Suzi’s Birthday Present

I have a wonderful friend on Twitter that I love to have fun with when it comes to writing. Over the years, we have come up with a couple of characters that every once in a while peek their heads onto Twitter and take over our threads.

Mine comes from a character that I created in a Free Write Friday I used to do on Kellie Elmore’s website. She is a witch that lives in the forest by herself, which she likes it that way. Although she does not look a day over thirty, she is very old and is neither good or evil. Because she has been betrayed in the worst of ways, their are very few that she has let into her life or she trusts. Suzanne’s character is a pixie by the name of Suzi. Suzi always means well, but her magic is, shall we say, a little…unpredictable. Even so, Suzi has managed to worm her way into my character’s heart, even if at times the pixie exasperates her to no end.

What started out as Suzi waking me up early in the morning with exuberance and being very loud (I am NOT a morning person either in story or real life) has grown into a friendship and an actual story, which we should get back to writing someday.

So, it was my birthday last weekend and Suzi paid me a little visit. I have copied and pasted the entire thread onto here. Due to Twitter’s 140 character rule, I have edited a few words that were shortened and fixed the punctuation and format. Otherwise everything is the same as it was on Twitter.

So, enough from me. Here is Suzi’s Birthday Present


Suzi flutters into the living room with a small box in her hand. She quietly places it on the floor. Pursing her lips as she looks around, she decides she’ll need more room. Removing her wand, she gently sweeps all the furniture against the wall.

“Hmmm,” she says with a big smile. “That should do it.” Walking back to the small box she reaches in her pocket for her bag of pixie dust. “Now let me think. Is it one pinch or two?” She reaches in to take some out and the bag drops out of her hand and emptied out all over the box. “Oh my!” she exclaims and slowly flutters back woods as the box starts growing in size. In no time at all the box fills the entire room and Suzi is very close to being squished into the window. Just barely making it out in time, she flutters outside the house as the living room starts to groan and stretch from the pressure of the growing box.

“Oooooh no!! It gonna blow!!!” She exclaims in horror. “Take cover!” she yells as she ducks behind the nearest tree.

Just as thinks could not get any worse the house explodes! There left standing is a ginormous white box with a big red ribbon wrapped around it with a card that reads, “Happy birthday Heidi!”

“Oh jeez!” she sighs. “I don’t suppose she’ll want to open the box now. There was a pretty pink balloon I decorated by hand in there,” Suzi thought to herself. “I wonder how many there are now?”


Returning from the market, I slow to a stop, my mouth open, eyes wide as I survey the scene before me. There is a gigantic white box with a pink bow sitting among what is left of my living room, which is in shards around the meadow. Even the trees, who groan in n protest as sap weeps down their bark, have pieces of living room sticking out like small daggers. Somewhere, probably under the box, is my furniture….

Closing my eyes and counting to twenty, I take a deep breath, let it out slowly then opened them. “Suzi? Why is there a laarrgge box on my house?”

“Umm… Birthday present?” she relays sheepishly. “Wanna open it?”

“Sure…!” Praying for patience and the luck of the Irish, and every other charm that brings luck, I step towards the box and reach for the bow, gently tugging on it. It won’t budge.

“Here!” Suzi exclaims. “Let me help!!” Giving the ribbon a hard tug the lid flies open and thousands of pink hand decorated balloons come flying out!!

Gasping in awe, we watch them as most of them float up into the heavens, some staying near the ground so I can enjoy them.

“Thank you Suzi! They are beautiful!” I reach down to pick one up and examine it, loving the detail. “You really should be an artist.”

“Ummm, Heidi, you might want to put that down.” Suzi says looking up into the sky. As each balloon pops, fireworks explode.

My body freezes, the only things that work are my fingers, which let go of the balloon. Coming to my senses, I step away from the balloon before it explodes. Raising my unblinking eyes upwards, I watch the fireworks, careful to wave away any balloon that float my way.

“Very lovely,” I say my voice slightly strained. “Um, Suzi?

“Yes Heidi?”

“Be a dear and put my house back together exactly the way it was then heal the trees. I’ll start dinner. I got your favorite.” 🙂

“Yes Heidi. Oh.. And Heidi? Happy birthday!!

“Thank you, dear.” 😀

Hugs my friend!!


© 2015 Heidi Barnes & Suzanne Carey

Words Released

I fade away
into darkness’s light.
My words are gone
to where I know naught.
I try to find
what my mind seeks
unable to say
unable to speak.
The words are there
though faded they be.
When will my mind clear?
When will the words be released?

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

Again, Why?


Driving rain
beating down on me.
Yet here I sit.
Why am I here?
Why didn’t I go where
it is warm and dry?
Looking up the rain stings,
little needles in my eyes.
It does not deter me.
I want warmth!
Spreading my wings
I launch into the air,
seeking that which I desire.
I know it is here.
Just a little further I will…
* * *
When I wake I am disoriented.
Wasn’t I just flying?
Looking around I see….
How did I get here
with the dirt and leaves?
Carefully I wobble to my feet.
As the world clears
so does understanding.
A tree looms before me.
High above
feathers still cling,
strangely in the shape of
Shaking what feathers are left
into place,
I realize the rain has stopped,
I am warm and dry.
Mission accomplished,
yet in retrospect
the sting of the rain
may not have been so bad
compared to the sudden stop
and drop
of a tree.

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

The picture is a prompt on Kellie Elmore’s Website from January 10, 2013 for her FWF (Free Write Fridays). I had missed this one and saw the picture on the bottom of last weeks prompt. It spoke to me so I decided to give it a try. I have been late before, but never this late!! LOL Go take a look at the other entries. There are some very talented writers and poets taking part in this fun exercise.

Breathe In

Image: We Heart It
Image: We Heart It

When words stutter,
and sputter.
When thought scatters
to the wind.
When frustration blocks
the flow of creation,
time to sit back
take a moment
and breathe in.

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

A Story Unfinished…. ~ Part 3

Treason they yell,


Questions asked,

answers demanded.

None will be given

for the accused have fled.

To where impossible to know.

Space is vast,


It will not give up its secrets easily.

Safe they will remain

while injuries heal.

Forgiveness given,

bond shared strengthen

with touch and promises mete.

Hunted by all,

two sides united in one cause.

Find those who betrayed

trust and law.

Yet one thing remains

the power that be

in their relentless single-mindedness

will never understand,

what war rips asunder

love can heal jagged edges,

uniting that what was once broken.

So run they must,

hidden in the stars,


quietly working to end

senseless waste.

Until reason is seen

and hostility ceases.

And so they begin….

A Story Unfinished…..

She felt his presence

like a cold wind across her skin.

Shivers of fear

herald pain and blood.

Escape impossible while terror froze,

a fact he knew well

and used.

From different sides

hatred strong,

yet when met eyes hearts soften.

The cost too high

she vows not to break.

Lips trembling, tears forming

eyes close she waits….

Beauty personified,

strong, proud.

He does not want to hurt her,

but the choice is not his.

This world is harsh


Only the strongest survive,

yet even they can be broken.

Information they seek,

he must obtain.

Any means necessary is not new

his job he must do

even while hearts are torn.

Love cannot save them

from war unforgiving.

With dread consuming

the door clicks shut

and he waits…..

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes