littlewonder2

Little wonder we stumble in life.


Leave a comment

This site is not dead

#1434. To be honest, I forgot about this blog for a while. I’ve just spent this past half-year at Uni, daily writing my series, and writing fan fiction at my other site (no, you can’t read it).

To be honest, I’ve been thinking of coming back here for ages, but I didn’t know what to write. Even if I don’t write fiction here, I can always try to write about my life. For example, I could catch you up on what I’ve done at Uni.

I just recently got my results back – two passes and two distinctions for my intro classes. In about a couple of weeks, I’ll be back at Uni, but not before Open Day hosts Quidditch, music, a chai tea tent, and free food. I’ll be going to that, by the way.

So okay, just so you know, I’m going to commit myself now to write at least one post about Uni a week in the new semester, and one flash fiction.

In case you were interested, last semester I studied: Communication and Thought (a very basic course that all students have to take), Communication Theory and Practise, Introduction to Creative Writing, and Japanese A.

My two distinctions were in Intro to CW and Japanese. Next year, I need to try harder, though. There’s a GO program that I need better grades than a pass to get into (I’d be going to Japan).


10 Comments

Trifecta – Reading Challenge

My boot was gone. Actually gone.

I clutched its mate to my chest like a baby, though of course it was futile. What is one boot without the other boot? It is nothing.

The prompt this weekend was a reading challenge, so I’ll be putting off the short series I’ve been writing until next week. The weekend’s prompt for Trifecta is taken from Wild by Cheryl Strayed. I finished it recently; it’s quite a good book.


23 Comments

Trifecta – Helping Hand

She couldn’t speak any Japanese, so it was a relief when they brought in an interpreter to help her interact with the doctors and her one loyal visitor, as well as fill out all the necessary forms.

“Who have you come to Japan with?” the doctor asked in Japanese, translated a moment later by the interpreter.

“No one.”

“What is your purpose here?”

“I was kidnapped.”

Silence broke in the air like a gunshot, reverberating around the air into the people around her. She could feel it herself, but she felt like an outsider watching the shock spread on their faces as if they’d just witnessed a murder.

She tried for a moment to explain, desperate to make them stop, hating them for continuing to stare and needing to know why. None of it made a difference.

Eventually, the silence settled upon them like the end of a ripple in the water, and the doctor spoke again. She’d been too shocked to listen, but then the interpreter repeated it a moment later.

“Do you have any friends and family you’d like to call?”

She didn’t know why, but she hadn’t expected this path, she hadn’t expected to be rescued even as she rode to the hospital in the man’s car. She expected to have to make her own way back.

Without hesitation, she cried, “Yes!”

The doctor jumped slightly. Then he told her that a phone would be brought in. He left, and several minutes later it arrived on a rolling table.

The interpreter busied himself by the window as she brought the phone closer.

She studied him for a moment, distracted. He had smooth, rosy cheeks and shiny black hair, parted to the side. His eyes were dark, almost black, and the edges of skin that framed them were the smoothest part of him, curved inward to those eyes.

He looked just like the man. She pushed the phone to the side.

“Later,” she said.

Prompt from Trifecta, and the third continuation from my image prompt.

Parts one and two.


17 Comments

Friday Fictioneers – Art

copyright-Claire Fuller

“Is this yours?” asked Christie as she came strolling through the trail.

The old woman smiled at her. “Why yes. It’s a sculpture of my two twins. They left home years ago.”

“Is it lonely, living out here by yourself? Living in the middle of the forest…”

“No, it’s not lonely. I mean, sometimes it is, but I get by.”

“Well, I admire you. I could never do this, living out in the middle of nowhere like this,” said Christie.

“Oh, it’s not so bad. Occasionally, hikers like yourself come through. I’m not lonely.”

Christie looked back on the trail. She still wasn’t sure…

My response for Friday Fictioneers.


17 Comments

Friday Fictioneers – New Year In Bangkok

Copyright - Lora Mitchell
“What an exotic New Year…” she whispered, gazing in awe at the sky.

“Perfect,” her husband said beside her. “Sitting on the dock of the bay… with you.”

She smiled, looking at him briefly. “You’re cute.”

“You’re perfect.”

She looked at him again, for longer this time. “It’s a perfect vacation. Thank you.” She leaned in, settling into his neck.

He stroked her hair, and she angled up to see the fireworks.

“Forget about them,” he said. “Just be with me.”

“I am with you. I’ve been with you for five years.”

“Still. Humour me.”

She smiled at him. “Sure.”

One of my rare Friday Fictioneers pieces. 🙂 For some reason, this picture looked like a foreign south-east Asian city, like Bangkok or Singapore. So I went with that.


3 Comments

Trifecta – Holidays

I’m not faithless; I believe in love and generosity. I don’t need to get drunk, but I’m not drunk on life, either.

I’m boring like that. But I’ve got spirit. I love holidays.

