It’s been a minute

So, what have I been up to? Well, I have been writing. I decided that I wasn’t going to wait any longer on following my dreams. I’ve wrote several books, but this children’s book is my latest.

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This is Marvin. He’s a Bearded Reedling

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And he’s sooooo hungry!

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And these beautiful boys right here were the inspiration for Marvin. They are always hungry.

And that’s what I’ve been up to. It’s really been a lot more complicated than that, but I’ll save that for another day. Hopefully, I’ll be posting more often.

© J. W. Nicholson

Time Stand Still (Friday Fictioneers)

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers.  Thank you Rochelle Wisoff Fields for providing the prompt.  It’s a great way to get to meet other bloggers.  If you would like to participate please click here. Thanks to Dee Lovering for the Photo. Hope you enjoy my spin on the prompt below.

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Time Stand Still

Phillippe’s blue eyes never waver from me. I listen to him talk in his thick, Spanish accent as we stroll through the crowd. After a month of intimate talks and stolen kisses, time is slipping away.

“What are you thinking?” Phillippe says.

“I’m thinking I’m going to miss this.”

“Then stay.”

“You know I can’t. The boys have already called wanting to know when I’m coming home. I think my mother-in-law is suspicious. It’s been three years since David’s accident, but I think she expects me to mourn forever.”

“Come, let me love you while there’s still time.” Phillippe says.

*100 words

Thank you

Liebster Award

I want to thank Creatopath for nominating me for the Liebster award.  When she nominated me I had no clue what it was.  I have since looked it up.  I have to say I am so thankful for all the love I’ve gotten in the last week and a half. I am overwhelmed. I surely didn’t expect the positive response that I have received.

Please visit Creatopath’s site here. She has shown my site much love. Her site is interesting, and she always has something going on.

Okay, I won’t keep y’all waiting any longer.  Here are my questions and answers.

What is one of your favorite songs?

It is really hard for me to narrow it down to one song. My taste is very eclectic in music. I am going to list four. I am breaking the rules right off. I guess if you’re going to break them, break them BIG. Here they are in no particular order:

1. “Blowers Daughter” arrangement by Scala and Kolacny Brothers

2. ” Spirit Speaks” by Sons and Daughters acoustic version

3.  “The House that Built Me” by Miranda Lambert

4. “Man in the Mirror” Noah Guthrie’s cover

That’s just skimming the surface. I love Music. Okay moving right along.

If someone gave you $5,000 what would you buy?

I would use some on a mission trip and the other I would use it to go toward publishing my book.

What is the first thing you do when you get up in the morning?

Besides the obvious (I won’t state it), I take my four month old puppy outside , and fix breakfast for my three boys (in the south we fix everything or I’m fixin to go somewhere).

What famous person would you like to meet? Why?

I don’t really have a famous person that I want to meet. There are a lot of people from the past that I would have like to have spent time with. Vincent Van Gogh, Martin Luther, Degas, Lucy Maud Montgomery, Shel Silverstein, and there are many more I think the reason is because they all didn’t go with the flow. They were all okay with being different, but they were not without their struggles. That is something that I need to be reminded of every day.

What country would you like to visit and why?

I would like to visit Scotland. The history, the beautiful country, and the dialect.

The following are the bloggers that I am nominating.  Strange Place Called Here pours out her heart in every post. Mermaid Fingers has a great wit in her stories that she creates.

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These are the five questions for the Liebster Award:

Why did you start a blog?

What is your favorite book?

Where is your favorite place to read?

Who do you admire most and why?

What is one thing that is unique about you?

Here are the rules for the Liebster Award-


1. Link the person who nominated you (that’s me) to your blog post and let them know you answered their questions.
2. Answer the questions given to you by the nominator.
3. Nominate other bloggers for the award.
4. Create questions for your nominees to answer.
5. Let the nominees know that they have been nominated by going to their blog and notifying them.

*Those that I nominated please don’t feel obligated to take part, but if you want to you are more than welcome.  It’s another way to meet other bloggers. 🙂

Bunch of Squawking Birds

100 word challenge

I decided to take part in the 100 word challenge again. My goal is to write every day for a year. My hope is that I encourage someone else not to give up. Some days my boys are arguing, the dog’s sick, and I have a headache the size of Mt. Saint Helens. Then, there are those days when my boys are telling me how much they love me, the writing is flowing, and I’ve lost five pounds.

This is me walking on the path to that goal.

Down below is the scenario I came up with for the challenge. It’s definitely true to life.

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All seven were just arguing amongst themselves when I screamed.

“Mom, she screamed again.” Julliete said

“Why did you scream, Jillian?” Mom said.

“I was trying to talk. They wouldn’t be quiet.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“What was so important that it couldn’t wait?” Mom said.

“I forgot. They sounded like a bunch of squawking birds.”

