What is this love?
Why is it so important
that people will spend there lives
hunting for it,
dying for it,
killing for it.
How can one emotion
elicit so much peace and joy
while at the same time
cause so much hatred and pain?
Why should I give up
everything
because something inside me says
I can’t exisit without you?
Please,
help me understand
before it’s too late.
Before I make a decision
that mat change everything,
that I may regret.
© 2016 Heidi Barnes
Morning :).
I have just updated the page for my series Destiny. I have added the link to the new prologue, which I think is much better than the old. Not as stilted. I have also added the book cover. For your convenience I will put both of them here. I hope you will take a look and let me know what you think. 🙂
Sitting on the white sand, his bare feet brought up so he could rest his arms loosely on his knees, Gideon wondered why he even tried. It seemed as if everything he did to keep those he loved safe only made things worse. Now he was afraid it was too late.
It started out as such a simple plan. Hide Sapphira in plain sight and then wait for the danger to pass. Who would have thought it would take this long or the cost would be so high?
Eons lost because in the end she was lost. Not lost as in her soul slipped into the darkness never to return to the light, but lost as in physically could not be found, and yet she was right in front of them the entire time. Damn Michel and his games. If only the angel had talked to him before they wiped his memory he would have ended this madness a long time ago.
Grinding his teeth, Gideon cursed his brother’s part in all this. Just as quickly he took it back. Fallon had suffered just as much if not more for his part in their deception. At least Gideon had been allowed to stay in the heavens and, even though he had not realized it at the time, keep Sapphira safe from the demons that constantly hunted her. Fallon…. Gideon shuddered. No angel, fallen or otherwise, should be subjugated to what his brother had endured these last millenniums.
And now the Unspoken One was loose and hunting the one being that even after all this time he was still obsessed with owning. The one being that could either bring them peace, or destroy them all.
There was a rustle behind him followed by a soft thud, as if something fell onto the deep sand. Gideon did not turn around to see who had landed behind him. He did not need to. His brother’s presence was as familiar as his own.
“Any luck?” Gideon asked staring out at the light blue sea stretching out before him. A beautiful view if only he was in the mood to enjoy it.
“Nothing yet,” Fallon sighed wearily. More rustling and the dark angel sat heavily in the sand next to Gideon, his huge ink black wings lying in the sand next to Gideon’s pure white ones behind them. Pushing one hand through his shoulder-length black streaked with red hair, a stark contrast to Gideon’s short blonde hair, Fallon growled in frustration, “It’s like they have vanished into thin air.” After a moment of silence, he whispered desperately, “I can’t lose her again. Not like this.”
Gideon looked down at the sand between his knees knowing how his brother felt. He could not lose Sapphira either, but then again she wasn’t really theirs, was she. That privilege belonged to another far more powerful god. One they were, at one timed, devoted to just as deeply as they were devoted to Sapphira.
One hand snaked down and idly picked up a sea shell. Rubbing it between his fingers, old memories melded with new. Where Gideon knew Sapphira was far more than what she seemed, that together she and her mate were what kept the known universe, and those unknown, from ripping apart at the seams, it still did not completely erase the bitterness he felt every time he thought of her in the one male’s arms that had made the last thousand years a living hell. Or did it erase the deep feeling of loss.
Bitterness was a human emotion he should be far above being who he was. Yet it still tormented him. More so, it seemed, than his brother.
As calmly as he could, Gideon said into the silence, “They couldn’t vanish again without help, and we would know if she was…dead.” The word practically choked him.
“They have been hidden from us before,” Fallon reminded.
Very true.
The Unspoken One did not want to hide, though. He wanted to possess and once he did he would make sure they all knew he had finally won.
Fallon suddenly pushed himself to his feet, his wings fanning out behind him in agitation.
“Sitting here is not going to help us or them. Maybe if we go back to where we were separated. Pick up the trail….”
