tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63359249326665984672024-03-13T04:34:52.800-07:00~MoonKissed Romantica: Illuminating Musings~To inspire, intrigue, illuminate, enlighten, enchant, stimulate, surprise, slip into your dreams, delight, awe, arouse, and awaken you!Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-1464702702915382402012-02-09T14:42:00.000-08:002012-02-09T14:50:12.741-08:00Flash Fiction Friday #13 - Still Here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sorry I didn't post last week. My life has been full of medical tests, doctors, and exhaustion. It's been an eventful week and we think we found at least one reason for how I've been feeling. The test will be to see if the medication works on controlling my symptoms. My thanks to those who have been sending me positive thoughts, healing energy, and love. I'm so appreciative!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>I wasn't sure I'd even be up to writing a flash for this week's prompt. However, the picture reminded me of my life lately and of a real incident that occurred recently. I knew I had to participate. </b></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">He lay her gently on the bed. “What do I do now? Call 9-1-1?” He knew she had a history of fainting episodes, but never witnessed one until today. One minute she'd been hugging him goodbye, the next he heard a thud - out cold on the floor, face ghost-white. “Baby?”</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Glazed eyes opened.“It's okay. Remember I told you about this?”</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I know. Yes, yes you did. But what can I do?” He felt helpless. “Want a snack and drink?”</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm sorry I neglected to put up a little background on <a href="http://moonkissedromantica.blogspot.com/2012/01/flash-fiction-friday-12-trust.html" style="color: blue;">Selkies</a> on my previous Flash Fiction. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'll also add that the lore can be found in Ireland, Scotland, Iceland, and other islands nearby. It is said to have originated in Scotland: Orkney and Shetland Isles. The word "selkie" means seal in the dialect of the Orkney Isles. Nowadays, they are often lumped together with Fairy races.</span><br />
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Selkie-men were notorious for seducing women (unwed and wed) and luring them into the sea to live with them. This was a common (and handy) explanation for when a village girl went missing.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></span>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-21839076105260034042012-01-26T17:53:00.000-08:002012-01-26T18:43:06.392-08:00Flash Fiction Friday #12 - Trust<div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Woohoo! It's my 12th Flash Fiction Friday with the <a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/">Flashers</a> writing group!!! The group is growing and it's awesome. </b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
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</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Ah, you're awake.” Lifting the hide, she surveyed the naked man before her, reaching out. His body shuddered at her touch, hardness stirring to life. Gia licked her lip, trailing her fingers down the slope of his sleek back. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">“This what you want?” she taunted.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I trusted you,” his lilting voice accused.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-65931897952581433432012-01-23T07:16:00.000-08:002012-01-23T09:38:57.209-08:00Fae Songs<span style="font-size: large;">In honor of my latest <a href="http://moonkissedromantica.blogspot.com/2012/01/flash-fiction-friday-11-welcome.html">Flash Fiction - Welcome</a> - I'd like to share some faery-inspirations with you in the next few posts: music, lyrics, words, and some of my poetry. You decide what faces Sage when she is spirited away Behind the Veil. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It only seems appropriate to start with one of my favorites, "The Fairy Ring." Gary Stadler's faery music has fueled my imagination and nourished my muses since I was a teenager. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="height: 300px; overflow: auto;">Twas a longing came into my heart<br />
I could not sense a name<br />
It tore me from my sheltered hearth<br />
Then swift to nature came<br />
The beauty of the soft green hills<br />
The singing of the trees<br />
They left my soul more empty still<br />
I could not find a peace<br />
I could not find a peace<br />
I saw the shining fairy ring<br />
Myself within its heart<br />
And I found a lonely comfort<br />
Though its magic touched me not<br />
Its magic touched me not<br />
I wandered by a running stream<br />
And touched its stones for strength<br />
Then I sat underneath a great old tree<br />
Then drifted into sleep<br />
It lifted me with gentle powers<br />
And took me far away<br />
When I awoke the darkest night<br />
Had chased away the day<br />
I lay within a fairy ring<br />
Myself within its heart<br />
And I found a lonely comfort<br />
Yet the magic touched me not<br />
The magic touched me not<br />
My mind a whirl of clouded dreams<br />
I knew not where I dwelled<br />
Yet in that shining fairy ring<br />
A calming word I felt<br />
Oh thrice I called unto the Fey<br />
And thrice about this turned<br />
I fell upon living earth<br />
And in that moment learned<br />
For there that night I felt a touch<br />
And in that moment knew<br />
The fairy magic had rebuilt<br />
My hearts desire true<br />
For in that touch I felt such love<br />
