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BlogFestivus #4 – Vixen

She and Prancer would be the ultimate power couple, Vixen thought. If she wasn’t too busy flirting with all of the other reindeer she deemed worth her time.

Rubbing her body down another healthy reindeer, her body hummed with desire. She was a real Vixen. Just as the other reindeer gained interest, she galloped away, forcing him to chase her.

She may not have those big manly antlers, and Santa’s pulling crew may be a boy’s club, but she was living proof that she could be discounted for nothing.

She shot into the sky, leaving the poor young reindeer stuck on the ground, helplessly watching after her.

Her habits were going to get her in trouble one day. Or they would, if she ever pulled that stunt with the other magic reindeer. But she was smart, and she was careful. She was trouble, not the other way around.

She looked down on the reindeer on the ground. He was alone in the wild, and young too. He didn’t have a pack… he’d be lucky to survive out here. The least she could do was give him a little action.

She heard a bell ring, and she turned her head. There were other magic reindeer close by. She looked around, through the temperate forest, before she caught sight of an antler bobbing up for a second before it lowered into the trees for a moment.

She followed. There was a better adventure ahead.

It’s…

Fourth entry for BlogFestivus

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BlogFestivus Participants:

Blogdramedy

Steve Betz – the holiday mixer.

Rewind Revise – newly married and on her very own joy train.

Lenore Diane — thoughts from the Elf Queen herself.

Shouts from the Abyss – Tom’s on a mission to blighten your holiday season.

FiX It or Deal — Amy Severson bringing it robot-style.

Lynn Schneider Books — Lynn, the BlogFestivus newbie.

1 Point Perspective — the Bruce Willis of WordPress.

So I Went Undercover — she’s undercover and that’s all I’ll say about that.

Joe Owen’s Blog — he’s got forty-something eyes. Not Betty Davis eyes.

MC’s Whispers – Maria-Christina works in PR. What kind of “spin” will she put on this writing challenge?

LittleWonder2  – a musical surfing vampire lover. I know.

Blog It or Lose It! – One word. Minecraft.

Voice in Me — Reena’s from India…where reindeer go on vacation.

Apprentice, never master – Gwendolyn, the fearless.

A Year of Daily Posts — Sarah, the paperback writer (three manuscripts but they count.)

Dot Knows! — Liz, the life changer.

k8edid — oh, yes. She did.

The Day After – A musing wannabe.

A Spoonful of Suga – Making reality sexy.

Random Says – in the moment. At the moment.

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BlogFestivus #3 – Prancer

Prancer liked to show off.

He wasn’t as headstrong as Dasher or Dancer, but he certainly was enough of a show off that he deserved to be up the front when pulling along Santa’s sleigh.

The fact that he was behind the two reindeers that led the way each year was a hit to his inflated ego.

He was the one with the shiniest coat, the most graceful gallops — even in the air — and he also felt he was the most charming of all the other reindeer.

He made the girls giggle where he nudged them, licking bare palms and exposed fingers, nuzzling people as he walked smoothly through the winter cold ground, the snow chased away from this town.

Little girls loved him. Little boys wanted to ride on his back, and he allowed a few at a time to do so, moving calmly around the space.

Teenage boys weren’t so impressed with him (no doubt jealous), but they stuck around with their girlfriends, enamored with how cute he was. Occasionally, he would step on those boys’ feet, knowing instinctively how you deal with rivals.

The older people just seemed content to sit and watch. He was glad for it; he was Santa’s gift to the world, after all. He encouraged some of the more curious of them the feel his fur. It was smooth, soft and beautiful; the smoothest there was.

It was clear that he was the most superior reindeer.

Third entry of BlogFestivus

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BlogFestivus Participants:

Blogdramedy

Steve Betz – the holiday mixer.

Rewind Revise – newly married and on her very own joy train.

Lenore Diane — thoughts from the Elf Queen herself.

Shouts from the Abyss – Tom’s on a mission to blighten your holiday season.

FiX It or Deal — Amy Severson bringing it robot-style.

Lynn Schneider Books — Lynn, the BlogFestivus newbie.

1 Point Perspective — the Bruce Willis of WordPress.

So I Went Undercover — she’s undercover and that’s all I’ll say about that.

Joe Owen’s Blog — he’s got forty-something eyes. Not Betty Davis eyes.