Fallon kept talking as he paced back and forth in front of Gideon, but Gideon did not hear him. His attention was on one of Fallon’s feathers that had dislodged itself from his wings and was slowly floating down to the soft sand. There was a memory that was buried deep in his subconscious that kept trying to remind him of something important. Of pain and blood and fire. Of darkness and light and unconditional love so deep that even now it soothed the ache in Gideon’s heart. Something that would help them find Sapphira.
Slowly, he reached out his hand to the feather that had settled softly in the sand. Picking it up he stared at it, twisting it one way then another. Then one of the words Fallon had uttered whispered in his head and he suddenly knew what to do.
“Are you even listening to me?” Fallon snapped.
“Back,” Gideon answered, his voice that distance when someone is thinking out loud.
“That’s what I was saying. Go back to where we…,” Fallon began again in frustration.
“No,” Gideon said grinning up at his brother. “Back.”
Fallon stared at Gideon as if he had lost his mind. Maybe he had, because what he was thinking was insane, but it just might work. Jumping to his feet, Gideon showed Fallon the feather.
“We go back,” he repeated enthusiastically. “To the beginning.”
“The beginning,” Fallon repeated slowly, staring at the feather. “As in before it all started? Time travel?”
Gideon nodded.
“Are you insane? We can’t do that. It could rip the very foundations of the time continuum, not to mentions there are only two beings that have that kind of power and even they refuse to time travel.”
“Not true. You and I both know Sara has gone back in time to save us. Now it is our turn to go back and save hers.” When Fallon continued staring at him like he was insane, Gideon tried one more time. “What do we have to lose?”
“Everything,” Fallon breathed.
“Haven’t we already lost everything?”
Fallon’s eyes snapped to Gideon’s. While what his brother said was true, this was the most insane, stupidly dangerous idea he had ever come of with. So much could go wrong, yet at the same time everything already had. Gideon was right. They had nothing to lose.
“What if it doesn’t work?” Fallon asked still unsure.
“Then we try again,” Gideon said firm in his conviction.
“And if it all goes to hell and we destroy everything they have built, everything we have fought so hard to protect?”
There was an uncertainty in Fallon’s voice that made Gideon hesitated. It was a huge risk, but the feeling in his gut was telling him that it was the only way. “Then they will truly begin at the beginning because everything will be gone, including us. It is a sacrifice I am willing to make to keep them safe.”
After a moment, Fallon’s hand came up, a small smile crossing his lips. Grinning, Gideon grasped Fallon’s forearm, the agreement made and sealed in that handshake.
“For the record I still think it’s an insane idea,” Fallon said grimly.
“Noted. Now to figure out how far to go back.”
“The day of the sentencing,” Fallon said quietly. “That way we don’t run the chance of changing too much and destroy everything.”
The color drained from Gideon’s face. It would mean Fallon would have to live through the horrors that followed that fateful day all over again.
“Are you sure?”
Fallon took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “No.”
“Do you think it will be far enough?”
“Only time will tell.”
Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes
This story came about from a Free Write that I used to do every Friday on the Kellie Elmore website that took off. She is thinking about bring back her FWF and I hope she does because it was a lot of fun. There is a lot more (an entire book actually) that I will let you what I decide to do with it, whether it is to publish it through Amazon or on here.
Have a great day! 🙂
Photo post by @Ramblings_Claury.
Source: The Ability To Love
Straight lines
point A to point B
Never deviating,
never detouring from your chosen path.
But what if you put a curve
in that path so straight and true?
Will you stumble and fall,
the world imploding around you?
Will you still be able to
breathe?
Black and white
Truth or lie
There is no other way,
no gray between the lines.
But what if we put some color
in your monochromic world?
Will you stumble and fall,
the world imploding around you?
Will you still be able to
breathe?
We live in a wonderfully diverse world.
To put blinders on
to all the different colors,
all the curves and angles around you,
is an empty
sad
place to live.
Open your eyes to all the possibilities
one step can make,
and dream an impossible dream
that just may come true
if only you let yourself
breathe.
Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes
Give me time
to unlock what has been
closed for so long.
Hidden behind a door
thick and impenetrable.
Emotions locked away
kept safe from
those who wish me harm.
Teach me to trust
with senses dulled from pain.
Show me love
in its truest form
and maybe then
my heart will open
once more.
© 2016 Heidi Barnes
This is a freewrite from the website Writing Outside the Lines. If you would like to see other submissions or try it out yourself go to this link. This week’s is a word bank and I love word banks. I never know what will come if it.
If you haven’t read my Obsession series this excerpt is could be considered a spoiler alert. The character Pete, one of my favorites, has been yelling to be heard over all the editing I need to be doing on Fated to Be, which is a completely different series. Very annoying. So I decided to give him a chance to speak. Then maybe he will leave me alone. Highly doubtful because he knows he is a favorite, even after everything I put him through, therefore takes every advantage he can to let me know he is still alive and well. Brat!
So without further ado, here is a short story from Pete’s point of view on a scene that was never in the books and he is has just recently decided to tell me. This particular one took place sometime in the third book Deceptions. I hope you enjoy it, and again…..
“Be with me, be my wife. Never leave me and the one you love will remained unharmed.” Those were the conditions, those were the bars around their gilded cage. A cage that was slowly suffocating them all.
Pete stood in the doorway unsure of what he should do. He could see the pain Kirsten was in, understood it better than most, but Alex was sitting a few feet away at his desk engrossed in some report with Brett. So comforting her the way she deserved, the way he craved, as if she were something precious, was out of the question. Not if he wanted to live.
It was not that Alex ignored her. Earlier he had noticed that something was upsetting her and asked multiple times if she was all right. Even took time out of his extremely busy schedule to have lunch with her on the beach where he made sure she had his undivided attention. But Pete knew the truth. No matter how much time Alex spent with Kirsten, or how much he told her he loved her, Kirsten would never love him in the same way. She did not even want to be here, trapped in a marriage that was not her choice on an island somewhere in the Pacific, basically selling her body to keep everyone she loves safe. Something Alex knew but refused to look at to closely, because if he did it would mean he had to admit he had become the monster they had all accused him of being.
If there was any chance of success, or survival, Pete would break Kristen out if her gilded cage and find somewhere they could live in peace. Where no one forced them to live a lie and maybe find some semblance of happiness. Unfortunately that was a dream that could never come true.
In the corporate world of money and power, Alex was at the top of the food chain. What he wanted he could have with a snap of his fingers. The Tremmel name had always been respected, even feared. With the exception of betrayal, which was dealt with quickly and violently, Alexei Tremmel had built on the respect his family held and was considered a fair even-keeled individual. Until Kirsten Tivon walked into his classroom. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he had broken every rule of conduct he had made for himself. The result was the nightmare they were all being forced to live.
No, the only escape for Kirsten, for any of them, was either Alex’s death, or her own. Something Pete would give his life to make sure never happened.
It was also why Kirsten had never tried to escape. She would never put any of their lives at risk to save her own Especially Jeremy, the one her heart truly belonged to. To say Pete never had a moment of jealousy for what Jeremy at times seemed to take for granted would have been a lie. Kirsten was everything Pete wanted in a woman. Smart, brave, funny, witty. The fact she was beautiful was lost on her. There were many times she had asked him what Alex saw in her. Born and raised on a farm, she was the farthest thing from type of women who inhabited Alex’s world of money and power. Yet Alex had yanked her out of her world and dragged her unwilling into his because he claimed to love her.
The tragedy of this love story was that both Jeremy and Alex were so caught up in the fight over who deserved Kirsten that they seldom saw what the constant tension was doing to her, or the baby.
Their was another chess piece in the game that wore on Pete’s fraying sanity. One he did not want to think about or he just may lose it and let Alex know exactly how he felt about him, about this mess they were in, and how he truly felt about Kirsten. The last thing Pete was was suicidal. Especially if it meant leaving Kirsten alone with those two idiots.
“Was there something you needed, Pete?” Alex asked.
Slowly blinking as he came back into the present, Pete tried to recall why he had come. “Uh….,” he floundered. When Alex raised an eyebrow, his eyes sliding to Emma who was now frowning at him, Pete knew he needed to get his shit together or it would get ugly really fast. “Sorry,” he smiled. “Too much on my mind with the new shipment. You wanted to know when Callahan and the new hire and that package you were waiting for arrived.”
