Drafting 1

This is the first part of a story that I'm working on. I'm curious to find out if anyone has anything good or bad to say about it. This is my personal writing, so please do not copy it or post it anywhere else. If you do and I find out, I will be forced to deal with you and copyright. Thank you for respecting my work, and please feel free to read and enjoy, and if you feel inclined share with others who may be interested.

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Slowly, a bit reluctantly the girl behind the counter accepted the handful of coins. I smiled, as apologetically as possible as she counted out the three dollars. I could hear the people behind me grumbling, but I couldn't raise my eyes to meet theirs. I felt ashamed and alone, watching and listening to this clip of what was my life.  They were acting like I was worthless, and that I wasn't doing anything about it. They had no right to judge, but as people often do, they found it easy to judge me without knowing anything about me. The cashier gave me a receipt without smiling, and I picked up my purchase. Six eggs and a loaf of stale manager's special bread.

What had my life come to? I never imagined that it could go this way. But here I was. Not a penny left to my name, the likelihood of an eviction notice looming over me. I felt discouraged, if only one thing could go right. I couldn't even remember the last time something did.

People always say that it's our choices that keep us from succeeding. But in all my choices, no matter how often I paused to reflect on them, I could see nothing that should be holding me back.

With a sad sigh I sat down on the curb, letting the warm late spring sun warm my face. I held my precious purchase on my lap, wishing that maybe there was something more. But I wouldn't say that I couldn't try to be content. I would try to be.

After all, unhappiness is something that is created mostly in our minds.

Let me be honest though. I'm so tired of everyone that thinks the stories that start out once upon a time are the ones they should believe. It gets old fast. People think that every story will have some sort of happy ending. But let's be honest here, if you actually looked at most of the stories and the way that they originally ended, they didn't end happily.

I know, I sound kind of cranky today. But hey, it's not my fault I woke up with a crimp in my wings, and can't remember where I last saw my magic wand. I spent my last bit of change on some food that won't really fill me, just ease the pangs of hunger in my stomach. In fact, I can't really remember where it was that I spent last night. Not really a good sign when you're supposed to be a fairy godmother.

But you do know, that people take us for granted. They don't even really think we're around anymore. In fact they're quick to tell you that there is no such thing.

Heh.

In a way that makes our lives that much easier. Why? Because if you can't believe then the magic isn't really going to be worth wasting on you. It's not free you know, it is a very taxing thing to put energy and time into. Besides, it's not always something we can do either.

My mind whirled in it's unhappy state. Wishing there was someone that might be able to help me. But knowing that there wasn't going to be any help. We have a tendancy of falling between the cracks, forgotten by most places and people because we don't stand out.

I looked at my pale skin, other than the slightly green tint to it, I looked like nothing special. My wings were invisible to anyone that didn't believe in magic, and even children rarely could see them now. My hands had smudges of dirt on them from collecting coins from the sidewalk, so I rubbed them firmly on my pant leg trying to get some of the dirt off.

In that moment of distraction, when I wasn't paying attention to the world, someone ran me over with a cart.

I let out a sharp yelp, startled. My heart fell slightly as my bag fell from my lap, and I heard the sound of breaking eggs. So much for eating most of the week. Scrambling I tried to pick myself and my bag up, only to have it taken from me by a darker hand. I lifted my head eyes wide, feeling slight panic. But he helped me up with a truly apologetic expression on his face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there I was busy trying to figure out what else I need to pick up at the store." He spoke with a slight accent, and it made me feel curious about him. His clothing didn't suggest anything out of the ordinary, a navy blue sweatshirt and some well worn jeans. His boots may have seen better days, but the layers of stains and dirt on them suggested that he knew what a true days work meant.

His dark green eyes flickered as he studied my face, and I felt a blush creep up into my cheeks as I realized they kept darting towards my shoulders. He was a believer.

"It's not your fault. I shouldn't have been sitting on the curb." I held my hand out for my bag hoping to cut the interaction short before he asked any questions. But he was already looking inside it, his brow furrowing as a frown curled his lips downward.