MC’s Whispers – Maria-Christina works in PR. What kind of “spin” will she put on this writing challenge?

LittleWonder2 – a musical surfing vampire lover. I know. (Yup, that’s me.)

Blog It or Lose It! – One word. Minecraft.

Voice in Me — Reena’s from India…where reindeer go on vacation.

Apprentice, never master – Gwendolyn, the fearless.

A Year of Daily Posts — Sarah, the paperback writer (three manuscripts but they count.)

Diary of a Sensitive Soul — Immie, blogging from the U.K. (Why am I feeling Bruce Springsteen?)

Dot Knows! — Liz, the life changer.

k8edid — oh, yes. She did.

The Day After – A musing wannabe.

A Spoonful of Suga – Making reality sexy.

Random Says – in the moment. At the moment.


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BlogFestivus #2 – Dancer

She watched him dance from bushes that reminded her of holly and mistletoe. A perfect holiday image, paired with the dancing reindeer.

It’s movements with its front legs raptured her imagination, as if that was the most graceful of movements rather than just skittering around in the snow. It’s back legs kicked up snow playfully.

Alone in the clearing, he danced as if no one was watching. He probably thought they weren’t.

She had seen how mad he could get amongst people, how he would charge with no seeming purpose or motivation. He would be different with his own kind, she thought.

He just distrusted humans.

She’d seen him mow down bystanders in her town. They’d capture him and send him back out into the wild. He’d always come back, which is why this time, she’d followed him.

He was so happy out here. So why didn’t he stay here?

He sniffed the air, jumping back and forth on his front and back legs in response, running off through the trees. She chased after him, determined…

She almost lost it when she saw the city boys luring the reindeer out from the forest, berries in their hands. She felt so angry at their deception. How dare they endanger her town just for their own entertainment?

“Hey,” she cried. “Stop that!”

They ran as soon as they spotted her, and Dancer ran them down.

She smiled. That should teach them.

This time, Dancer returned.

Second entry for BlogFestivus

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BlogFestivus Participants:

Blogdramedy

Steve Betz – the holiday mixer.

Rewind Revise – newly married and on her very own joy train.

Lenore Diane — thoughts from the Elf Queen herself.

Shouts from the Abyss – Tom’s on a mission to blighten your holiday season.

FiX It or Deal — Amy Severson bringing it robot-style.

Lynn Schneider Books — Lynn, the BlogFestivus newbie.

1 Point Perspective — the Bruce Willis of WordPress.

So I Went Undercover — she’s undercover and that’s all I’ll say about that.

Joe Owen’s Blog — he’s got forty-something eyes. Not Betty Davis eyes.

MC’s Whispers – Maria-Christina works in PR. What kind of “spin” will she put on this writing challenge?

LittleWonder2  – a musical surfing vampire lover. I know.

Blog It or Lose It! – One word. Minecraft.

Voice in Me — Reena’s from India…where reindeer go on vacation.

Apprentice, never master – Gwendolyn, the fearless.

A Year of Daily Posts — Sarah, the paperback writer (three manuscripts but they count.)

Diary of a Sensitive Soul — Immie, blogging from the U.K. (Why am I feeling Bruce Springsteen?)

Dot Knows! — Liz, the life changer.

k8edid — oh, yes. She did.

The Day After – A musing wannabe.

A Spoonful of Suga – Making reality sexy.

Random Says – in the moment. At the moment.


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BlogFestivus #1 – Dasher

He ran circles around the makeshift ice rink, leaving people gawking at him, leaping to the side, sprawling to the ground or sent in a spin. He was like a horse running around a track, and he was so fast, that most people didn’t even have much time to recover.

“Come on, kids, off the ice…” one worried dad called, waving his children over to the door, struggling to their feet and staggering over.

Other people watched from the sidelines, complaining to each other about what a rude reindeer he was.

The ones on the ice were worse. Although they found that the middle of the ice was perfectly safe, they were soon shouting obscenities at the reindeer, unimpressed at this behaviour.

Dasher stopped in his tracks, black eyes staring at the group of name callers in the middle of the ice. He was only here to have fun, and the group were starting to tick him off.

He changed directions and charged the group head on. Panicked, the men started scattering, trying to avoid Dasher, but he began to pick them off one by one.