And in that moment knew<br />
That I did touch a perfect love<br />
My heart's desire true<br />
My heart's desire true<br />
I lay within a fairy ring<br />
Myself within its heart<br />
And I found a loving comfort there<br />
The love that I had sought<br />
The love that I had sought<br />
My words at once are stilled within<br />
My heart has felt so much<br />
I oft returned to the magic ring<br />
To feel the fairy touch<br />
Oh now when 'ere the moon is full<br />
I bid my cares depart<br />
And kneel within the shining ring<br />
To touch the fairies heart<br />
To touch the fairies heart<br />
To touch the fairies heart<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dancing a spiral we sing unaware<br />
On faery night wings our songs fill the air<br />
Making a circle of magic and light<br />
Watched silently by the fay of the night<br />
<br />
Our hearts full of love and our arms open wide<br />
We hold the key to the faeries delight<br />
Song in our hearts belong in the air<br />
The words of our wisdom we bring forth to share<br />
<br />
The songs in the night<br />
As we dance 'round the flame<br />
The Fairy Nightsongs are never the same<br />
The words from our lips as we sing for the night<br />
Impart to the Fay our hearts truest sight<br />
<br />
Sounds of the forest in sweet harmony<br />
We give the gift of our song to the faery<br />
Dancing a spiral we sing unaware<br />
The faery night wings our song fill the air<br />
<br />
The songs in the night<br />
As we dance 'round the flame<br />
The Fairy Nightsongs are never the same<br />
The words from our lips as we sing for the night<br />
Impart to the Fay our hearts truest sight<br />
<br />
Ahh.....<br />
<br />
Dancing a spiral we sing unaware<br />
On faery night wings our songs fill the air<br />
Making a circle of magic and light<br />
Watched silently by the fay of the night<br />
<br />
The songs in the night<br />
As we dance 'round the flame<br />
The Fairy Nightsongs are never the same<br />
The words from our lips as we sing for the night<br />
Impart to the Fay our hearts truest sight<br />
<br />
Our hearts full of love and our arms open wide<br />
We hold the key to the faeries delight<br />
Song in our hearts belong in the air<br />
The words of our wisdom we bring forth to share<br />
<br />
The songs in the night<br />
As we dance 'round the flame<br />
The Fairy Nightsongs are never the same<br />
The words from our lips as we sing for the night<br />
Impart to the Fay our hearts truest sight<br />
<br />
Sounds of the forest in sweet harmony<br />
We give the gift of our song to the faery<br />
Dancing a spiral we sing unaware<br />
The faery night wings our song fill the air.</div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~<br />
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</div>Or perhaps Sage is returning Home and being welcomed by her Kin... Or could Elphame/Land of Faerie be the origin of her soul and have her recent recurring dreams unlocked Past Life memories of times gone by...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've searched the mountains<br />
forest and sea<br />
seeking the homeland<br />
of my memories<br />
<br />
Haunted by visions<br />
Longing like the sea<br />
time passes by me<br />
and still I am not free<br />
<br />
Lift the veil of Elphame<br />
Let me see the light<br />
Lift the veil of the Faerie<br />
guide me home tonight.<br />
<br />
How can I soar alone<br />
when my wings are at rest?<br />
I yearn to be there<br />
In the land of the blss'd<br />
<br />
So light me a candle<br />
watch the dark shadows fade<br />
And I must journey on<br />
For the choice I have made<br />
<br />
Lift the veil of Elphame<br />
let me see the Light<br />
Lift the veil of the Faerie<br />
Take me home tonight<br />
<br />
My lone heart guides me<br />
brings me home through the night<br />
Carries me onward<br />
And into the light<br />
<br />
To wander the shadows<br />
to see the truth from afar<br />
to sigh in the moonlight<br />
dancing magic of stars<br />
<br />
Lift the Veil of Elphame<br />
let me see the light<br />
lift the veil of faerie<br />
guide me home tonight </div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~ </div><br />
Will Sage fall under the spell of Faerie and be haunted by the "Wild Faeries Dance" (Gary Stadler and Wendy Rule)?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> "Garden of Dreams"<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~</div>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-8705617238594456502012-01-23T06:47:00.000-08:002012-01-23T06:57:24.035-08:00~Fade With Me~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/399776_230647097016687_100002141959221_514476_763571643_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/399776_230647097016687_100002141959221_514476_763571643_n.jpg" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Image: "The Snow Queen" By: <a href="http://www.daviddelamare.com/">David Delamare </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>~Fade With Me~</b><br />
By: LEA/FM<br />
© 2000</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
like moonbeams</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
dancing across</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
the pristine snow</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
like stars in the</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
blanket of midnight</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
we'll know</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
we'll fly on wings</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
of lover's dreams</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
