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’.

Hallo!!

And I really do mean “hallo” and not “hello”. I seriously thought I would never come back year! Finally I’m feeling a lot better and ready to do some writing and possibly annoy you all!

I find inspiration everywhere I look, sometimes I will see a colleague doing a certain gesture and an idea pops into my head, or when I’m driving or listening to music. It doesn’t matter where I’m at, who I’m with or what I’m thinking about. Sometimes in those first 10 seconds I have the story already written in my head. I love it.

Where do you get your ideas? your inspirations? Leave a comment! 😉

Happy weekend!

A short story: Parties and accidents

“You’re such a loser!” I screamed at my mom from the bottom steps of our small 3 bedroom townhouse. All I wanted to do was go to my friend’s party this weekend and my mom had just ruined my entire weekend by telling me I couldn’t go.

“Jane!” my mom followed behind me. “I have my reasons for you not going to that party and you know it!” she scolded, “If it had been a different kind of party, you would have been allowed to go,” she continued and started grabbing her jacket. “You’re a smart girl but you don’t seem to know it”she flipped her long blonde hair away.

“Mom, it’s just a party!” I tried to reason with her. “My friend Cindy and Claude will be there, nothing will happen” I pleaded with her, making my big puppy face, the one she could never say no to.

“I also know that Tyler and Josh will be there,” she looked at me pointedly. “The biggest crack heads this town has ever seen. I don’t want you near those boys, all they will try to do is sell you drugs” She put on her winter hat and then her gloves

“Mom I’m not stupid to hang out with those losers, all I want to do is go to this party! Do you know who will be there? The coolest of the kids including Duke Foster will be there! Don’t you want me to hang out with someone like him?” I asked, my voice ending in a sigh. I had been secretly in love with him for years.

“No, I would rather for you to hang out with the crack heads than that boy” My mom told me, getting a scared look in her baby blue eyes before quickly hiding it. Too late, I had seen it.

“Why would you say that?” I asked her, curiosity making me forget our present conversation.

“Never you mind.”  she told me and grabbed the car keys.

“Fine, but let me go to this party!” I demanded, crossing my arms in front and she looked almost defeated and smiled.

“No. You know I give you everything but not this time. Trust me, one day you will thank me”

“Dammit mother! All I want to do is go to a God damn party so I can have fun for once in my life!” I roared, I was so angry I was seeing red. “You never let me go out, never let me do anything for myself! I hate you!” I screamed while I stomped up the stairs.

“I love you too honey” I thought I heard my mom whisper before the front door open and closed.

As I slammed my door, I heard a loud crash outside our house and quickly went to the window, it looked like someone had hit our car.

“MOM?” I called out and realized I could see her arm from underneath the car. My heart started beating fast, this couldn’t be. Not my mom. she would be okay, with tears welling in my eyes, I ran outside barefoot and looked at the driver who seemed to have passed out.

“MOM!” I yelled but I heard no response, I ran around the other side of the car, by this time I saw our neighbours from my peripheral vision calling the ambulance.

There she was, my sweet loving mother underneath the car. I screamed and screamed, not believing what I was seeing. Tears started  rolling down my cheeks as I saw my helpless mom crashed, and then the blood came. So red against the snow, I eventually felt someone grab me from behind, but I kicked and screamed. All I wanted was my mom by my side, yelling or scolding me. I couldn’t live without her. What was I supposed to do? All our lives it had only been her and I. My mom was dead, I didn’t need a doctor to tell me that.

Sometime later after I stopped screaming and kicking I just cried and no one could console, only my mother. My neighbour tried to put her arm around my shoulder and brushed her off, I didn’t want or need anyone. I have no family left I realized, from now on it would only be me. My mom was gone. The last things I had screamed at her were ‘I hate you’. How I wish I could turn back time and tell her no, that was a lie, that I loved her and I would do anything to bring her back.

“I’m so sorry” I cried. “I’m sorry! Please come back” I begged into the silence of my house.

Shopaholic

A few years ago I became a shopaholic, sadly enough this does exist and I was able to manage it. It got really really reeeeally bad. I mean I couldn’t go to a store without coming back with $100 worth of stuff.

Then the movie “Confessions of a Shopaholic” came out and sadly I felt exactly like Isla’s character in that movie.  There are so many quotes  from the movie that I can relate to:

” A man will never love you or treat you as well as a store. If a man doesn’t fit, you can’t exchange him seven days later for a gorgeous cashmere sweater. And a store always smells good. A store can awaken a lust for things you never even knew you needed. And when your fingers first grasp those shiny, new bags… oh yes… oh yes.”

And she’s so right! You can never get your heart broken if you go shopping, unless you see the same sweater on sale the following day. ugh. I hate that!

“You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding down hot toast? Well that’s what it’s like when I see a store. Only it’s better.” 

This quote above I can totally relate to! Every time I used to go in a store it would bring tears of joy to my heart!

“When I shop, the world gets better, and the world is better, but then it’s not, and I need to do it again.” 

And this quote, pretty much says it all. I knew I had a problem and I didn’t know what to do. When I watched the movie and realized that I was a shopaholic it made me sad because I knew I had to do something about it.

I decided to quit shopping and only do it when I NEEDED it. I became really bad, I was  nervous, I had anxiety and I stopped going to the malls. Eventually, a friend of mine introduced me to this Facebook game called Mall World. I became obsessed! I could finally buy all the clothes, jewellery, shoes and bags I wanted without actually spending my money. Yes it wasn’t real but that was my therapy, it helped me so much while I was trying to cut back on my spending!

I now only sales and only on things I need! However the new craze and I have fallen victim to this is online shopping. Last year, I was so scared of going to the mall for Christmas I ordered all the presents online. Totally loved it since I was at work when I did it and I didn’t break my bank account.