"I must apologize for breaking your eggs. It seems I managed to squish your bread as well. Would you mind waiting here with my cart, and I will go get replacements for them?" His tone was sincere so I nodded, taking the cart from him and looking around.

"Is it alright if I go over and wait on the bench for you?" I knew that I sounded slightly sheepish, but I didn't want him to think I was going to run off with his shopping.

"Yes that would be wonderful." He smiled, flashing a mouth of white teeth that were uneven and slightly chipped, but well taken care of.

I nodded at him and smiled lightly back before tugging the cart over towards the bench. I didn't want to know what was in it, because I could already hear my stomach growling. The idea of food, enough food to actually quench my hunger was enticing. But it wasn't right to just take things that weren't yours. So I sat waiting quietly pondering my life.

I had been having a terrible time of late. People had been brushing me off left and right. It was like there was no job for me. I either had too much experiance, or not enough. He seemed to be having a decent time of it, from the way he looked, he was well kept. I let my eyes at least look at the cart I was waiting with, and my stomach growled louder and my hands folded over it pressing and trying to quiet it. He had a ham, milk, and a cart full of other things. But the milk, just the idea of it made my mouth water. So I looked down at my feet studying the scuffed toes of my black sneakers, trying to ignore the urge to run off with the cart.

I felt a hand tap my shoulder and looked up to see him holding two bags. He smiled, apparently pleased that I hadn't run off with his cart. It surprises me when people are so trusting. There's part of them that is unsure if they should be, but they want to believe that there is still some good in the world.

"Would you help me get the cart to my car? I don't know where yours is, but these two bags are yours." He smiled, and I knew that my confused expression implied I didnt understand.

"I can help yes, but why are there two bags for me?" My tone was curious. I stood up smoothing my worn clothes down and trying to look a bit more presentable before I followed him, pushing the cart quietly.

"Well, for one thing I made a mess of your purchases. The other is you look like you're a nice girl and could use it." He paused as he reached a small red convertable that had it's black top down. "And it's not every day I run into either of those." He unlocked the trunk before turning to look at me. "Do you have a car here to take them home with you?" His tone implied genuine concern, and my heart melted slightly.

"No. But that's alright. It's only a short walk to get home." I held my hands folded in front of me as he filled his trunk up with the groceries from the cart.

"Are you feeling alright? I did hit you a bit hard with the cart." He didn't look at me when he spoke, but put the rest of the groceries, even the two bags he had brought back from in the store into the trunk of the little red car.

I felt butterflies in my stomach and wanted to protest as he slammed the trunk shut. Meaning without him saying it, I wasn't getting those groceries until I had answered his questions. "I'm alright, just a little bumped and might have a bruise or two."

He shook his head at me and moved one hand slowly, reaching over my shoulder to brush his fingertips lightly against one of my wings. I winced, because that did hurt a bit. But I shook my head trying to grin as my hair moved. He frowned again, not distracted from my reaction at all.

"No, that most definetly does not seem to be alright." He frowned pulling his hand back. "Forgive my impudence, but I figured you would not mention that."

I couldn't help letting out a small sigh, a frown on my face as I gave up the false happy expression. "No, I wouldn't mention it. Because most people would think I was lying anyway." I looked away from him, my arms crossing over my chest as I leaned on the corner of the car.

"Do you really live close enough to this place to walk, or is that something that will be bad for you?" He wasn't giving up easily, but he seemed to actually care which was a shock.

"I live close enough to walk. Not an easy walk, but it wouldn't be the end of the world." I forced a smile as I met his eyes. "It wouldn't be the first time you know, that I walked home."

"May I give you a lift then?" He asked, yet he hadn't asked for my name yet. Which was kind of a nice thing in it's own way.

"I'd appreciate that a lot." I didn't fake my smile this time. I'd always wanted to ride in a red convertible.

He moved around to the passenger side and opened the door. "Please join me then?"

Chivalry! Honest to goodness chivalry. I couldn't keep from smiling as I carefully stepped into the car and settled in with a wince against the seat. He looked slightly concerned about it, but I grabbed the seat belt and buckled in.