our hearts afire</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
flaming with desire</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
like children</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
as they play</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
we'll be free</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
in every way</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
symphonies</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
of birds will sing</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
and whispers</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
of the trees</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
waltzing</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
in the breeze</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
dizzying love</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
arms wide open</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
gaze up above</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
come dance</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
with me</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
come fade away</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
and lose yourself</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
in my touch</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
~~~~</span> </div><br />
<b>Not writing lately has given me the chance to take a poet's meandering walk through words written of yesteryear.</b>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-55833450910529957792012-01-23T06:35:00.000-08:002012-01-23T06:56:57.375-08:00~Snowful Wish~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/405944_230653417016055_100002141959221_514478_1501481063_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/405944_230653417016055_100002141959221_514478_1501481063_n.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Image: "Winter Fairy" by:<a href="http://cocodrillo.deviantart.com/%20" rel="nofollow nofollow" target=""> Cocodrillo</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">© 2000</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The soft glow of the moon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">shimmers down with</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">large white flakes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like diamonds mixed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with white lace</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A picture-esque,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">winter-wonderland scene</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">if only I could</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">hold onto this dream</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">my mind and imagination</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">frolick and play</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">making angels and</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">snowmen and riding</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">on a sleigh</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">while my body holds</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">me captive and my</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">pain keeps me inside</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">my brain is confuzzled</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">thoughts caught in a fog</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I silently cry</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A mug of hot cocoa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">topped with whipped-cream</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the fire blazing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and a book in hand</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">my gaze wanders to</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the crystallized</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">icicle-laden window</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I smile at the children</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">as they fight in the snow</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I yearn to join in their fun</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">but after all I remember</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">what happened last time</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I dearly paid</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">for that one day in the</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">snow that I played</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Now content as I can be</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I sit with my book on my lap</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">pen in hand, writing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">this Snowful Wish. </span><br />
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<b>This was written during a typical winter for me. I remind myself that just getting outside and making a snow angel with wee pixie this weekend is more than I'd been able to do in years past. I should look at that and not look at the running, jumping, sledding, and playing I did in the snow with my grown siblings when we were snowbound last year during the Holidays. And the inspiration such moments ignite.</b>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-16746787283909433902012-01-22T12:11:00.000-08:002012-01-23T06:57:11.327-08:00Update and ~Frail Dreams~<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm sorry my blog has been lacking lately. With the exception of the Flash Fiction Fridays (thank goodness for those), I have been unable to write much. I most likely won't be entering this year's Valentine's Day contest, unless I can stop this merry-go-round I have been on for the past few months.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">I have been having some health issues which have impeded my focus and concentration. As many who follow me on social media or read my stories might know, I have <a href="http://fmaware.org/site/PageServerded3.html?pagename=fibromyalgia" style="color: blue;">Fibromyalgia</a> and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (which stemmed from Lyme Disease as a preteen). I was in a three-year remission brought on by the pregnancy of my little one, but have since had a major relapse. I feel like a newbie to it again and it's not sitting well with me!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The debilitating symptoms of dizziness, vertigo, heart palpitations, and nausea have the doctors puzzled. Every diagnostic test has been negative, and there have been a slew of them; EKG, MRI, Holter Monitor, lab work, VNG, positional vertigo maneuvers. I am waiting to hear the results of a brain/brain stem/inner ear MRI and inner ear/balance test: VNG -- tomorrow. My intuition tells me that the dental infection/issues and root canal I had a few months ago not only flared up the Fibromyalgia, but also disrupted something in my inner ear. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">So tomorrow I'll find out. I don't want them to tell me I have something even more complicated, but chances are they are going to give me the non-answer of, "It's the fibromyalgia." That's not a helpful answer because there isn't much to be done. My doctor did refer me to a local Fibromyalgia Clinic which might offer me some help. In a couple of weeks I will have a four-hour assessment and they will tailor a treatment (non-medical) plan to help me readjust my life again and manage the symptoms better.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">With that said, I think I'll share some of my Fibro poetry from the past. Please keep in mind these were written by a hurting teenager/college student. I'll begin with one of longing for a gentle touch, an understanding ear, and hope. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>~Frail Dreams~</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">By: LEA/FM</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="st">© 2000</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">Although we are the <br />
frail maidens of the world <br />
we may seem fragile <br />
and like porcelain dolls <br />
who lack the sunshine <br />
and sparkle in our eyes <br />
the damsels in distress <br />
we may need to be tended to <br />
and loved and cared for more <br />
than the average damsel <br />
we need your time and your <br />
hearts and your ears and <br />
tender touches, just like <br />
the others ladies of the land <br />
we need secure embraces <br />
and reassuring words <br />
we seek your valor <br />
chivalry and hero-like <br />
intentions, but we know <br />
that you can not slay <br />
our dragons or tame <br />
the beasts that haunt us <br />
and yet our eyes shimmer <br />
with silent tears <br />
our arms yearn <br />
and our souls <br />
call out to your own <br />
Knights and princes <br />
look past the frailness <br />
look past the paleness <br />
look past the lack-luster eyes <br />
reach past our everyday pain <br />
chisel gently and patiently away <br />
at the walls that protect us <br />
and see into our hearts <br />
see the strength that <br />
even we don't realize <br />
we carry inside <br />
hold our dreams within <br />
your hands <br />
and realize the <br />
woman longing <br />
to be free <br />
of her chains. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Sometimes you can't <br />
hold us within your arms <br />
but forever hold us <br />
within your hearts. <br />
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</div>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-14611231927551102732012-01-19T17:15:00.000-08:002012-01-20T10:26:55.669-08:00Flash Fiction Friday #11 - Welcome<div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Woohoo! It's my 11th Flash Fiction Friday with the <a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/">Flashers</a> writing group!!! The group is growing and it's awesome. </b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sage walked through the woods to clear her head. Rounding the clearing, she saw the ring of translucent toadstools shimmering in moonlight. Focusing on the center, she sought out the tiny gathering from the night before, but no winged beings danced. As Sage bent for a closer look, she was knocked off balance by a strong arm that wrapped around her waist pulling her against the hardness of a warm body. Opening her mouth to scream, a hand covered her mouth, shoving her into the ring.</b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>“Welcome,”chimed a voice that sent energy rippling through her body, heating her core.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">~~~</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">You can find the other participating fabulous writers of Flash Fiction Friday and show them some love here: </span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_938526456"> </a>All Flavors and Styles:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span><br />
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<a href="http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/">Sherri Hayes</a></div><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-26752435331481069252012-01-12T17:39:00.000-08:002012-01-13T07:57:50.817-08:00Flash Fiction Friday #10 - Winner<div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Woohoo! It's my 10th Flash Fiction Friday with the <a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/">Flashers</a> writing group!!! The group is growing and it's awesome. Do I have have a treat for you this week! </span></b></div><div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">This Flash Fiction is a continuation of a previous one. Returning are the two sexy, confident, strong women: Saskia and Ashlea from <a href="http://moonkissedromantica.blogspot.com/2011/12/flash-fiction-friday-8-prize.html">FFF 8 - Prize</a>. Give "Prize" a read, then take a seat, peek into the window, and watch what happens after the arm wrestling match. Enjoy this naughty bit of fun! ;) And please feel free to comment. Thanks!</span></b> </div><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“And I told you, winner fucks me.” Saskia grinned. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I fuck you anyway, babe,” Ash reminded.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“You mean <i>I</i> fuck you. Remember that. How's it feel to be in control for once, Ash?”</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I could get used to it,” Ashlea tilted Sass' head back, ravishing her mouth as she slid narrow fingers into her girlfriend's pussy. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sass cupped Ash's ass, caressing the smooth, dark-chocolate skin. “In your dreams, lover,” nails biting, she flipped a surprised Ash onto her back...</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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</div>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-36879170486286936912012-01-05T17:52:00.000-08:002012-01-06T07:22:08.680-08:00Flash Fiction Friday #9 - Show Off<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;">Woohoo! It's my ninth Flash Fiction Friday with the </span><a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;">Flashers</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"> writing group. The group is growing and it's awesome. Enjoy this naughty bit of fun this week! ;) And please feel free to comment. Thanks!</span></span></b> <b><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/384635_187536288006579_100002506280778_387665_444232275_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/384635_187536288006579_100002506280778_387665_444232275_n.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,Times New Roman,serif;"> <b>Show Off</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,Times New Roman,serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,Times New Roman,serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Karla posed shyly with her hands on her hips. She couldn't believe she'd let Sam talk her into this. He'd said she needed to be reminded how sexy she was. She needed to become reacquainted with this new body but wasn't sure this was the way. She felt fat, undesirable, like her body had been taken over. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Don't be shy, love. Let's lose the black, go for something white, sheer.” </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">She balked at him, gently caressing her abdomen.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Show off that gorgeous baby bump.”</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Karla slid off the dress. Nude, she smiled at the flutter of life inside.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/2012/01/flash-fiction-friday-11.html">Havan Fellows</a> </span></b> </div>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-68923891463347877212011-12-29T17:35:00.000-08:002011-12-29T18:00:07.218-08:00Flash Fiction Friday #8 - Prize<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;">Woohoo! It's my eighth Flash Fiction Friday with the </span><a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;">Flashers</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"> writing group. The group is growing and it's awesome. Enjoy this naughty bit of fun this week! ;) And please feel free to comment. Thanks!</span></span> <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ash watched Saskia saunter over to the table. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I get so wet when you toy...” Ash said between Saskia's thighs.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Less talking, Ashlea,” Saskia quipped, moaning as her girlfriend drove her over the edge... </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">I hope you enjoyed reading my little tale of holiday romance. And please remember that although this can be a difficult time of year, missing those who are no longer with us, they are always near if we just listen and pay attention to the signs of love they have to share with us. If you need help listening, please take a look at an essay I wrote last year from personal experience and from the experience of the people who have come to me for healing and comfort.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"> <a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/holiday-love-healing-and-energy"><span style="color: blue;">Holiday Love, Healing, and Energy</span></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="color: blue;">~~~~ </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Bonni Sansom: <a href="http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Lee Brazil: <a href="http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Sherri Hayes: <a href="http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/</a><br />
ER Pierce <a href="http://www.erpierce.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://www.erpierce.com</a><br />
Yvonne Nicolas <a href="http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/</a><br />