The last man standing was getting more panicked as each of his friends were getting picked off. He tried to speed up to outskate Dasher, but he was getting closer…

His black snow jacket soon matched the shadow looming over him, and before he could reach the door, he was slammed into it hard by the reindeer.

First entry for BlogFestivus

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BlogFestivus Participants:

Blogdramedy

Steve Betz – the holiday mixer.

Rewind Revise – newly married and on her very own joy train.

Lenore Diane — thoughts from the Elf Queen herself.

Shouts from the Abyss – Tom’s on a mission to blighten your holiday season.

FiX It or Deal — Amy Severson bringing it robot-style.

Lynn Schneider Books — Lynn, the BlogFestivus newbie.

1 Point Perspective — the Bruce Willis of WordPress.

So I Went Undercover — she’s undercover and that’s all I’ll say about that.

Joe Owen’s Blog — he’s got forty-something eyes. Not Betty Davis eyes.

MC’s Whispers – Maria-Christina works in PR. What kind of “spin” will she put on this writing challenge?

LittleWonder2  – a musical surfing vampire lover. I know.

Blog It or Lose It! – One word. Minecraft.

Voice in Me — Reena’s from India…where reindeer go on vacation.

Apprentice, never master – Gwendolyn, the fearless.

A Year of Daily Posts — Sarah, the paperback writer (three manuscripts but they count.)

Dot Knows! — Liz, the life changer.

k8edid — oh, yes. She did.

The Day After – A musing wannabe.

A Spoonful of Suga – Making reality sexy.

Random Says – in the moment. At the moment.


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Ego And Self-Expression

I don’t know if those two things go together or not. Somehow, it sounds like a familiar expression (lol); but according to one post I read, months ago, when you’re a writer, ego needs to be removed. Writing needs to be honest, but if you let ego influence you too much, your writing becomes too clouded, or it doesn’t  own up to the true (fictional) story you’re trying to tell.

Maybe that’s something I need to work on. For example, I find it very hard to write a religious character. I can’t stand the idea of following the strains of Christianity, it just sounds too stupid.

But I know in my head some of my characters are Christian, and I’m not doing my duty to them by not representing that. At first, it was because of my ego; I was afraid of people misconstruing me as a Christian, where I am not. But then I realised that people more likely expect me to represent all people, no matter my prejudices.

(I’m not saying I hate Christians; just that I don’t relate.)

In real life, too, I do this. I express my opinion openly, sometimes too openly for comfort in fact, because I’m trying to be open. A writer has to be, right? I want to learn more about people, about their reactions, about myself. Learning about myself is just as important as learning about others, in fact; how else do I speak from others’ perspectives but to truly understand my own?

But sometimes I just can’t look at the reply. Writers are supposed to be thick-skinned. I’m not quite there yet. At least I’m not thin-skinned…

I try to be open, most importantly, because throughout my life, I’ve been shy and too scared to talk about myself, let alone how I feel or what I think. That’s why I write, in fact; so people can know. I was told I have low self-esteem; I always equated that to mean that I have a small ego, but I know now that’s not quite true. In fact, it was my ego telling me that; saying that I had a small ego made me feel more humble than other people, which made me feel better than them.

Not so humble, then.

So, while in real life, I find it hard to express myself to people, in writing, I tend to try and compensate for that by being as open as I dare. I need to be thick-skinned to be a writer, right?

Besides, I’ve been trying all my life to be stronger. Considering, that I’ve been put down a lot, particularly in primary school (which causes me sometimes to turn that hate on me, as if I deserve it), it isn’t surprising that I want to rise above it.

There’s always something to rise above, isn’t there? Hard times help you grow, or so I’ve heard. I resented that the first time I heard it, but it’s still true. That’s the whole point of stories, isn’t it?

So, it’s true that ego and low self-esteem can go hand in hand. And the result is the need for self-expression. But even so, what do I take out of all this?

If nothing else, I hope that I can be happy growing on my own without testing my own will, or others’ reactions to me in order to learn about them. But, since the New Yorker tells me that personal bias sticks with you whether you learn or not, I wouldn’t hold my breath.


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Trifecta – A Slice of My Life

I felt sandwiched in the back of the car.

We were all off to the beach, my parents, sister and step-brother… I could taste the salt on my lips, like a summer kiss.

Hot.

Non-fiction prompt from Trifecta.