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Before She Came Back…

This will be my third post that relates to my daughter and son-in-law, in and then out of Guatemala. They are home, now. Ivy has a job and Jeff is thinking and working overtime to get one. I am amazed at how far he has come with his English language just in the last month! He grabs every learning opportunity he can get.

I have been encouraging Ivy to blog here on WordPress and she has begun with a piece she wrote several months ago. I had asked her if I could publish this post, and she was going to let me, but then she did it for herself and would have let me republish, but I would rather she get the views for her work :).

This post lays bare all her thoughts and feelings regarding being a stranger in a strange land and will surprise some readers to learn about life in a third world country.

There is a lot to be learned from Welcome Home We’ve Been Waiting .  I hope you enjoy!


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Prompts Just Don’t Work for Me

I am done with the writing prompts. I would prefer to come up with my own original ideas and prompts only to serve to pressure me. Sure they serve a purpose –  and to be honest, they have forced me to write when I could not find the motivation or the words.

I am still pushing for the 365 days of writing, but I’m headed out on my own, now. I may get behind sometimes, but I am determined to catch up.

Wish me luck!

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Hell on Earth

9th prompt of 365 days of writing: You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.

hell-on-earthThe room is filled with unfamiliar furniture and strange pictures hang on the wall. Who are those people smiling out at me? What is this place and why am I here?

I search my mind to find an answer and all that is there is a jumbled mess of vague figures. Some are laughing, some are serious, some are crying, and some are shouting words to me that I cannot make out.

Am I in a dream?

“Wake up!”, I scream, “Wake up!”

I slap my face and shake my head. My hair gets in my eyes and I brush it out of my face.

I try to open the door and realize I have already tried.

I turn around and see that the room is filled with strange furniture and there are pictures hanging on the wall. Who are those people? What is this place? Why am I here?

I stop and look around and see a mirror. I hurry to it and look at the reflection.

Who is that woman staring back at me?

There is a couch behind me and I hurry to it and lay on my back, trying to gather my thoughts. Am I dreaming?

I can’t be dreaming, because all I want to do is sleep. I drift off slowly and then I am awake.

I look around. There are unfamiliar photos hanging on the wall.

There is noise at the door and then a man walks in. I run to the other side of the room and cower down.

“Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me!”

He says that it is okay and I should come with him. Strangely, I feel comforted by his voice and I follow him back to the couch. He sits beside me and reaches out to hold my hand.

Studying his face, I see tears in his eyes.

“I love you, baby.”

I’m looking around a strange room. There are strange pictures on the walls. There is a man beside me and he wants to hold my hand.

Am I in a nightmare?

I begin to scream and continue screaming until he pulls me close and holds me in his arms. I am strangely comforted by his arms around me.

“Ssshhh”, he whispers, “Ssshh…”

I wake up in an unfamiliar place and photos of people I don’t know are on the walls…