IL ‘est charmant… Bling writing project

ILestcharmant

il est charmantHe is charming.

He is my white knight in blue jeans she told me, and I believe her.

He calms me when the storms of life surround me, He tells me everything will be okay! Even in death we are not separated because I carry him inside my heart everywhere I go. I hear his voice whisper quietly laughing at what a mess I’ve made, as I scream for justice and take my stand. Still he stands behind me like the old oak tree we planted when our love was young. I now sit beneath it in the shade of his love. And the breeze that blows through my white knight’s tree is charming as he.

He is charming! je t’aime

Bling I know I was supposed to write about someone and when I made this I did it with you and your white knight in mind. I wanted to do something for you to show my thankfulness. I’m so thankful for you Bling! Thank you…thank you Bling! 

All was found but nothing-Bling writing project

All was found but nothing

I forgot who I was without all this stuff around me to cling to. So much of who I believed
myself to be was wrapped up in this stuff,  this house, this town, all the starting over.
Memories packed in boxes as if they would keep me from seeing the real truth.
Boxed up maybe to avoid seeing they were nothing but chaff on the trashing floor of my life.
And now they were “kindling,” fire the fire chief said.

This silly old book was all that was left and it too was charred, it’s pages like the finest soot butterflies
flew up as I blew them free. I watched as the breeze caught them and oddly enough I saw a
freedom in their release. I tossed the singed book into the rubble letting go of all I thought
made a difference. The difference was inside my heart and nothing could ever change or
take away as that fire burned the fake right out of me.

 

 

Great Horse Spirit–Next photo for mine and Bling Gigi’s, writing project

Image not mine used as a writing prompt in a project Gigi and I are doing together!

http://wrathofthetitans.warnerbros.com/images/ Image not mine used as a writing prompt in a project Gigi and I are doing together!

Lori Lei found herself with bow drawn and arrow aimed at the bushes in the distance. She was braced against the tree, heart racing and she shouted “Wait what’s going on here? I’m not a warrior or a princess. How did I get here and why are you all looking at me like I know what I’m doing?”

“Boss you’ve always been boss, we’ve been waiting for this day since we started planning to take our land back.” said this small tiny horse. “I’m Simon.”

“What I must be dreaming, I thought I heard you call me boss but animals can’t talk. I must have really been tired. Last I remember I was waiting, for what I can’t remember as I seem to have forgotten where I was before being here.”

“You realize today is the day they have come to round up all the wild horses and you were going to stop them, right?” Simon said smiling.

“I’m sorry but what am I doing?”

“Look you promised to help us, when you came here you said you wanted to help so now is your chance, the bandits are on their way and they have the herd headed this way, now what’s your plan?”

“Plan I need a plan, oh gosh, I don’t have a plan what if I don’t come up with a plan?”

“Oh it’s okay you don’t need a plan because you are magic and everyone knows it,  and so do all the horses they told me today they were excited to see what you were going to do.”shaking his mane and pawing at the ground. “Now get going before they get here and catch you by surprise, everyone is ready and in their places,” Simon took off running. Without planning Lori Lei found herself charging after him with bow by her side. All at once Simon stopped in the middle of the field and looked up and Lori Lei looked over toward his gaze she saw dust, and the sound of hooves pounding.

Lori Lei shouted, “Here they come,” and all around her and along the surrounding hills came Indian warriors, some on horse and some on foot and they gathered around her.

Lori Lei waited with her bow drawn but as the dust settled all she saw were horses of all colors and sizes but not a sign of the bandits, just horses running, grazing and young horses playing. One of the Indian chiefs stepped forward and said, “There is a story of the Great Indian Horse Sprit, like a ghost,  it is said anyone who does to these horses will disappear. I guess we’ll never know.”

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