Untitled Writings

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2010-02-08T11:04:00.000-08:00

A yellow streak looking to stretch for miles creeped it's way up the lane to where awaiting travellers stood. After her 10 hour flight she had made it. Her first real vacation alone. Her plans were laid out. All the things she'd want to see, taste and experience were written in the book. She wasn't going to miss a thing while in the city that never sleeps. New York where "I did it my way" was as real as "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Little did she know that her way wouldn't happen. Naive and curious she'd find herself in a dark basement with an older man. No broadway shows, no quaint diners, just her and this man stealing away moments she had meant to save for later.

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2010-02-02T14:49:00.000-08:00

Looking over the names on the slip of paper that lists my new Visiting Teaching route I froze as I read the last. Naila D. Ribeira - 1016 Arbolitos Way -Birthday Aug. 20 - PH # 801-683-2340. I have no idea who this woman is and she lives right next door. Over the hedges, across the lawn, behind the red framed black door. I can't even use the excuse of being new anymore to explain my ignorance. I thought I had met everyone in the neighborhood including the Ward boundaries but here it was proof that I had missed someone.

"Again, ladies, we can't place enough emphasis on how important this calling is in carrying out the Lords work for perfecting the saints. Our goal, as it is every month, is 100%. Last month we came short by 37%. As a Relief Society we have put a lot of thought and many prayers behind your new assignments. Being a very close knit ward I hope you take this opportunity to get to know each other better then just neighbors and grow into sisters. Now we'll have our closing hymn on page..."

"Mom! Mom! Come on Dad's waiting in the car. Let's go."

"Alright Jonah, is Lisa with him?"

"No, she's talking with Zeke." Rolling his eyes he glanced over at his sister at the end of the hallway chatting it up with the new boy in the Ward. Of course she wasn't the only girl smitten by his tall frame, brown eyes and peach fuzz. The rest of the young woman were there taking in every word. Some wishing they were 16, while others imagined ways to sneak in every chance they got to be with him. To bad he was graduating this year and would be going to the YSA ward in the summer. Poor guy, he'll probably be conned into a farewell party where every girl will fight for his attention while princess pop music plays in the background.

I sent Jonah to the car and went to make an attempt to pry my daughter from Zeke's spell. I couldn't blame her. Out of all the guys in the ward he was the tallest with a sweet deep voice, charming smile and quick wit. At her age I'd be stammering for his attention too. At least in my head. I was never really brave enough to put myself out there. To them I was just another girl, one of the guys, always the friend never the girlfriend, the one with all the answers and I guess too much of a goody good to explore the questions that no one ever spoke out loud.

I tapped her shoulder and motioned for her to come along. She shrugged, gave a pleading look then being turned down by my motherly glare she said her goodbyes and reluctantly followed.

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2009-09-23T16:38:00.000-07:00

A town full of life, Banff butsles with a subculture and magic provided by the world wide travelers looking to get away from the hum drum of life as well as those looking for work with the benefits of an outdoor lifestyle. Such as her boyfriend Dietrich who left the office in Toronto. Getting on in years he googled the best rest places in the country and chose Banff. Since being an employee of the town is a requirement to live within it, he took a job as the Concierge in the "Castle of the Rockies".

She had met him there while looking once again, for work. He stood there behind the counter attired in a dark grey pinstriped, two buttoned, customed tailored suit of wool with a striped, off white, high collared shirt accessorized with a gold tainted cube printed tie. In his 6'3 athletic frame it fit him like a second skin. She couldn't help but gaze at this man who stood there attempting to look like an employee. With no one else in the lobby to inquire about the position she gathered her courage and made her way to the desk. The rest was a blur. She quickly filled out the application mumbled a thank you and left. When she arrived home a message from The Banff Springs Hotel was on her machine. Figuring it was to inform her that she didn't get the housekeeping position she pressed delete. If every employee looked like him, her Sarah plain and tall appearance was not going to be wanted. Every night after that the same number appeared on the phone. She deleted everyone.

Annoyed at being ignored, Dietrich showed up at her door with a bouquet of wild flowers, what looked like a babysitter and a dinner invitation. Completely caught off guard she resisted his advances and enticing words. He entered the apartment, introduced the children to the babysitter, and sat himself down to wait. Since that night they have been inseparable.

That is until now. It wasn't his hand she held tonight. Dietrich was still mingling with his guests in one of the dining rooms of the Hotel. The castle stood behind her hidden within the forest that cascades the mountains. Secluded and far from the trail she kept walking, holding him tight and completely lost in a disoriented haze. Nothing else matter but this alluring man beside her with a scent that intoxicated every inch of her being. Not even the frantic mother inside her head struggling to remind her that if she wasn't home soon the babysitters fee would rise from $10 an hour to $12 could get her out of this trance. Gina couldn't recall being introduced to this friend of Dietrich's. Oh what does it matter now. He won't forgive her for this. Sigh. What's a girl to do when this just feels, oh, so, nice.