"Thank you. I've never gotten to ride in a red convertible before." I couldn't keep the happy tone out of my voice, and I hoped that it would make him feel better. All his frowning and the concern he seemed to show was starting to make me feel a bit uneasy.

He moved around to the other side of the car, and let himself in. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he started the car. He moved like a cat almost. Very at ease, and like there was no one in the world who could stop him. I thought about that for a moment, it would be nice to have the ability to feel that way. To be unafraid of the rest of the world.

"I tell you what. If you will tell me your name, we can go for a ride rather than me taking you directly home." He glanced over, a twinkle in his eye. "After all, if you've never ridden in one before it may be something to enjoy."

I bit my bottem lip and chewed on it some debating. What harm could come of it? I responded with a shrug. "Alright. I've got nowhere to be, so it really would be a wonderful treat. My name is Nancy."

"Nancy? That's a pretty name. You don't hear it very often." He responded as he pulled out of the parking lot onto the street. He watched the road now, and I leaned my elbow on the side of the car, face turned up as I enjoyed the breeze the cars movement made.

"I know. I've thought about changing it to something more interesting, but I always wonder if I would regret it." I paused with a laugh. "And what is your name?"

"My friends call me Sol." He slowed the car to a stop at a red light, and glanced over. "They've always liked to tease me, but I think it could have been worse. My father named me Solomon."

I reached over and patted his shoulder gently. "Ah, yes, not a common name either. But it is a good strong name." I wiggled my nose and let out a laugh as the light turned green and he set the car off going a bit faster.

"Yes. It is a good name. I've never wanted to change it. It's a good thing to be different after all. If we weren't all a little different the world would get to be a rather boring place." Solomon spoke easily and I could hear my inner voice agreeing with him. Heck, it was even chastising me.

"True, being different can be a blessing. But sometimes it can be a curse all of it's own."

"Maybe, but even a curse has it's finer point." He turned the car towards the lake and the air got a bit cooler as we drove alongside it. I watched the small waves roll in to crash out of sight against the cliffing we drove along.

"You do realize that you're driving in the wrong direction to go to my home?" I interjected, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable in my aquantences company.

"I figured as much. I hope you do not mind coming to my home first? I think I have a few more groceries that need to hit the refrigerator than you do." He paused the car at another red light and I toyed with the idea of getting out of the car. But the idea of groceries had set my stomach to growling again.

Horrified I clamped both my hands over my stomach and hung my head. "Sorry. No I do not mind."

He looked at me before letting the car move again. "You sound hungry."

I could feel the red hue tintint the tops of my ears and cheeks. "Just a little  bit hungry." I admitted quietly.

"How about I fix you a nice dinner and you can tell me a story while we enjoy it?" He turned down a side street and pulled into a driveway. He let the car idle a moment as he shifted to look at me. "I bet you know a lot of good stories."

I couldn't decide if he was teasing me or being serious, so I shrugged. "I don't see why that would be such a bad idea. Though I must tell you now I don't know any good stories. Mostly sad ones."

"That's alright I don't mind." He nodded and turned the key, the car slowly coming to a quiet rest as he tugged it loose. He reached down to his left, and must have hit a button on the car because the trunk popped open. "Would you be so kind as to help me bring the groceries into the house?"

I nodded, feeling more comfortable. Because I was starting to note in his behavior that he was making sure to take heed of anything that might need to be done. He invited me in, true, that's more a vampire's issue than that of a fairy, but it did mean my powers wouldn't be restricted when I crossed the through the doorway.

I wondered slightly, if he knew that or not. As far as I knew it wasn't common knowledge to most people. But then most people couldn't see my wings either. I went to the back of the car and pulled some of the bags from the trunk and followed him towards the front door of the house.

"Please pardon me for the mess inside. I spend a lot of time at work and I don't really have enough spare time to keep it cleaned up for company." He grinned, green eyes studying my face before he pushed the door open.

I was shocked. The place was a disaster area. I hadn't seen anything like it since my 12 brothers, their wives, and their children had come to visit me over the winter holiday. I took a deep breath and followed him into the house, carefully stepping over discarded items as I followed him through to the kitchen.