“Probably wasn’t important anyway.” Jason, my older brother, said rolling his eyes,  and sticking his tongue out at me.

Just then my two year old brother walked in soaked from head to toe.

“I remember now. Jamie’s playing in the toilet.”

© 2015 All Rights Reserved @Silverstein Potter and Other Fictitious Ramblings

 

100 Word Challenge

I came across this challenge today.  I thought that since I am new to the blogging business (okay, I tried blogging several years ago, but I’m not counting it). I would participate in the 100 Word Challenge to help build relationships.  I am posting the link here.

I was overwhelmed by the positive response to my blog today. Thanks to all of y’all (yes, I’m a southern girl) for making me feel so welcome. Let me know what you think of my 100 word story below:

I examine my reflection.  I see gray in my hair.  Every line, around my eyes, and at the corners of my mouth, are accentuated. I turn away.

“What if she doesn’t like us?”

“What if we don’t like her?” My husband asks.

He tucks in his plaid shirt and threads his leather belt through the loops on his skinny jeans (he hates them, but I think he looks sexy).

“Mom. Dad.”

“They’re here. I look ancient.”

“You look beautiful. I bet, she’s nervous.” He takes my hand in his, as we walk to meet Daniel’s date.

And so it begins……

Four Word Challenge

The challenge for today is to write a creative piece with these four words:

Picture

Pinecone

Green chair

Food

It is always interesting to see what comes out of my imagination (sometimes, it’s scary). I hope that some of you will take the challenge. It will be lots of fun to see others take on this! Happy writing!

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She walked on the worn path, looking back to see if they had followed her. She could hear the hounds yelping, and she could see the flashlights, penetrating the woods. She wouldn’t run. If she ran, they would hear her for sure.

“Ow.” She said as she lifts her barefoot off the pinecone.

Her feet were raw from all the debris on the forest floor. How much longer would she have to continue like this? She had been in this man hunt for eight hours.

“I think I see her sir.” One of the deputy’s shined the light right across Liz’s silhouette.

“Sir, she’s right there in the tall loblollies. Just beyond that clearing.”

Every law enforcement personal was now directed toward her. She started running. No longer did she feel the pinecones, no longer did she have to worry about being quiet. She ran past the oaks and the sweet-gums. She ran past the possum, scavenging for his food. She ran past the tree stand camouflaged in the pines. She kept running, when the bullet penetrated her upper thigh. It was until, the second bullet hit her right arm that she stopped running. Max Lillis’s face was the last thing that she saw, before everything went black.

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“You’re telling me that Liz didn’t have anything to do with Billy Ray’s murder. Somebody better start explaining.” Max Lillis said.

Max was sitting in his tattered, green chair, running his fingers through his hair. His knuckles were turning white, as he gripped the chair.

“Cathy Denton overheard that couple, from Briar Rose, talking about how they’d made the score of their lives. Cathy listened to them talk about thirty minutes. They were laughing about how they had watched Billy Ray and Liz get that cash from the bank. The cash that Liz had inherited from her grandmother.” The deputy that went by the name of Smith was reaching in his coat pocket to pull out something.

“Cathy called me, as soon as the couple left the Diner.”

“That still doesn’t make a solid case against them. It’s Cathy’s word against theirs.”

“Not, if we have a recording of their conversation.” Smith said.

“I’m guessing we got one.”

“Sure do, Courtesy of Cathy Denton’s iPhone. We made a backup copy on a junk drive, just in case.”

“Who else knows about the junk drive?” Max scooted up to the edge of the chair and threaded his hands together over his legs.

“Just me and Baily Lawson.”

“Keep it that way until trial.”

“You got it, boss” Smith said as he got up.

The lanky deputy turned back to look at Max.

“Sorry about Liz. “

“Me too, Smith, me too.” Max sat in his office looking at the same form, for at least an hour, before he decided to call it a day. He wasn’t going to accomplish anything this way.

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The picture on the wall was an ugly reminder of the pain that wouldn’t go away. Max couldn’t never bring himself to take it down. Especially now, after what had happened.

The picture had been taken the day they married. She was smiling with her hand in his. He was smiling too. The ceremony on the beach, at dusk, had been everything they dreamed it would be.

What had happened to them?

He had worked long hours for the county. It was eight o’clock most nights, before he came home. After they lost the baby, they just couldn’t find the words to say to each other anymore. He had cut her off and she had grown tired of trying.

Liz Lillis had once been his best friend. Now he, was the reason she was dead. He grabbed the picture off the wall and flung it across the room, shattering glass everywhere.

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Smith walked over and placed the rose boutonniere on the casket. The whole department was in attendance for the service. As he walked past the tombstones in the graveyard, there was one that caught his eye.

“Gone too soon from this life.”

Smith thought to himself, yes he was. Yes, he was.