The suspicious expression disappeared from Alex’s eyes. Even though he said he trusted his inner circle with Emma’s life, Alex’s jealousy was such that he still was distrustful of everyone around her. So much so that no one on the island would befriend her. Aside from the core group, and even they had to be watchful, Emma had no one in the island she could call friend.
Brett turned so Alex could not see his face and frowned disapprovingly at Pete before slipping his glare to Kirsten who had gone back to her reading. Everyone aside from Alex knew how Pete really felt about Kirsten, and spent most of their time covering anything Alex may walk in on that might be suspicious, like a hug that might last a little too long, or a disapproving outburst on Alex latest scheme to break Kirsten and Jeremy apart. But Brett was the only one who showed outright hostility when they were around each other. Pete was not exactly sure why, but he had his suspicions. It was another worry that Pete decided to ignore for now. They had rarely seen eye to eye on anything, so why would Kirsten be any different.
Refusing to give Brett the satisfaction of responding, which would piss him off even more- Bonus! – Pete kept his attention on Alex.
“Where is it?” Alex asked excitedly, rising from his seat.
“With the others,” Pete answered evasively knowing Alex wanted to surprise Kirsten. To be honest, Pete was excited to see Kirsten’s face when she saw what the package was too.
“I think we are done for the day,” Alex announced walking around his desk straight for Kirsten.
“But…the presentation!” Brett sputtered.
“It can wait,” Alex answered holding out his hand to Kirsten. Hesitantly she put her hand in his as she set aside her reading, her eyes wary as they started between Alex and Pete.
“What a are you up too?” she asked as Alex pulled her to her feet.
“You’ll see,” he grin mischievously.
Kirsten turned her attention to Pete, her expression questioning.
“Don’t look at me,” he quickly answered innocently putting his hands in the air as if surrendering. “I’m just the delivery boy.”
Kirsten snorted. “When it comes to mischief you are never innocent.”
“Where that may be true on most occasions,” he agreed stepping aside so they could pass then following, “this time I had nothing to do with it.”
“Alex!” Brett called in one last ditch effort to bring him back to the office.
“Later!” Alex called over his shoulder. “Right now I have more important things to do. Why don’t you and Pete take the new hires on a tour and give them their assignments.”
The disappointment that shot through Pete was painful. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow? It’s been a long day for all of us,” Pete suggested from where he stopped in the hallway.
“No, it can’t,” Alex snapped turning to frown disapprovingly at Pete who carefully schooled his features to neutral. “I leave in the morning and I want both of them to come with me. I also want to talk to…what is the young one’s name?” he asked looking at Brett who was standing in the doorway of the study still glowering.
“Robert,” he answered tersely.
“I want to talk to Robert before I leave.”
“What about?” Pete asked. Ever since that young eager boy stepped foot on the island Pete had a bad feeling about him. He was far younger and obviously vastly inexperienced than the usual hires Alex brought to the island. You had to earn the right to be allowed into Alex’s inner-domain. Callahan had many times over. Robert definitely had not.
Alex’s eyes narrowed on Pete. “Nothing that concerns you,” he snapped.
Another thing that had changed since they brought Kirsten to the island. Alex kept information, possible important information, from the inner circle, his closest friends. Yeah, no trust issues here.
Again Pete raised his hands in surrender. “Just asking a question,” he griped. “If I’m going to work with the little twerp then I thought it would be nice to know what the hell he was doing here.”
“Are you questioning my judgment?” Alex growled taking a menacing step towards Pete.
God he was tired of these mood swings. One minute happy and calm, the next ready to kill someone. One day Alex was going to snap and Kirsten would be right in the middle of it. Putting his hands down, Pete glared back. It was well known that Alex, even as good as he was, was no match for Pete in a fight. And even though one had been brewing for a long time, the only reason Pete stayed where he was was because Kirsten still had a firm grip on Alex’s hand holding him where he was. The last thing Pete would ever do was intentionally put Kirsten in harm’s way. Still, the question had been asked and Pete was going to answer it. Alex had to see at some point what his insanity was doing to all of them.
