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.



I just wanted to come in and say Merry Christmas! Hope your days are filled with cookies, laughter and family.

On behalf of my friend Stefan, I would like for you to check out his page. He was diagnosed with cancer and he has been struggling with it and of course so is his family. He’s in a financial situation where he has 2 children with autism, therefore his wife can’t work and must stay home. Stefan is the only one who brings money in so they are really struggling. Please I beg all of you to donate or share this page! Thank you all so much! God bless you all!!

Lest We Forget

Lest we forget

That you fought for freedom

For our rights

For our government

For our Country

For our people.

Lest we forget

The sacrifices you made

The ones you left behind

The ones who cried

When you gave them your last hug

your last kiss

your last good bye

Lest we forget

The people you were forced to kill

the injured left behind

the friends who died

while trying to watch out each others back

Lest we forget

The desperation

The anger

The sorrow

The killers

The victims

The dead

Lest we forget

Our soldiers

Our Men

Our Women

Our Heroes.

Lest we forget.

Poetry Book

I’m currently preparing a poetry book that I plan to self publish with Amazon Kindle.  A lot of the poetry that I have there I wrote a few years ago and I have added new ones as well. 

My younger sister is an artist and she’s designing my cover page so once everything is done I will publish it. I’m nervous and I don’t expect for it to sell big time but it would be nice to see at least five people buying my book!

The release date is yet to be determined, so keep an eye out for Underneath The Moon and Other Poems.

If you are interested on my sisters art leave a message and let me know! 


So, I thought I should share a piece of a book that I have been trying to write for a long time now, I may change it later on but I wanted to share it, I hope you guys like it.

When my mother finally decided to leave the country, she had so many things to think about, money, food, safety and how to get there. I imagine she had to think of safety and money first before anything else. People always asked her, how did you do it? How did you cross the border with four children? And my mother would always smile and shrug, I have never known a braver woman than her.

There was no where to hide from the sun, my older sister Bianca held my hand tight and we walked fast, trying to keep up with our mother, who seemed to be lost. She looked down at both of us and held the baby on her other arm. With her right hand she held my older sister’s hand and her left hand she had our baby sister Sofia who was very fat and heavy. It was noon and we had been walking for what seemed like hours, my feet were hurting, my clothes sticking to our skin and the pony tail that I had was too tight, I must have made some kind of noise because my mom looked at me again, her brown eyes looked worried.

“We’re just waiting for your uncle” she assured us and she looked around, we were on a side walk and there were cars parked everywhere. This was the first time I had ever been here, my mom had taken my three sisters and me to Guatemala city. I don’t know why we were there except to get papers.

“Elena!” we heard our uncle Fernando call us, he had my younger sister Isabela with him. She looked cranky but as soon as she saw our mother she smiled.

“The girls need to eat, do you know where we can go? I tried looking but couldn’t find anything” she told him as my uncle put my sister down and grabbed the baby from her arms. “Thank you,” she told him, she looked tired.

“There’s a restaurant not too far from here,” he started to lead the way and my mom followed.

Once we were seating down they both started talking about the information she needed to have to make the trip.

“How long do you think it will be?” she asked him.

“We may have to stay at a hotel until tomorrow. The place was packed,” he continued, I continued to eat my fried chicken with rice and salad.

“Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?” he asked her and both my older sister Bianca and I looked at her, I kept reaching for the coke, but my mom grabbed it and put it furthest away from me.

“Clara eat your food first, drink later,” I knew the rules, but I still didn’t like to follow them.

“I have no choice,” I heard my mom answer my uncle.  “They will come back for us, sooner or later” she looked at all of us. “I would rather not be there when they finally show up” and I knew who she was talking about. Those men that had shown up at our house once, they had taken her and my baby sister to prison. My mom had spent a whole day in prison with her baby. Now that I’m older I wonder, where was human rights when you need them? How can a 6 month old baby be taken into prison with her mother? At the time I had no idea what was going on.


I felt the water rising, the deeper we walked into the river, the higher the water went, I whimpered and looked at my mom that held onto my older sisters hand tight and she kept her eyes on her who had Sofia with him.

“Mommy” I called and almost started crying, the water was up to my neck and I felt it pulling me, wanting to take me with it. What if I wasn’t strong enough? What if it did take me with it? My mom looked back “You’re alright, keep going” she assured me, Daniel was behind me.

“Don’t worry honey, I’m right behind you” he told me and this made me feel better, finally after it seemed like ages, we crossed the river, we were all wet and my mom let out a big sigh of  relief.

“We have to get out of here” the coyote told us. We grabbed our few belongings and started on another long walk.  When my mom had said we were going on a long trip, this is not what I had expected, mind you I had been too young to expect anything, but from the looks of it, we were only half way there, wherever that was.

The Warrior

He sat around the fire, looking from warrior to warrior, each of them were young, the youngest possibly only 15 years of age. He had gathered his counselor, his shaman and all the warriors. He wanted their input, for what he was about to do, would cost him his life and those of his warriors. This decision could not be left solely up to him, he did not want to go down in history as the man who destroyed his people. No, he wanted to be known for the man who made a country come together.

His dark brown eyes looked at each and every warrior, their dark skin like leather from being out on the sun too much, the fire in the middle was no small, slowly turning to ashes and smoke.

“What do you wish from us, leader?” his most fiercest warrior asked him, also his best friend.

“A decision needs to be made” he told them, and they all knew what he spoke of. The white man had come into their land and stolen their gold, their precious rocks and degraded some of their women and killed their children. It was impossible for his tribe alone to win the war.

“We must unite” he told them.

“We are united” another seasoned warrior told him.

“No, we are not” he disagreed, his shoulder length black hair barely moved as he spoke. Today there was no wind, only sun and humidity, but no one seemed to be bothered by it. They had been living in this land for hundreds of generations and now it was being threatened.

“We must go to the other tribes – We need the Chortis, Tawahkas, Tolupans, the Pech and so on. We must unite in order for our survival!”

“Those are our enemies you speak of” his best friend told him slowly. “How do you expect us to unite with them?”

“We have bigger enemy in our lands, all of us are fighting them. They come with weapons that we cannot comprehend. In order for us to survive, we must unite”

“They will betray us as soon as we turn our backs!” another warrior exclaimed

“No” he disagreed. “I have met with their leaders, they are honorable men, they will keep their word. They are nothing like that of the white man”

“But-?” Another warrior started protesting

“Do you want to become their slave? Do you want to see your wife raped and killed? Your child to be used for slavery?” he looked at them all. He could see the fear in their eyes. “This is what will become of our people if we do not unite now” he saw the understanding dawn on them slowly, each of them sat up straighter, unconsciously gripping their weapons.

“We will unite” his best friend was the first one to speak. “For the future of this land, for the future of our children and for the future of our descendants. We must fight for our freedom!” He heard the uproar and he smiled, he knew his warriors would see the light.

“When do we leave Lempira?” it was rare to hear his name now a days, normally everyone just called him leader.

“Tomorrow morning, we will go to the Chortis to begin negotiation” For the first time in years he could see a bright future for his people. He would do everything in his power to drive those so called Spaniards away from his land – the land that they had the audacity to name ‘Honduras’.