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Gerrit not one to think things through walked proudly with his prize. One glance was all it took to capture her will and have her swooning at his side. They had told him that his draw would be too weak to ensnare one of her kind. Young and reckless as he is, Gerrit had put an end to training, believing that by being a direct link to King Gilgamesh it was unnecessary and a waste to his time. He preferred amusing himself with the simple minded humans. Taking in the strays and vagabonds that would find themselves trapped within the rhythm and sway of the town. It's what had brought him to this place. Unlike the barren waste that stretched for miles along the Russian tundra, here there was an abundance of careless wanderers looking for adventure. The Hostels and the Y were his favorite haunts. With the highest turnover in guests it suited his lifestyle nicely. Of course there was a price. He wasn't the only immortal to discover the benefits within the town. Jeremias Rousseau had put an abrupt end to his indulgence. Finding himself once again under the rule of another old one he took care in keeping his true self from being uncovered. He took a risk tonight, just like every other night, and was now going to disenchant this poor creature, who continues to murmur and sigh her contentment. Having travelled a significant distance away from the territory marked off by the werecreatures they would be out of range for any of them to take notice as one of their own perished at his hands.

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2009-09-19T23:40:00.000-07:00

Without knowing where she was Gina kept walking, holding his hand. Feeling the pulse of his skin cool against hers. A relief in the unusual heat that had overcome the resort town tucked away in the majestic Canadian Rockies. Banff, not Ban-iff as some Americans tend to mispronounce is a tiny town surrounded by the evergreen forest etched along the mountains. It makes the perfect hideaway for those wanting an escape from the big cities. The town bustles with its own subculture provided by the million world wide travelers who come, there is never a dull moment. Unless, of course that's what you want. It serves it's purpose for any wanderer. Many come to work for a season and find themselves staying longer then expected. Time, is not tracked as one would an animal for a hunt. It simply passes without notice. Fall turns to Winter and Winter to Spring never really transitioning into summer. Thus the rarity of the heat that is now creating a restlessness in the towns inhabitants.

Being the slow month of September, no one would be crossing their path, especially at this hour. Unless they too had wondered away from the party. Secluded and far from the trail she kept walking, oblivious to the frantic mother inside her head struggling to remind her that if she didn't return home soon the babysitters fee would rise from $7 an hour to $10. Nothing else mattered but this alluring man beside her with a scent that intoxicated every inch of her being. She had sighted him outside, strolled out the door, down the steps and through the back gate without hesitation. Clinging to his arm in a disoriented haze she wondered if this is what it meant to be heady. She lived her whole life without drinking anything to impair her better judgement and now she was completely lost in every sense. Gina couldn't recall being introduced to this friend of Deitrich's. Oh well, does it really matter? Once Deitrich finds out she's gone away with him, he won't want to see her anymore. Sigh. What's a girl to do when this just feels oh so nice.

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"Where is he? Doesn't he know it's almost time?"

"So what. He's a big boy. He can fend for himself."

"Sure he can and tomorrow we'll find ourselves cleaning up after Gerrit. Just as always, every time he decides to go gallivanting."

"Marx, why fret. Nothings been damaged and Jeremiah has ensured our safety. His reign in these parts is secure and untouchable. Soon we will set loose our inhibitions and we will boast supreme authority over these, these frail, succulent mortals."

"Petra come, come. Why talk so about those whose life's blood keeps your girlish figure from ever aging. Without them you'd die of thirst. Remember that even once our presence is manifest, restraint is key. We must keep ourselves from gorging on their delectable juice or there won't be anything left but the measly four legged, crawlies, fish and fowls of the earth."

"Aren't you forgetting the werecreatures and faeries?"

"Those come later. First we build our alliances, strengthen our forces and then we devour and enslave the inane shape shifters and puerile ninnies. Make haste, we have to find him and get back before the gate closes."

Set up

2009-08-29T00:38:00.000-07:00

Setting: Banff, Alberta Canada

Gina - Main female character: sales associate, divorced, single mother, in a new relationship, 5'6", brown hair and eyes, average build

Kasper de Bohun - Vampire Lord, ancestor to Amiria

Dietrich S. Hunter - Werecat, owner of KnightWatch Inc., Amiria's new boyfriend

Andrew - Amiria's 9 year old son; shy, smart and resourceful

Clara - Amiria's 6 year old daughter; an artsy tomboy

Jeremias Rousseau - Evil guy

Petra, Gerrit and Marx - subservient to Jeremias

Faeries;

female - Minq zhu (bright pearl)

Qiaolian (skillful alwayls)

Xiu (grace)

Liqiu (beautiful autumn)

male - Changming (forever bright)

Huan (happiness)

Junjie (handsome & outstanding)

Bohai (elder brother sea)

Wereanimals

Schmidt

Neko

Weaver

Frieda

Sabina

Medina

Extras

Ilsa

Gregor

Israhel

Pepin

Vega

Mordichi

Vampires

Charles

Valerius

Stephen

Nicole

Miira

Anabis

Joost

Ashton

Mortals

Dexter

Candice

Avery

Mikayla

Jerome

Livia

Non-Fiction

2009-08-27T23:24:00.000-07:00

A question was posed at the end of my first attendance to the Ward's Writers Group, that has brought me to begin penning down certain events and feelings of my life. For better or worse these challenged my metal well being, curbed my choices off the straight and narrow, then gratefully lead me back to where all is right, for the moment as it is. I've been contemplating on sharing my experiences as a mini testament of God's love and the human inability to truly understand oneself as He only he knows. Asked of the group was this; "Why don't people write more non-fiction?" Focus being on personal biographies. We all live, feel and respond to life differently. Why do we not share the remarkable, gritty, blessed, tragic outcomes that befall us to the general public? Could we not learn, compare and understand, what life is, what it can be and how to get through it, from each other? Giving advice is easy. Divulging how we came upon these tidbits, not so much so. For that we need to go into detail, into the personal. Something we either excuse due to lack of time, fear of rejection, mockery or conflict. For me it's all of the above. If I'm to tell the world my faults, secrets, inner most thoughts and feelings I have to accept that the world also includes my family and friends. Writing in a journal or even a blog comes easy. It's known that the text within a journal is private, hands off, and confidential. With a blog I'm more selective and prone to edit what is posted. A book, a published work, is an open invitation to all and any who are captured by the title, cover image and/or summary. One can not prevent whose eyes skim the pages. Publishing for a career, financial gain or notoriety pushes you to expose yourself. Leaving you open for criticism and judgement by your peers and society as a whole. When a personal biography is put on the shelves it's more likely to have been written by one who has come to terms with their life. Aged by the passing years they are more sure of themselves and are less effected by the opinions of others. They understand where they have been, why they were there and where it's taken them.

I have yet come to that point in my life. However I do not want to forget. I am daily learning about myself. My understanding of each action and reaction has grown and helped me adjust to the day to day chore of living. I call it a chore because I'm still selfish. I'm here at 1:20AM writing because I'm in the mood. Knowing full well that I'll be once again Mommy to a 4 year old boy and 2 year old girl the moment they wake up. My room is disorganized, I'm babysitting at 2PM, Connie has a soccer game at 6PM and household chores await daily. I've fallen back into playing the role of teenage daughter and sibling, something I had no intention of doing. This is all a reaction to settling with the fact that I made an error and am rebelling against myself. This is where I am presently, in limbo, slowly crawling out from the hole I've dug myself into. How I got here goes back a long ways. I've been blessed with insight into the more recent events but the early past is still a puzzle. One that may never be solved but noted so as not to continue the destructive pattern. To tell you about myself I present you with 3 answers given to questions posted on a blog that does weekly writing prompts.

1. Who am I? A woman too much for the limited hours in the day or rather I'm wanting to be too many things. An Entrepreneur, a Teacher, perhaps a Nurse, an Artist, Friend, Writer, Molly Mormon, Scholar, Dancer, Farmer, Wife and the list grows. For certain I am a woman with many dreams and desires, just waiting and moving along to see what becomes the reality. The reality thus far is that I am still a child hiding in a mature woman's body. Not quite ready to face the world alone, once more, with two little ones now in tow.

Mommy is still a word that comes floating to me as if for the first time. Reminding me that nearly 5 years have elapsed in a blink of an eye. Mommy is struggling not to go nuts on the kids while she's figuring out where she fits in. Sure I'm Mommy but that can't be all of me. I'm a Mommy without a Daddy. Mommy needs to become bread winner and bread winner needs to become homemaker, homemaker needs to become Mommy, friend, doctor, playmate, teacher, and confidant. That is me in the singular. I am also currently re-serving my time as Sister and Daughter because the Mommy above is looking for the key that leads outside.

The Sister is fighting for her place at the top of the castle. "I'm older and better. Nah nah nah na na nah." Sister isn't bad, just the outcast of the siblings. She walks down the straight and narrow or gives the impression that she did/does again. Sister is a girl who wants more from her siblings then they are wired to give. Talkative and a mother hen she gives unwanted advice but is a great listener. Will always be there for D, I and R.

Daughter is a confused woman wondering why she's still a girl. Wanting to be an adult but just not getting it right. Still not old/wise enough to sit at the big table but too big for the high chair. She knows better now but still working on getting it right on paper. Making mistakes along the way and praying for forgiveness. Learning the lessons that come about day by day. Observing and following their example to be better.

