I was never able to hold my breath long enough to avoid the stench of you. Your slurred, dribbling nonsense turned my stomach. It was a game you enjoyed. You would watch my face to see how long it took before I became repulsed.
In your eyes it was fun; harmless.
I would watch the anger wash over you as the booze took you away. You were body-snatched, replaced by a monster. The monster hated anyone in it’s path. But the hatred was for itself most of all. The hate engulfed all and rage was the only outlet.
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I’m here. Right here.
I want to be safe too.
Reach out your hand.
Ever so gently, I’ll hold it close.
I’m shaking in my boots!
November 1st is looming on the horizon and I will then start writing for the NaNoWriMo challenge!
I’m terrified about what I’ve gotten myself into! Inside, I don’t want to fail in front of my friends and fellow bloggers. Can I do this? Really?
Maybe it’s the push (or shove) I need to get my butt in gear. My writing has been stagnating now for some time. This may just be the jump start that I need.
What am I going to write about? Wellllll…. I’ve got a good idea forming. We will see if it translates to paper. All of my previous writing has never been planned out. I just take that little “ping” I get and run with it.
It will be interesting to see if my plan/no plan works out with this big of a project! I’ve never written anything that was 50,000 words long!
Well, my peeps, wish me luck! I will keep you posted as to how I am progressing.
My dragons burrow deep and sleep the sleep of the evil. They lie in wait. They make sure I have my defenses down; that I am once again comfortable in my own skin.
My peripheral vision sees the shadow of these beasts occasionally as they melt into the background. I try as I might to catch them before they are loose, but they are too clever.
These dragons will creep into my room and sit at the foot of my bed, watching as I slumber. I have fooled them only once; feigning sleep as their fowl breath assaults my senses. The stench of their evil is almost overwhelming.
I have awakened on many moonless nights, sure I would see them. My heart is in my throat as I sweep the room. I must be sure to catch them if they linger. All that lingers is the cold sweat that penetrates my gown and their stench.
My hands shake as I toss my gown to the floor. Sliding back into bed, I stare at the ceiling. Sleep will elude me this night, for the dragons have already started their assault.
With the dawn, I greet the day with trepidation. How will the dragons manifest this time? Will I find myself once again in the dark? Alone with my dragons, with nothing more than hope to see me way back into the light.
As I lock the front door and walk down the street, I can feel the dragons’ breath on my neck….
Amazing image found on Google Images. Credit to the wonderful artist that created it.
(C) 2014 Penny Wilson
Alright, alright!! I changed the theme up on my blog. I have resisted for a long time, but after getting some feedback that said my blog looked “generic”, I decided I better try to spruce it up.
After looking over about a Zillion themes, I settled on one. 🙂
What is this new thing with WordPress, About.me? I had to sign up with them in order to create an “About” page? Maybe more revenue for WordPress. I don’t know. But After several failed attempts, I finally figured it out. Sheesh!
I hesitate adding too many widgets to my page. I think it just clutters things up. But I will tweak the page a little bit here & there.
If you have any feedback for about the new look, I would appreciate hearing form you.
BY THE WAY, I would also LOVE to hear feedback regarding the CONTENT of my blog as well. I’m tough, I can take it! Bring it on!