Prompt from the atheist point of view, for Trifecta

Happy-Holidays-Images-2b2tval.jpg


4 Comments

Forget Doomsday; let’s start over with Chinese New Year!

I was wondering recently… Why are the Mayans and their so-called doomsday prophecy so famous, and Chinese New Year is left on the back burner?

The truth is, the Mayan prophecy is just the end of an era for the Mayans. It doesn’t mean that we’re all going to die, just that now’s the chance to decide where to go from here, with all there is to worry about in this modern world.

If we’re speaking of foreign calendars, then the Chinese New Year can contrast with the Mayan calendar, and act as our redemption.

Let’s celebrate the spring of new beginnings with the start of Chinese New Year next February 10. It’s the Year of the Snake this year, which is my animal, so I guess it’s more significant for being my year as well.

This is my year to get active. Especially since I’ve already begun my new life on the Sunshine Coast, this will be my year of working, writing, surfing, and perhaps even blogging.

Start here and discover the truth. Mayan calendars were often misunderstood. Don’t waste your second chance not understanding the Chinese one.


1 Comment

BlogFestivus #8 – Blitzen

Blitzen was going to show them all what a blitz he really was. He was going to have fun, and they’d all miss out.

But this heat…

He might have to travel down further south. Summer was too hot for a reindeer to have fun in for too long. But Blitzen was determined to outplay the other reindeer. Soon they would be begging to be his friend.

He caught a glimpse of a flashing hoof. No… he wasn’t going to let Donner watch over him again, as if he was still a foal, and an orphaned one at that.

All he wanted was to have fun. But mother figure Donner was going to ruin it all for him.

He ran off at a gallop, determined to lose his trail. But Donner was out of hiding now, chasing after him quickly. Donner was gaining ground just a bit, but all Blitzen had to do was outlast him in this heat, and he was home free.

Maybe he could visit the beach when he slipped past Donner. No doubt the humans would love him wherever he went here. He could go shopping, and they’d be all over him.

He could have a real adventure here, and Donner was ruining it.

Donner was edging up his side. They were taking up the entire sidewalk now, the humans simply gawking after them.

Blitzen veered onto the grass, relief for his aching hooves.

Donner caught him that moment.

Eighth entry for BlogFestivus

blogfestivus-2012.png

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.


2 Comments

BlogFestivus #6 – Cupid

The first thing Cupid saw was the flash of golden stars. Elated, she knew it must be her love, Comet. She burst into the air, chasing after him.

The trail broke every now and then, and she had to peer over the trees to find him. The first reindeer she spotted though, wasn’t Comet.

It was Vixen.

Shyly, she emerged from the canopy, letting Vixen approach her. Bucking her head, she found Vixen acting her usual frisky self. But she also knew what a tease Vixen was. Perhaps it was time to show her what love could do.

Cupid took off, stopping every once in a while to make sure Vixen was following and eventually plunged into the trees, satisfied that Vixen was pursuing her.

Cupid wasn’t going to let her have her way like she was used to with the other reindeer. Teasing wasn’t just the domain of lust; it was what love was made of. It wasn’t just a way to control others; it was a way to make them fall in love.

Cupid was named not just for her passion for match making, but because of the skill she possessed to make anyone fall in love with her. It came naturally to her.

And she did it actively. Comet was the only one she truly loved back, though. She lived to teach lessons in love. And she lived to be loved. Comet was content with that.

Cupid made her move.

Sixth entry for BlogFestivus

blogfestivus-2012.png

Participants of BlogFestivus:

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.


1 Comment

BlogFestivus #5 – Comet

Comet was too fast for his own good. He was as fast as Dasher, but without the attitude. The one thing Dasher and Prancer had in common was their need to show off.

Comet had heard that Dasher had even mowed some kids down, that’s how headstrong he was. Comet much preferred the quiet rustle and chirp of the woods, where he could race off without worrying about getting in trouble with the humans, let alone Santa…

Comet was so fast, that he often left a trail of pixie dust behind him. Luckily, his body never ran out of the stuff. It was as if a pixie was living eternally on his back. If so, he’d be impressed by the pixie’s ability to hang on at such high speeds.

He loved the thrill of never knowing what might happen to him next. Leaves and branches whizzing by, Comet always preferred to run through the air than on the ground.

Although, Comet had to think that if Dasher was amongst humans, he’d have to. If people knew magic reindeer existed, soon enough they’d started tracking down Santa.

Comet wasn’t running aimlessly through the air. He was missing Cupid. Comet and Cupid were usually inseparable, but now Comet had lost her.

If Cupid could spot his trail of pixie dust, she’d be able to find him again. If not, then Comet at least hoped that his sharp senses really were picking up Cupid straight ahead.

Fifth entry of BlogFestivus

blogfestivus-2012.png

Participants of BlogFestivus:

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.