wasn’t within herself. She conducted her ‘studies’ often, keeping a watchful eye upon the surrounds, keeping them all safe and protected.

“Dinner is ready,” he said, turning to walk away.

I won’t be long. She spoke internally, always connected to his thoughts; she found it thrilling, and easier.

You know I can’t stand when you talk like this, he said, his back to her.

“I’m sorry.”

He continued toward their camp, her connection to him growing slightly weaker with each pace.

Eyes of Blue

“What’s this, Mum-mum?” Isabella wondered aloud as she walked into the lounge room, looking at a pet cage on the floor.
“That’s Crystal, Bubba,” I replied, indicating our newest family member inside. She sat still, watching her three feline siblings study her from afar.
“Crystal!” Isabella chirped at the cage. As she did so, a little furry white head turned to look at its greeter. The kitten’s unblinking, bright blue eyes fixed on the little girl. It was still trying to discern who was friend and who was foe in this unfamiliar terrain.
“Crystal scary!” Isabella laughed as she ran over to me, “blue eyes!”
Crystal danced back and forth, bouncing and pacing, studying every angle of the room from between the gaps in the cage walls. Her eyes fixing particularly on each of the three cats. They watched her, pupils large and focused, ears forward and tuned to her every movement. Our black adult cat approached the cage, sniffing the air, trying to catch the kitten’s scent from as far as possible. Isabella spotted him and jumped at the opportunity to play.
“Corey!” She cried as she ran to the cage before I could stop her. Scared and on edge from the presence of the intruder-kitten, Corey sprinted for the safety of our bedroom. In response to the fright, the long-haired and most timid of our cats – Fuzzy – followed him, eager to hide away from the unpredictable action.
“Where did Corey go?” Isabella asked, “where did Fuzzy go?”
“They’re hiding in Mum and Dad’s bedroom, Darling, leave them,” I said.
Isabella returned her attention to the blue eyes in the cage. She approached it.
“Hello Crystal!” She cried as she bent down to peer inside. Once again, Isabella ran screaming as Crystal looked at her.
“Crystal scary!” She laughed, cuddling into my leg.
“She’s just a baby cat, a kitten,” I reassured her as I stroked her smooth brown ringlets. I enjoyed this opportunity to witness her first ever meeting with her new sister-cat, a brand new experience. A kitten who I hope will appreciate Isabella’s company as much as Isabella adores hers.
“Kitten,” Isabella said, eagerly watching the cage.
Our third adult cat – the king of the household – still hadn’t moved a muscle. Focused and almost impossible to distract, his eyes trained on the kitten’s every movement. It was up to him to remain in control of his domain. The other two cats experienced this first-hand when we introduced them as kittens; they quickly learnt to mind his mood and to respect his personal space. If they weren’t careful, they risked provoking him and promptly experienced his abilities. He would pounce and secure his victim in place long before they had a chance to respond. Such swift abilities like his only came with age.
Isabella finally spotted our oldest cat; he was still glaring at the kitten, unaware of Isabella’s intentions.
“Kobe!” She cried out, but this time I discovered her plan before she had a chance to move. I picked her up and sat her on my lap.
“Leave Kobe, Bubba, he’s angry, you leave him, okay?” I explained to her, attempting to prevent an outburst of disbelief. She almost never gets to play with Kobe, but she certainly understands when he is angry.
“Okay, Mum-mum,” she grumbled, “Crystal?”.
“Yes, you can play with Crystal,” I said, putting her down, “but not Kobe.”
By this point, Crystal was now laying down, watching her oldest feline brother, but never holding his gaze for too long. To do so would mean a threat, and it seemed she already knew which battles to avoid. I put Isabella down and she toddled back to the cage.
“Crystal?” She said, crouching and peering in again. Crystal remained in place and turned only her head to look at Isabella, though this time Isabella didn’t run away. She stayed there, looking at her new little sister-cat with wonder. Emboldened, she pushed a finger between the gaps of the cage, beside Crystal’s head and Crystal licked it tenderly.
Isabella giggled, “Crystal funny,” she said, smiling back at me, “love Crystal.”

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