She removed the pendant from around her neck and placed it carefully into the box she kept hidden in her room.
Arlene trailed her delicate fingers over the ornate carvings that decorated the lid of the box–an old, wooden box that belonged to her mother. When she was young, Arlene would peek into her mother’s study when she was supposed to be napping. And there, on a number of occasions, she witnessed the most incredible exchange of power between her mother and the ruby pendant she kept locked away, out of reach.
Arlene’s mother had been missing for three years now. There was no sign of foul play, and the town believed she walked out on her family. Arlene had a different idea. What if her mother’s disappearance had something to do with the pendant? What if she was next?
Link to Write Now Prompt
There are too many misconceptions about what it is to be a teacher. Some think we get paid too much. Some think we don’t work enough. I hope this graphic clears up the misconceptions.
When I was younger, I felt things so deeply that there was no other option for me, but to write out my feelings. I would write poetry and prose. I would wake up eight times in the middle of the night–each time to add more to a poem I had started before I went to sleep. I would daydream and draw in class. I would spend an entire day starting and finishing a new novel I had just purchased–one that ultimately brought me to tears or scared the crap out of me. I bought books on writing and the writing process. I dreamed of becoming a famous author, of writing for a living.
I still feel the ache of wanting to write. I have novels- and novels-worth of material waiting to be written, but I can’t seem to write anything of substance. What happened? I used to be so proud of my work. I would share my poetry willingly, and ask others for advice in my writing. Does it flow? Are the characters believable? What should I add or remove or change to make the story even better? Can you feel the emotion behind my poetry?
Maybe I’m scared to write. Scared of what may come out of me. I’ve worked so hard to fight past all the bad, and to break into this person who is caring and strong. What if my writing shows everyone my weaknesses? What will they think?
Or maybe I’m scared that it’s just not good enough. When I was in Middle School, I had an English teacher named Mr. Faulk. I will never forget him. We were doing a poetry unit, and I mentioned to him that I have a book of poetry that I had written. I brought it in the next day for him to read. I knew all the poems weren’t great, but I was proud of what I had accomplished. Mr. Faulk started his critique by telling my he really like a specific poem. And to tell you the truth, I’m not even sure which one it was, because his next words hurt so badly. “…but the rest really aren’t that good.” He handed back my book of poetry. I nodded my head, and returned to my seat. Embarrassed. Disappointed. Ashamed. Nothing like destroying a child’s dream.
I spend my days, wanting to be creative. Wanting to write. But something is holding me back.
I’m completely frustrated today. I’ve been on vacation since the end of June, and I have accomplished absolutely nothing. I had all these plans. I was going to write a book, and plan for next year, and start to meditate. All I’ve been able to accomplish is watching almost 5 seasons of Dexter. I’m completely addicted. Someone, please tell me it’s okay to veg-out and do nothing this summer. I’m feeling guilty.
It is really important to remain active and to exercise while pregnant, especially if you’re like me and get the summers off. I searched the internet, and here are a few exercises that don’t put too much strain on your body, but help to keep you in shape. Enjoy!
Stand, facing a wall. Rest your hands against the wall in front of you, level with your shoulders. Keeping your knees a comfortable distance apart, bend your arms and bring your chin to the wall. Make sure to keep your back straight. Straighten your arms and bring yourself back to an upright position. Gradually work up to 10-15 reps.
Start on your hands and knees. Make sure your hands are directly under your shoulders, and your knees are directly below your hips. Lift your right leg and straighten it directly behind you, parallel to the floor. Lower your leg and repeat with the left leg. Gradually work up to 10-15 reps on each side.
Squat and reach
Holding light weights or soup cans in each hand, stand up straight, with your feet more than hip-width apart. Sit back into a semi-squat while reaching one arm overhead and the other arm behind you. Stand up, bringing both arms to your sides. Repeat, alternating arms. Gradually work up to 10-15 reps.
Holding light weights or soup cans in each hand, stand straight with feet a little more than hip-width apart. Step forward and bring your right knee into a lunge in front of you. Return to a standing position, bending your arms and curling the weights toward your shoulders. Repeat with your left foot. Gradually work up to 10-15 reps.
Last week, my husband and I went next door to hang out with our neighbors. We were talking and having fun, and everything was going well. That is, until the guy started talking about putting hippos in the neighborhood park. All I could think about were these random hippos chilling in the mucky water…and I started to laugh. Who would put random hippos at a park? Anyways, I was trying to control my giggle while the guy was still talking. Out of nowhere, he says something about putting even more “erotic” animals at the park so people would visit. I’m sure he meant ‘exotic’, but I completely lost control and laughed out loud–as did my husband. Out of nowhere, the guy freaks out screaming at us for laughing at him, almost gets in a physical altercation with my husband, and kicks us out. I tried to explain that we weren’t laughing at him, but at the mix-up in words, but nothing helped. The guy obviously has some issues, but I’m sad that I may have lost a friend along the way. I guess sometimes things just work out like that.
A shadow of myself,
I stand in the reflection.