“Lately? Yes,” Pete answered angrily.
When Kirsten quietly said Alex’s name, sliding her hand up his arm as she moved to stand in front of him, speaking to him in soothing tones, Pete froze. It was not the safest place to be in the mood Alex was in, an obstacle between the wolf and it’s prey, yet time and time again it was the one place Kirsten seemed to be. As Alex’s features soften under Kirsten’s gentle touches and words, Pete wondered, not for the first time, why was it always Kirsten who risked her life to save theirs? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? After all, they were the reason she was here. Pete took a step forward, intending to pull Kirsten behind him and out of harm’s way.
“Don’t,” Brett hissed behind him.
Unfortunately the harsh warning to remember his place was not low enough and Alex heard. Stiffening, his eyes narrowed on Pete over Kirsten’s shoulder. Pete did not try to hide his anger when he heard Kirsten’s stifled whimper when Alex’s hands tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin.
“Pete!” Cody’s voice called sharply in the ensuing silence. Startled, Pete’s eyes shot behind Alex to the front door where Cody stood, slowly shaking his head in warning. “I need your help outside.” When Pete’s defiant eyes moved back to Alex who had pulled Kirsten firmly into his arms and was murmuring apologies in her ear, Cody snapped, “Now!”
Grinding his teeth, Pete brushed passed Alex and Kirsten, striding out the door with a sense of angry purpose that was not lost on anyone in the hallway. He was not happy about leaving Kirsten alone with Alex. Unfortunately, because of his lack of control on his feelings, he would now have to stay away from her until Alex cooled down. God only knew how long that would take and it would be torture not to be near her to see for himself she was safe.
“What the hell was that all about?” Cody snapped once he slammed the door shut and they were out of earshot.
“He was hurting her again,” Pete growled turning on Cody. “How long are we supposed to standby while he plays his little games of whose dick is bigger with Jeremy? Do you see what it’s doing to Kirsten? It’s killing her.”
“I’m not blind, Pete, and neither are the others. And you know running is out of the question,” Cody sighed. “He will just find us and then she would truly be alone because we would not survive that particular encounter.”
“So we just sit by and watch as she slowly fades away,” Pete snapped. “I can’t do that. Not after,” he stopped before he voiced a dark period that no one in their inner circle wanted to remember. Against his will, flashes of that horror filled day filled his mind making him visible pale. Pete was not an easy man to rattle, but that day…. It was the only reason Alex tolerated Pete’s protective outbursts. He had been helpless to save Kirsten on that day, he would be damned if he allowed her to be hurt like that again. By anyone. Including Alex.
A warm hand on his arm, steadying him, brought him back to the present where he was safe and he knew Kirsten was safe. Well as safe as they could be.
“Maybe you won’t have to,” Cody said after a moment, his voice carefully quiet. Saying these words outloud were tantamount to signing his death warrant, but it had it’s desired effect. Pete was suddenly calm and thinking clearly. Any ideas on how to escape the hell they were in he would listen too.
“What are you talking about?”
Looking around to see if anyone was watching, Cody motioned Pete to follow. “Come with me and I will tell you everything.”
Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes
If you want to know more about my series Obsession you can find them on Amazon.com in paperback and on the Kindle.
Have a wonderful weekend. 🙂
Do I look like you?
Possibly.
Do I think like you?
Maybe.
Do I believe like you?
Not always.
Do I bleed like you?
Most definitely.
We are different
you and I,
and yet we are the same.
Please don’t make me bleed
just because I am not you
and you are not me.
©2016 Heidi Barnes
I know I’ve talked about dreams before, but they always have interested me. Everyone dreams. Some remember them, some don’t. My husband always said he never dreamed, yet I hear him every once in a while talking in his sleep. That is what got me thinking about dreams again. This morning he was yelling out my name. Obviously a nightmare so I reached over and touched his arm to reassure him I was there. It took a moment, but he settled down and went back to sleep.
