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What was it which made this such a horrible place? The whoosh and clack of the ventilator, The incessant beep, beep, beep of the monitors, the wires and tubes which snaked this way and that, or was it the still form which not so long ago was a vibrant soul?

 

Sitting alone in the darkened room she shivered. 

 

She had no idea of how long she had been here, what hour or even the day. None of those mattered, nothing mattered except she be here when those violet eyes opened once more.

 

Note: This scene is out of chronological order, sorry for any confusion,

Blogging University

Writing 101: Free Write For Twenty Minutes.

 

Okay, I’m not doing this officially. Goodness knows my life is complicated at the moment and I might be able to complete all of the challenges. None the less, I can see the value in giving it my best. There is always something to be learned.

The most difficult thing or me currently is finding the time to write. It is a piecemeal process if mad typing between one chore and the next. Between fixing dinner and helping with homework to breaking up arguments and disputes to assigning time on the computer to games. In other words, all the joys of being the parent of three boys… two of whom are teenagers.

Thankfully I find blogging, even in dribbles and drabs, to be a wonderful stress reliever. Not to mention helping me work through so many thoughts and emotions. Whats more, it’s fun and interesting. I get to read so many different viewpoints and opinions as well as have exposure to an endless variety of writing styles which keeps my own writing fresh and exciting.

For me writing in any form can be a challenge. Back in my younger days I ran Track and Field. I was a sprinter in the 200m and 400m. That was pretty much my limit and as long as I remember that, I had fun and won some races. Writing is the same way, I can work in small pieces, Flash Fiction, Flash Poetry, Short Fiction, Get Well Soon cards… (OK, so I don’t really write greeting cards, but you get the point).

Oh, while I have the dream of writing the Next Great Novel, I seriously doubt I’ll become the next JK Rowling or Robert Jordan.  

You know something? I really don’t care about fame or fortune, either here or in RL. I would rather be the voice which gets you to think, to expand your experiences though words if not actions. I want to draw attention to those whose experiences need to be seen and understood. 

I look toward a day when such things are no longer necessary. When it doesn’t matter who you were before, but who you are now.

Study Estimates 24,000 Transgender People Will Be Disenfranchised By Voter ID

Kira:

An important reminder.

Originally posted on Queer Landia:

A_TransGender-SymbolCertainly, most of us have heard about the controversy regarding voter ID laws, growing like weeds, in many states around the country.  Designed mainly by republicans, thru redistricting, to reduce the number of likely democratic voters.  But, it did surprise me today when I discovered the possible impact it may have with our transgender community.

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Zoe pulled her eyes away from Che’s. There was something in what she said, something which caused a disquiet to stir in her chest. She was certain, if she let herself think for a moment, she would remember why.

 

“It’s a cloud crossing the sun,” she said, quickly turning to look across the grasslands which stretched from one horizon to the other.”Where is Hiku and Lulu?” She shaded her eyes with one hand but the only movement was of the wind in the grass and a lonely hawk in the distance. She could feel Che’s eyes on her back but her friend said nothing for a moment.

 

“They will join us soon, I’m sure.” Zoe could feel more than hear as the great cat stood up and moved to her side. “They will know of your return just as I.”

 

Zoe looked at her with a puzzled look, “but I never left.”

 

Che said nothing, instead stretching and sitting up tall, ears flicking as she scanned the horizon. She looked over her shoulder at the rising sun before turing back to look before them. 

DO YOU WANT TO HELP???? THEN PLEASE READ VERY CAREFULLY, TAKE ACTION AND THEN PLEASE SHARE THIS FOR THE SAKE OF THE REMAINING AFRICAN LIONS <3

Kira:

One day the only wild animals you’ll see will be in documentaries.

Originally posted on Great Cats of the "World":

WAKE UP WORLD WAKE UP .VERY URGENT ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE AN AMERICAN CITIZEN,TO SAVE THE LAST FEW ENDANGERED WILD AFRICAN LIONS THE WORLD NEEDS YOUR GOVERNMENT TO ACT ,WHICH IT ISNT AT THE MOMENT,99% OF ALL LIONS TROPHY HUNTED KILLED IN AFRICA IS BY AMERICAN TROPHY HUNTERS THE LIKES OF AARON NEILSON,KENDALL JONES ,MELISSA BACHMAN,AMERICAN TROPHY HUNTERS ONE OF THE TWO MAJOR CAUSE OF LION EXTINCTION IN AFRICA WITH POPULATION GROWTH.

WAKE UP WORLD WAKE UP BEFORE ITS TOO LATE.
To all Americans.
Attention;

All US citizens that want a ban on Lion hunting trophies entering the US please read and please take action below the article.

While our African counterparts are working hard to lobby the Australian Environmental Department and our European counterparts the European Environmental Affairs to implement a restriction on Lion hunted trophies we…

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Untitled Story (WIP)

 

 

Zoe sat on a low hill, the grass and flowers nodding silently in the unseen breeze. It smelled fresh, bright and shiny in a way the air at home never could. Little white butterflies fluttered this way and that in a carefree dance while soft white clouds slowly drifted across a sky so blue it made her eyes hurt. The sudden appearance of a flock of birds, skimming over the grass with a dry rustle of wings startled her for a moment and then she smiled. 

There was something inside, deep in her heart, which begged her to stay in this place. Somehow she knew, stay or go, it was her choice. All she need do would be to stay here or stand up and find the way out. There was this feeling of peace,of contentment, of finally being able to rest after a long and difficult journey, yet there was also disquiet. A feeling as though she wasn’t ready yet, of knowing there was something she still needed to do before this place would truly be hers. A sigh escaped her lips.

 

“So you return once more,” a gentle voice said behind her. She turned to see a cat sitting there. Not just any cat mind you, this was a cheetah, deadly beautiful and as graceful as the wind. The smile became a grin.

 

“Che!” and before she knew it she was scrambling up to throw her arms around that golden tan, furry neck.

 

She could feel the cat slowly shaking her head, “I had truly hoped you would not, though I cannot say I am surprised.”

 

Che slipped free from her embrace and looked deeply into her eyes, “No,” she said after a moment, “the shadow remains.”