Fiction Friday ~ Guest Post

This is a poem from a poetry project for school. I have reproduced it as is, font and all, with her permission.




Art
By: Tristin Hunter

Everyone’s definition of art is different,
But every single one is brilliant.

Someone’s definition may be cheerful,
While another’s may be full of dismal.

No one knows the true meaning,
But we can keep searching as long as we’re breathing.

Though we already have it in our lives,
Floating around like a tree’s leaves.

The definition of art is in itself,
And in every place it does excel.

Fiction Friday ~ Guest Post

This is a poem from a poetry project for school. I have reproduced it as is, font and all, with her permission.




Mother
By: Tristin Hunter

The old house quietly creaks,
And the cats are ever so meek.
I step onto the old wooden boards,
And I hear the piano strike a single chord.
The melody grows stronger,
As the beautiful notes grow longer.
They become faster and faster,
And then I see the piano’s master.
She is sitting in front of the white and black,
Using the musical talent she does not lack.
I sit listening in a velvet chair,
In a room I once called the “lair”.
As she plays, I’m reminded of my childhood here,
Living so close to the pier.
And when the music finally stops,
Up onto my feet, I hop.
To greet the woman I love ever so dearly,
The one I come to see more than just yearly.
The woman who raised me through good and bad,
The woman who comforted me when I was ever so sad.
The woman who taught me all I know,
Even about the rain and snow.
This woman can never be replaced by any other,
My dear mother.

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Fiction Friday ~ Guest Post

This is a poem from a poetry project for school. I have reproduced it as is, font and all, with her permission.


A Fey's Catch
by Tristin Hunter

A Fey’s catch
Is a deadly one.
A deadly one, indeed.

They hunted her,
So fast, they were merely a blur.
They bound her tight,
Before first light.

They left that creature,
With the girl’s features.
Her parents’ thinking nothing unusual,
The child gaining their approval.

A Fey’s catch
Is a deadly one.
A deadly one, indeed.

The fey took her to their home,
Where she was left to forever roam.
She lived and grew there,
In the cold Winter Court air.

She never thought to escape,
Always drinking their wine and eating fox grapes.
She never learned of the world outside of that place,
So she was never prone to venture out of her space.

A Fey’s catch
Is a deadly one.
A deadly one indeed.

One day a half-breed came by,
Who was ever so sly.
She told stories of the human world,
And memories in the girl’s mind began to unfurl.

She knew what was real now,
Even if she didn’t know how.
She had to get away,
Away from these evil fey.

A Fey’s catch
Is a deadly one.
A deadly one indeed.

So she ran and ran,
With only one plan:
Get away from these things,
These nasty creatures with wings.

The Unseelie queen was very unhappy,
She ordered the fey to bring her back and make it snappy.
They never caught her though,
Because she had reached her world, where the iron grows.

A Fey’s catch
Is a deadly catch.
A deadly catch indeed.

She found her mother,
She found her father.
She expelled the creature that had been taking her place,
The one with unusual grace.

It wouldn’t give without a fight,
And it lunged at her ready for a bite.
But with all the girl’s time using that creature’s space,
And she had learned their pace.

A Fey’s catch
Is a deadly catch.
A deadly catch indeed.

She dodged and fought,
And in the end, got the victory she sought.
Her parents’ welcomed her back,
And trust in who she was, they did not lack.

From then on out,
She lived without doubt.
That this was where she was meant to be,
And she lived a life filled with glee.

A Resurrection

Coming soon...


To this very blog...


A resurrection...


Or return if you like...


A remembrance of this particular blog's glory days...


Regular scheduled programming of a sort...


In short...


Fiction Fridays are coming back!


The first few will be guest posts by my brilliant, yet scatterbrained daughter. She wrote some poetry for a school project that just blew me away. And some of this stuff she just whipped up at the last minute! Ah to be young and full of potential...


So check back Fridays, I'm going to set it to post the next couple today so I don't forget. :)

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I typed out a long post, but then I realized it was an incoherent rant over how awful my kids have been lately so I deleted it. They have been awful lately, but not the whole time. And I really don't know what to do about it, but just typing it out seemed to help, so I'm good now.

Something is bothering my seven year old. Maybe she's suffering deep buried separation issues. Or maybe she just hasn't had enough sleep. Seriously, I'm that unsure of what the problem is. LoL. I've been raising my voice too much with them again. I hate when I do that, and I work on it. But at some point in the madness I lose it. I'm human. Sue me. I am like so many others. A victim of our childhood. Don't get me wrong I'm not using it as an excuse, just an explanation.

I didn't have a horrible childhood, and my mother did fairly well. I just really did not get a clear idea of what proper child rearing is. I was with my mom until I was 13 and she was probably over-indulgent. Tired single moms let more go because they aren't there often. Then as a teen with my dad and step bitch mom, I was punished for every little thing and not allowed to do much when I wasn't. I pretty much missed the fun part of high school. Opposite extremes, and no idea what the middle ground should be.

But I do my best, I read "the experts". I ask other moms, etc. And most of the time I do well. But there's always those days when I feel like I have turned into Joy on My Name is Earl. (If you have not seen that show, go for it. Hilariously trashy funny. And I can imitate Joy's accent pretty well!) But in real life it's not funny, it's tacky. And I really don't like it.

*sigh*

So I keep working on it, and maybe my kids will be better than me at it, and theirs better than them. And so on, and so forth. Nobody is perfect, right? I do what I tell my kids to do. I try my best.

But I don't feel 39!

Today is my birthday. I am 39. It just doesn't seem possible! I don't feel that old.



My mom took us out to dinner for my birthday Sunday night. This is a new tradition we started with Tristin's birthday last September. Since it's too damn expensive to eat out anymore, we only go on birthdays.

I picked Applebees and had one of their 550 calorie meals. It was really good. Just smaller portions.


I had the bottom one, sirloin with garlic herb shrimp.
























Tristin and I split one of their molten lava fudge cakes with ice cream. It was delish! Brianna had a chocolate sundae.

Tristin's friend sent three cupcakes home with her this weekend. So they fixed one up for me last night:








Yummy!