2. Where did I come from? The Heavens created by He who is the Beginning and End. To say more is longer then I have time or space. I'd like to expand this answer now as well as tie it into the first. I was born to two lovely yet opposite parents in the city of La Paz, Bolivia. With a slow economy and little work we moved to my father's home town, Tucson Arizona before I turned 2. Our family grew and went through many transitions. Two brothers and a sister joined us along the way. I come from a simple life filled with it's ups and downs. All I ever really needed has always been taken care of. Anything more came as a bonus. No matter where I lived; Tucson AZ, Oceanside CA, Douglas AZ, Calgary, Banff, Airdree Alberta, Ladner British Columbia and now Eagle Mountain UT, I've always been a float around. A person who gets along with everyone, can relate and enjoy the company of others with very little conflict. Of course, only once I've over come my lack of self confidence. Most of the time, especially if you ask those closest to me I am very closed minded. For me, with regard to many topics there is only black and white. If there is any grey it is only because we don't see the whole picture and are incapable of making the clear and correct judgement. It's also very difficult today to respond in grey matter, you're either for it or against it. In another sense I am very open minded, always aware of the world outside my own. This takes us back to where I come from, sort of, in a way. I come from the mentality that every person has value. To me the only role race or ethnicity has on society is to create such a beautiful tapestry of lives. I truly love the diversity that each culture brings into this world. If you look closely we are more alike then we know and our differences only enhance the wonder of humanity. I've come from a place that has blessed me to know this and enjoy every moment in the scramble that is this life of mine.

3. Where am I going? As far as I can see, I'm off to where ever a home can be made to house my little family. To a career that will satisfy the worldly and physical needs demanded in this mortal life. To a life of peace within the chaos. To get there I've got to process all that has happened and open my eyes to the infinite possiblities that God has planned and ready to provide. And so I begin.

8/28-29/2009

1996-08-08T22:20:00.000-07:00

Dear Journal,

Again dad left for work at 8:00AM but wil change because dad is going to work 4:00 PM till 12:00pm/am (midnight). And again we went to Sis. Morris's house. Bonnie wuz exited to see us. She is always playful when Ilsen and I go over. You know what I hate about Ilsen? Is that she complains for everything. I turn on the T.V. Watches ......(scribble).... time. We eat I finish turn on the T.V. ... she starts complaining.

"Why do I always have to watch what you want to watch? You always watch what you want to watch."

"Ilsen last night you watches 3 movies of your choices! That's 6 hours."

Then she starts crying. Sis. Morris made brownies we got to bring some home. Dada mad chille for dinner. Write ya later. good night

ylliL refinneJ

1996-08-05T23:35:00.000-07:00

Dear Journal,

Today dad went to work at 8:00AM he won't come home for another half hour. We spent the day at sister Morrises. She took us to see Harrit the Spy. We at Shake and Bake for dinner. I cooked it. Ilsen had a fit over wanting to go home. Shasha was so happy to see us. At 10:15 she (Sis. Morris) asked Ilsen if she wanted if she wanted to sleep in the living room or in our room. Ilsen chose the living room. I told sis. Morris "Ilen can't sleep in the living room". Then 20 min later she told Ilsen to go in our room.

Tommorow we're going to Tuscon. (Dad, Ilsen and I) We're going to go to grandmas house, shopping and visit... Mom! Yea!! I can't wait.

Dad will be home soon. I'm sure he wont mind, after all I am doing what mom likes me to do. Accomplish my goals, witch are... Writing in my Journal, reading scriptures and saying my prayers. Write ya later

Good night

ylliL refinneJ

1996-08-04T21:51:00.000-07:00

Dear Journal,

Today Ilsen and I went to Church with Sis. Morris. In Sunday school we learned about Anger and how we can control that anger. Sid. Ovalle was at church. No one expected to see her after her operation. I thought she'd be in the same pain my mom is in but she got the wasy way out. She had the lazar operation. Mom doing okay though. She doesn't like being in the hospital. Agter church dad called and told us he would pick up Ilsen and I at 4:00pm. I had taken a long nap. I woke up in time to get ready to leave. Wehen we got home. We watched Little Mermaid (finaly). Then we ate spagitti witch I cooked. While watching the closing of the 1996 Olympic games in Atlanta, Georgia. 100 years.

One of the most rembered times of the Olympics is the "Vault". In Keri Strags first try she slopped and spranged her ankel. She only had one chance. She ran jumped... did a twist... and landed perfectly. But badly hurt her ankle. Keri lives in Tucson. I wish I could meet her. Everyone is asleep except for me. So i'll write ya later. Good night.

ylliL refinneJ