Short Stories

Hi guys

So! It has been awhile since last time I was here! I decided to write short stories. But not just any stories, I will be writing mythological stories from around the world! How cool will that be? By the way this is like my own personal version of it and I’m giving details as to what could have happened.

So I am talking about Honduran La sucia, Japan’s Shinigami, Korean Goblin etc. Hope you guys like it!


Giving Tuesday 

So I was on my way to work this morning at 0730 hours and listening to the radio when they said it was Giving  Tuesday. the reason, they explained that this came about is because of the whole black Friday weekend shopping and cyber Monday where people go crazy buying stuff they want. so it’s only fitting that you would want to give a little something back to the world.

I’m a shopaholic. it took me a long time to realize this and to admit it to myself. I got into a lot of debt, into some financial issues. I know it may seem funny, it’s a real issue. do you know how HARD it was for me NOT to shop? But I did it! I did not buy one thing. I felt so proud of myself. this is the first time in years I have not bought anything on Black Friday.

Anyway back to the matter at hand, so I heard about Giving Tuesday and I thought what a great idea to make someone’s day! While at Timmies (for those non-Canadians) Timmies is coffee shops all over Canada that serve breakfast and other foods. I decided to pay for the car behind me. it came out $2.25 or something like that and I knew That I would make that persons day. What I didn’t realize was how satisfying it made me feel. Even the Timmies employee got a smile out of it! 

So going forward I intend to do something nice for a stranger and it can be anything !  Help with carrying stuff, compliment them, ask how their day is going, you just never know when a nice gesture will change a person’s whole being! so let’s continue this beautiful trend! 😘



It has been a while and look really late at night too! Anyway, I just needed to get something off my chest really quickly. I have started writing again, I was in a long pause there. I started writing about something that happened to my family and me about 27 years ago . It’s actually a bit painful,  I hadn’t thought about it for a very long time, clearly. As a kid I thought it was and adventure, as an adult now all I can think is wow! My mom has to be one of the strongest women I know. One of the reasons I want to tell this story is to show the world how amazing mothers can be and there’s nothing they won’t do to protect their children. So far I just have chapter one and I hope to finish it soon.

Anyway, that is all for now! Goodnight!

Here’s a short excerpt from a story that I’m writing….

Victoria ran through the thick woods, her long blonde hair, was swept behind her, as the wind hit her face, some got tangled in the branches and some was whipped back on her face, but she never once faltered. She needed to keep running. Running meant survival. She was close, maybe, three more miles to go, or was it four? Oh God she had lost sense of direction, she felt the panic start from her stomach.

No! Concentrate! Look around you, she quickly scanned the forest, there were the markings that only she would be able to recognize. She was okay. She was actually two miles away, good, she felt the relief wash all over her face and it gave her hope that she would arrive safe, but then she heard it. The roar. It sounded angry. Fear hit her like never before. She had heard that roar before and at that time it had been directed at someone else – no, not someone – at something else. By the time that she had gotten out of the danger zone It had gone though the change.

Now the roar was directed at her, it was warning her, it was telling her that he was coming after her. Victoria sobbed and he would play with her first, torture her and then kill her. Somehow, that thought gave her more energy and she ran harder, faster, she felt light, as if she was running on air, the scattered leafs, twigs and rocks didn’t bother her. The adrenaline rush helped her push back the pain from her suffering feet, later, much, much later she would feel it. But now her only worry was to get to the top.

She heard the trees from a distance fall, the cracking sounds, the birds flying and crying out. Oh God, it was coming – for her.

Stephen King

Hi guys!

So I came here really quickly because this article showed up on my FB account and wanted to share it. It’s Stephen King giving great advise on writing. I really, really need to focus on writing more, however things have been crazy for the past few months. I’ve sat down I think maybe once to write! 😦 So Here’s the link if you’re all interested. You can either click on it or copy & paste to your browser. I thought he gave great pointers!

To write or not to write…?

Hello everyone! It’s great to be back and to be writing. Just because I haven’t been here doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing other things. I have, I wrote 3 short novels that I don’t know what to do with. Seriously, should I publish or leave them be? I’ll leave them alone for now.

So, as you all know I would love to be a published author, who doesn’t? Those of us who love literature always dream of making it big. And by big I mean, having hundreds of thousands of people reading my book, that would be an amazing feeling! The money is just a bonus, at least for me it is!

I published my book of poetry and I was very excited but then looking back now, maybe I’m not a poet?  I have seen and read some amazing poetry here, that really compared to them I feel like a child. Very discouraging.

The other problem? I have seen and read some of the indie authors and I have to say whooaaa… Do I sound like that? Some people have awesome talent, others have had the education for it and many times you have both. I never went to school for it, although that was my passion as a teenager. Some writers out there, they really don’t have the talent for it, I saw this book about a woman and her four alien men. Ummm…. really? People read this? WOW. I’m not trying to criticize about the type of work you write, but it’s really disheartening for us who want to write a book about something meaningful. I’m not trying to change the world, I’m just trying to write a good book that you can talk about with your friends and hopefully recommend!

The first time I picked up a book, I was transferred to a whole completely world, it was exhilarating and I wanted to create that for others too, I still do.

But am I good enough? My family and friends have been very encouraging and they always tell me I have great stories. But am I a great writer? There’s a difference you see, I could come up with awesome stories, but do I have the talent to write them? I don’t know.

There’s a novel that I’m working on now, and I haven’t let anyone read it, I would like to finish it, edit it and then have someone read it, to tell me the truth.

You know that saying your biggest critic is yourself? They obviously never had sisters, because my sisters are my biggest critics. Not that I’m complaining, but they will plunge a knife, then twist it when it comes to critiquing my work, and then stab me again and keep twisting it until there’s no blood left. Half the time I will agree with them and they do give me great feed back, the other half, I don’t agree with them. But I guess that’s to be expected.

At this point I’m still going to continue writing my stories, hopefully someone across my city will pick it up, read it and enjoy it. Is that so much to ask for?

I love talking with you guys, my thoughts are everywhere and I may not make a lot of sense, but it really does help to clear my head!