"You weren't kidding. You ever thought about hiring a maid?" I asked with a playful tone.

"Have thought about it. But I never have the time to do any interviewing. I'm out to early in the day and by the time I get home, most of the agencies have closed for the night." He laughed as he set to putting away the groceries.

Looking around the kitchen I spotted a clean spot on one of the counter tops and went to sit on it. "Well, to be honest it's not always easy to find work either. So I think you should be grateful for the work you have even if it leaves your home in a bit of a pinch."

"And what would you know about work troubles?" He asked as he looked through some cabinets, eventually pulling out a few pots and pans.

"I know I'm having a lot of trouble finding work. I'm apparently far from memorable and they never believe my resume." I couldn't help but laugh as I realized he was sorting through some cans under a cabinet.

"I see. Well, how often are you available and what kind of hours do you think you could spare?" He mused as he finally settled on two cans.

"I'm hoping for some full time work. But I'm afraid that by the time I manage to find some they're going to have evicted me." I shrugged and played with one of the holes in my sweatshirt.

"I see." Sol pulled the milk out of the refrigerator and started to work cooking something in a pan. "Do you think maybe there's a reason that we chanced upon each other today?"

I looked over, knowing that my brows were furrowing and that there was a large question brewing in the back of my mind. So I went ahead and blurted it out. "Are you offering me a job?"

"Kind of? I could use a lot of help around the house here, am sure you've noticed." Sol laughed some more as he moved dropping some bread into the toaster as he pulled out some sliced roast beef from the refrigerator.

In the back of my mind I couldn't help but wonder what kind of food budget Sol had to be able to eat so well. But then, he was working, and he didn't seem to have anyone around the house to take care of.

"Well, then what exactly do you mean?" I thudded the heels of my sneakers against the cabinet door, in a kind of pat-a-pat pat rythmn. The sound was helping to calm my nerves, just in case I was misunderstanding what he meant.

Sol turned away from the pot he was stirring to look at me. "We'll figure it out over time. But consider yourself employed, and hell, there's an apartment over the garage. You can move in during the week if it would be easier for you."

I stopped moving and just stared. What was Sol thinking. But the voices in my head whirled around. Discussing pro's and con's. But in the end the logical side of my mind won.

"Alright. That sounds like a fair start."

What's on Screen? Winter's Tale

I know everyone else is watching Star Wars, but there's other movies that are available to watch. I'm not ready to see the new movie yet, even though it sounds like it's good. So how about something lighter, yet still imaginative?

Winter's Tale
2014/color/118 minutes
Fantasy

A fantasy film with a basic plot of good versus evil. It starts off in early industrial America, and we see people fall in love, as well as go through tragedy. At first to be honest I thought it was going to be a movie about fairies, or fairy type creatures. But I was surprised to have this thought dashed seeing a familiar face (Will Smith I think) playing the part of Lucifer.

There's a surprising twist as the movie gets closer to it's end. And I'm trying not to give away anything that would be a spoiler because this really was a great movie to watch. Though, I may recommend watching it in Summer because it has a very cold feel to it.

This is a family friendly film, though it may not hold the attention of younger children. It's very mellow though, and I would recommend it as one to curl up with someone on the couch to watch. It's nice to watch something that isn't gory or terrifying for a change.

School is starting soon!

So it's time to look at a topic that is a bit uncomfortable for some people. But it's been brought up and rehashed a lot in the media, as well in schools. Today we're going to look at bullying. I know that many of you aren't worried about it. But here's the thing. Being aware of how something works and havig the knowledge of how to react to a situation is very important.

To start we should look at what the basic definition of the problem is. By knowing how something is defined we become more aware and our ability to identify it in action improves. Bullying is defined by StopBullying.gov as follows.

Bullying is unwanted, aggressive behavior among school aged children that involves a real or perceived power imbalance. The behavior is repeated, or has the potential to be repeated, over time. Both kids who are bullied and who bully others may have serious, lasting problems.

Which isn't necessarily clear about what can be percieved as bullying by various individuals. This isn't necessarily science, as each of us are unique individuals and have our own quirks. But the site also gives a clear break down of 3 specific types of bullies that people may have the bad luck to encounter. Verbal, social, and physical bullying are the three kinds that they give rather extensive elaborations on.

What they don't look at though, which has become a real problem since so many kids are spending so much time attached to technology, is cyber bullying. Of course you can argue that cyber bullying is a combination of two out of the three offered types. Verbal and social. This is something to think about when you're posting on facebook or other social media.

So really when you go to interact online you should think about what you're writing or making available indefinetly. Things that go out into the digital world are never completely gone. So be aware that something you may say off handedly, without thinking about it, could come back to have negative repercussions. Yes you have the freedom of speech, but what you say and do should not be done with the intention of hurting someone.


Poster a resource from https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/

Now I know that most of you aren't going to find this interesting or useful. But in truth there's specific people that this is intended for. I'm really hoping that they find the time to read and look this over. But for those of you that might be interested in looking further into the topic, or have a strong opinion on the matter I'd like you to think about the following.

HeyUgly.org looks at various ways to prevent bullying, as well as looks at the topic of suicide prevention. They offer a variety of perspectives and resources for both students and adults for raising awareness as well as how to campaining against both societal problems.

HeyUgly.org also runs various contests that can help youth to think about the topics. By participating, it helps to make them think deeply about the ideas, as well offers them the opportunity to win a prize. Currently they have contests running for the following: acronym, essay, photo, poetry, songwriting, and video. If you want more information go to their site. It's the thirteenth year that they're running the contests. So if you're between the ages of 7-17, you may want to look into them.

If you have another resource that you use or find interesting, please feel free to share it with us in the comment section below. I'm always interested in learning about new programs. Being informed, after all, is half the battle.

Music Monday

Today is a monday! Which means that we may as well have some music to get us through the week. I know that it's been a while, but it's about time that we go ahead and hearf some things new, maybe some things old. We're definetly leaning into the steampunk spectrum today too.

Anyway I hope you have an amazing week and that you're doing well. We missed you!

The Ford Theatre Reunion - Famous Monsters

 

 

 

Steam Powered Giraffe - Scary World

 

 

Digital Daggers - Fear The Fever

 

Veronique Chevelair - Vampire Surprise

 

The Scarring Party - No More Room



Not Lost...

But not yet found.

It's been a long while now since I've sat down and managed to attempt any updates here. To be a little honest, there's really been very little to say. My life isn't very exciting and it's been turning into a rather mundane and boring thing. Yet, it's unfair not to let you in on the story. Just because I don't find it particularly interesting currently, doesn't mean that some of you won't enjoy bits and pieces here and there.

Since March things have been a little busy as far as what I've been doing out in the world. I suppose maybe I should give a month by month synopsis of what's been going on. But it's not always as simple as just saying Hey! look! listen!

Before I get to far into things. Yes I'm still subbing at the school. (for now at least, am lucky thay're still letting me). Every other weekend (unless something comes up that I have to do) I get to spend with my good friend Emma, and sometimes we're lucky and get to see Amy too. And yes I do have a significant other still.

MARCH
We (meaning the whole family)participated in the Old First Ward Saint Patrick's Day Parade.

APRIL
April saw a lot of Easter time activities.

MAY
May was a little wonky weather wise.

JUNE
In June things were a bit quiet on the event front. But I did get to attend and interesting training event.

JULY
We helped decorate the float for the fourth of July in Orchard Park. The church float took second place. While it's nothing more than a plaquard, it was still nice for them to be recognized. It's a lot of hard work to put together a float, and it isn't easy to play music live on a moving float either.                     

 

And now it's August. This month is going to be rather busy in itself. Not that it's a bad thing. But at least this way I've checked in and anyone that was curious about whaqt I've been up to won't feel so out of the loop. Not that I really think anyone has been concerned about what I've been up to.

 

On the plus side, If I can get things figured out I may be able to set up a regular schedule sometime in the near future. But for now This is just a checking in post.