I have had good dreams and I have had a couple of doozies that still lives with me years later. I have a few that are reoccurring, the same dream that never changes until one day it does then they stop. One of those reoccurring dreams I have always enjoyed is the one where I fly. This one has changed over the years, but I hope that it never stops.
When I was young it always seemed hard to take flight, and when I did I was very close to the ground. This kind of worked because height has never really been my friend. If I have a railing in front of me or I’m enclosed in something, say a plane, I’m fine. It’s those cliff edges with nothing but air and a loooong drop that get me. I don’t understand those who can stand on the edge of a cliff with their toes hanging over it. It’s just insane! Some call it cowardness, I call it self-preservation! LOL
Back to my dream. In my mid-years I did not have the flying dream as much. When they started back up they weren’t as often, but there was one big difference. I was much higher in the air. Instead of soaring, I was sitting in a lawn chair with a long rope that reached down to the earth tethering me to it. As always my grandparent’s Oak tree was front and center. But instead of flying low across the green grass under the tree, never traveling farther than my grandparent’s propriety, I was high above it, and it wasn’t as fun as before. Yes the view was spectacular and I was very firmly and safely in that chair, but I knew if the rope broke I would continue floating up and up. There would be no coming back down and that terrified me. I was not ready to fly away. I still had so much to do.
I spent a lot of time thinking about what this meant. Then I remembered something I had realized when I was young and had just woken from a flying dream. I seemed refreshed and thought, maybe these dreams were my soul’s way of leaving the confines of my body and just be free to soar. So what did it mean now? Why was I no longer racing around near the ground, and what was the rope for? Answer? Well I know you will probably have your own interruptions because we all have our own ideas and opinions and that is what is wonderful about having free will, but I would like to share what I think.
I no longer race around because I am no longer young and filled with the abundance of energy we have in our youth. Now I sit in my chair and enjoy the peace and beauty around me. Below me my life stretches out like a suburb, each house a different story of my life. My grandparent’s Oak tree has always been my tether, keeping me grounded in family and youth, the roots of my life. Now that I am older I’m soaring closer to the heavens, the rope the only thing keeping me from soaring away. One day that rope will not be there or it will break. Hopefully on that day I will be ready and that peaceful feeling between the terror of that rope breaking will carry me on to the next adventure.
Now I know there are those of you out there that will think this is silly nonsense, and that is your prerogative. What I do know is, there is so much out there that we don’t know or think we understand yet really have no clue. Our dreams may be a window into that unknown. I know I have had a few that have seemed very real, and have come at a time when I really needed reassurance that everything will be okay from those that are no longer with us. So who is to say I am not right?
I have other dreams, some I wrote down that I might share. One in particular is a bit… disturbing, but there is also something very interesting about it too. We will see.
A little side note. My sister and I were the 5th generation to be raised on the land my parent’s own, which was right next door to my grandparents place. The oak tree has always been there, is still there, and had two swings and many fun memories of our childhood.
Have a wonderful week. 🙂
Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes
Waking up from her nightly sleep, in the hollow of her favorite tree, Suzy stretches and yawns. Looking out she gasps…oh my! The earth was covered with white fluffy stuff! Going to the entrance of her cubby hole in the tree she goes to fly out but slips on the slick surface and lands face first in the snow. Sitting up, Suzy sputters and wipes away the icy coldness. Wanting to share this wonderful new discovery with her favorite human, Suzy puts on her little green jacket, grabs her wand and heads out to see Heidi.
On her way there she notices some kids rolling up the snow into big balls, putting one on top of the other. Hmmm. Getting an idea, Suzi whips out her wand and with a flick of a wrist creates a snowman. But Suzi being Suzi decides one is not enough, so continuing to flick her wand she creates 2, then 3, then 4,… And before you know it she has created a small army of snowmen in the back yard of Heidi’s house.
Fluttering overhead Suzi examines her handy work. Needs something else… Tapping her chin, her face lights up as an idea hits her. Grappling her pixie dust she flies overhead and starts to spread the sparkly mixture over her snowmen, being careful not to drop the new bag Heidi gave her for Christmas. Now her snowmen could move!! So separating them in two teams she decides a snowball fight would be great fun. So with a well worded order hundreds of snowballs went flying through the air, back and forth, ever which way.
Crash!!
Uh oh broken glass! Looking over at Heidi’s bedroom window there appears to be a snowball sized hole. “Oh boy… And Heidi is still sleeping.” Fluttering over to the hole in the glass Suzi looking over at the bed and gulps. Splattered all over Heidi’s head is one of the runaway snowballs.
“Oh jeez.” fluttering through the large hole in the window Suzi flutters hesitantly over to Heidi but making sure she not within arms reach. “Um.. Good morning Heidi. Funny story about the snowball…” The noise from the snowball fight was getting really loud and Suzi found it necessary to yell in order to be heard. “Funny story about the snowmen as well” ok Heidi!! All you if you’d like to play!!
The sand is warm between my toes, a wonderful sensation after days of cold and wet the winter has dumped on us. Lying back in my lounge chair, I closed my eyes to soak up the suns warms rays. Just as I was about to drift off in heated bliss, a huge wave crashed thunderously over me, dousing me with ice cold water. As I sputtered and cough the thundering and crashing continued all around me.
“What the hell?”
Suddenly I realized that I was not on a white sand beach somewhere the sun beat down in heated wonder, but in my room, in my bed, soaking wet with what sounded like a war outside my bedroom window, which was broken, and something small and sparkling and yelling fluttering above me.
Suzie…
Narrowing my eyes at the pixie I asked a question I probably did not want the answer to. “Suzi? Why am I wet?”
“Well… There’s a snowball melting on your head.” Suzi giggled. Covering her mouth she said, “Sorry, but you look kinda funny”
Knowing I was going to regret asking, I sighed, “Why is there a snowball melting on my,” I wiped my face slowly with my hand, “head?” The noise outside grew louder. I frowned at the broken window. “And what is all that racket?”
Climbing out of bed, I slipped and slid over to the window to see hundreds of snowmen having a snowball fight. Ducking I barely missed being hit by another snowball. “Oh dear lord.”
The noise level was going up to deafening levels so Suzy gestured one minute and took her wand out. Intending to get a rid of the snowmen as quickly as possible she waved her wand, letting out a stream of green light. Only problem was it was the wrong color light for what she needed. And instead of melting the snowmen she inadvertently created one big giant snowball.. And it was heading right for them at ever increasing speed!
“Aww shoot! Take cover!” Suzi yelled and tried to duck under the bed but not in time. The massive snowball crashed through the wall taking Suzy with it. Around and round she rolled. “Help…help!”
Looking up from where I had dove for cover, I followed the carnage the gigantic snowball had left behind to see it rolling away with Suzi trapped in it’s icy grip. As dangerous as the situation was, I had to stifle a laugh as every with every rotation Suzi would appear, plastered spread eagle in the snow yelling “Help!” then just as suddenly disappear.
After the huge snowball crashed thru the far wall it came to an abrupt halt against the large tree that seems to put a stop to several of Suzi’s mishaps.
Quickly and carefully climbing over the wreckage, I stopped in front of the pixie who was still stuck fast in the snow. “Are you all right?” I reached down and pried her out, setting her on her feet, trying to not smile as she tried to catch her bearings.
Looking up at Heidi Suzi shook the snow off her wings. “Thank you,” she whispered. Looking back at the house a day the damage she once again accidentally caused. “Sorry for the mess.. I’ll get to fixing it right away.”
“I’ll help. While it isn’t exactly the best way to wake up in the morning, it was to say the least…entertaining,” I chuckled.
The End!!
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Another Suzie the Pixie escapade. Like all of Suzie’s stories, what happens is not rehearsed and the only editing I do when I post it here is some formatting and maybe a few spelling errors that get past me and Suz. It is all done on Twitter and is spontaneous. So we can’t really say when the next excerpt will happen. Follow us at either @HeidiBarnes11 or @wlhealer7 to find out. You can also follow Suz here on WordPress at Suzanne Carey.
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