Because of the craziness of the internet, I have started shopping again, and I know it’s not good and  have been fighting with myself not to shop. But it’s so hard! Anyway I have been looking for another shopping game to help with my spending. If I obsess over one thing, I won’t pay attention to the other one. This is not the answer to my problem but so far it’s working out for me.

So how about you guys? Do you have any secret obsessions that I should know of? 😉

Challenge #1

Get Lucky by Daft Punk ft. Pharrell

Sorry for the wait, I had to rewrite the whole thing! 🙂 

The lights, the bodies, the grinding, the laughing, the drinking, I’m overdosing in ecstasy for tonight. I’m here to have fun with my friends and all I care about is to have a great time, to make memories so when tomorrow comes I’ll have a story to tell. I’m not here to make new friends I’m only looking for tonight and I don’t care what tomorrow brings. I look up across the room as I move my body to the beat of the music and see him. He’s staring transfixed on me, so I sway my hips more sexily so I can keep his eyes on me and I see him move towards me.

 

I see her from across the room, with swaying hips, her long wavy brown hair moving to her rhythm, and all I can think of is that I want her. She’s absorbed into the music, the sweat, her smile it drives me insane and all I can think of is I want her. I don’t even realize, that I have moved until I’m standing right in front of her. I lean forward and whisper let’s go.

She takes my hand and I lead us outside, tonight we’re only here to have fun till the moon disappears. We’re here to live our lives, to enjoy it and create memories for tomorrow. Nothing else matters but her and me.

 

Ignorant people

*sigh* I’m going to vent, because I have to.

So, last night a friend of mine posted a quote that said “I want to live my life without stress and worries,I don’t need to be rich and famous, I just want to be happy…” I jokingly left a message that said “Being rich couldn’t hurt anyone… 🙂 ” 

And then this is when the fun starts, my friends friend whom I had never talked to or even seen in my life makes a comment about that’s why women get killed such as OJ’s wife and Ray Rice wife’s getting beat up. (I can’t post exact comment since he later deleted all his comments….I’m guessing he realized he was being a total idiot).

So from what I understood from his comment was:

1. “A woman needs a man to be rich”  – Really? This is the 21st century people, get real. Where I work there are more women working than men. I’m an independent woman who goes for what she wants, do you really believe that I need a man to get what I want? My father taught me to fight for what I want and NEVER to depend on anyone.  And yet I have some guy who doesn’t know diddly squat and starts making assumptions about someone whom he’s never met. 

2.  “Rich people are assholes.” –  I don’t even understand why he would say this. It really doesn’t matter what class you come from, if you’re an asshole, you’re an asshole. End of story. 

Normally when I see those types of comments I never hold my tongue but this guy shared the same last name of my friend and I didn’t know if he was a long lost cousin and I didn’t want to be rude. I left it at he needed to learn to express himself better. 

What bothered me the most was that a woman needs a man to be rich. I don’t consider myself feminist, in fact some feminist take it to the extreme and I find it annoying but at the same time some of these women have fought for our rights so I am thankful. I just can’t wrap my mind around his way of thinking. I need a man to be rich. A. MAN. TO. BE. RICH. – I need a man to be rich. You mean I can’t work and make my own money? Is that a sin? Oh no! Let me go quickly put on my dress, my make-up on and I’ll cook dinner for my husband and I hope he makes me rich when he goes out to work.

I have worked since I was 15 years old and even before then I was delivering newspapers! I have worked in warehousing, sales, retail, to name a few. I now have this job that its not my dream job but regardless it’s a job that I do enjoy.

I guess what bothers me the most is that with just one sentence he made me feel like all my hard work means nothing. Do all men think like this? Of course not! But it just makes my blood boil to see there are still ignorant people that have this way of thinking and to make it worse, they pass this on to their children and then they will pass it on to their children and so on.

Let us hope that our world will improve and ignorance will be beaten by knowledge and facts.

I end it with naming some great women:

Anne Franklin – a young woman who dreamt of a better tomorrow and endured the tortures of WWII

Rita Levi Montalcini – discovered nerve growth factor

BILLIONAIRES:

Oprah Winfrey – I think we all know who she is 

Doris Fisher – founder of Gap company

Rosalia Mera – founded Zara clothing company with her ex husband.

Crazy Weekend!

Hi fellow readers!

So I wanted to write a small story today and although I started on Sunday I didn’t have time to finish it. Unfortunately for me I had to work this weekend and then had to go out with a few friends. I’m almost done, I promise.

The challenge this week for me is to write a story or poem about the first song that I hear. Normally that’s when I play the radio on my way to work. The song is Get Lucky by Daft Punk and I was really tempted to change it but where’s the fun in cheating? Hope you guys like it!

If you guys have any challenges let me know, leave it on the comments! Actually I think that would be better!

Have fun reading! *waves*

Unconditional Love

I came home from work one day

“We got him!” my sister said.

My eyes went wide and followed her down the stairs

There he was was, so small, so black, so cute

 

I picked him up but he wouldn’t have it

He whimpered in my arms and I put him down

I sat on the floor and pet his head.

“Did we choose his name?”

“Not yet” my sister said.

 

We had to think about it for a week

Coming up with different names

Finally we settled on one that would be

Easy, meaningful and playful.

 

Yoshi would be his name.

He will be with us until

The day he dies.

We will love him with all his

Imperfections and crazy antics.

 

As the time passed by we

Trained

Played

And loved him.

 

He taught us

To be silly

To be trusting

To love unconditionally

 

I will never know a love

More beautiful than the one

That my dog has given me.