Eden Connor: <a href="http://edenconnorwrites.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://edenconnorwrites.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Benjamin Russell: <a href="http://www.incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://www.incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/</a><br />
AuroraRose Andromeda: <a href="http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com</a><br />
Sara York:<span style="color: blue;"> </span><a href="http://sarayork.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://sarayork.blogspot.com</a><br />
Cyril J. Michael:<span style="color: blue;"> </span><a href="http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Venus Cahill: <a href="http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Havan Fellows: <span style="color: blue;"> </span><a href="http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Naomi Shaw: <a href="http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Gemma Parkes: <a href="http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Cassandre Dayne: <a href="http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/</a><br />
Katie Harper <a href="http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Luna Ella Aldora: <a href="http://moonkissedromantica.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://moonkissedromantica.blogspot.com</a><br />
Davee Jones: <a href="http://finless.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://finless.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Sancre Darling: <a href="http://sancredarling.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">http://sancredarling.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cary peeked around the suite's doorjamb waiting to ambush Devon. He had plans for him. Big plans that included ice skating in the park, roasting marshmallows, trading beer for fine wine, and making passionate love. He knew it had been a tough couple months for Dev and had suggested the brief respite. </b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/">Flash Fiction Friday Blog</a></span></b> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">(I tried linking individually, but didn't work.)</span></span></div>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-74777814329772520512011-12-15T14:33:00.000-08:002011-12-15T14:33:19.525-08:00Winter Holidays winners announced...<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">Congratulations to the <a href="http://www.literotica.com:81/stories/contest.php/winter-contest-2011"><span style="color: blue;">Literotica Winter Holiday Winners!</span></a>! Nomoretears00 ("A Ta'Narian Christmas") for took 1st Place, cbsummers ("Santa Claus: Sex Addict") took 2nd place (I have to read it yet) and SweetestThing took 3rd place ("A Proper Send-Off").</span></span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">"<a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/a-tanarian-christmas"><span style="color: blue;">A Ta'Narian Christmas</span></a>" (Gay Male, Sci-fi/Fantasy) was </span></span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">heart-warming, humorous, emotional, and a perfect holiday story. I was swept into the Ta'Narian world and made to believe. I want one of the cat-men for myself! Oh wait, I don't think the boys like to share each<span class="text_exposed_show"> other. *pout* 'Tis a shame. ;)</span></span></span></h6><span style="font-size: small;">"<a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/a-proper-send-off"><span style="color: blue;">A Proper Send-Off</span></a>" (Lesbian) was wonderful, emotive story telling, full of tenderness, wit, heat.</span><br />
<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <i style="font-weight: normal;">Congrats to all of the authors brave enough to enter, withstand the trolls, the sweeps, and the competition. I've made some wonderful new connections again. :)</i></span></span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">My thanks to everyone for your support, kind comments, and sharing your own personal stories with me! Your comments on <a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/holiday-wishes-upon-the-wind"><span style="color: blue;">~Holiday Wishes Upon the Wind~</span></a> make my heart smile and my cheeks blush and I am sure the inspiration of the story is smiling down and shining her love as well.<br />
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I hope to see more stories with disabled main characters in them. There is SUCH a need for it. Even more so, a need for the romance and erotica genres to explore it more fully. A disability or illness does not cancel out a person's sexuality or ability to love, in fact it can enhance it. Learning, exploring, and adapting can be fun! Maybe I will write more. :)<br />
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There are some wonderful resources out there, even documentaries done that can help you learn more if you are interested in disability studies and in particular sexuality aspects. PM <a href="http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue;">MidniteRose (Aurora Rose Andromeda)</span></a> if you'd like to. She's opened my eyes to so much and for that I can never thank her enough, for she is a true soul-sister and friend. <3<br />
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I wish you all Happy, Health, Heart-filled, Healing Holidays!</span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> ~Luna</span></span></h6>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-53247951188762557342011-12-09T21:55:00.000-08:002011-12-09T22:07:30.532-08:00On Muses, Visitation, and Inspiration...<span style="font-size: large;">I had been pondering Muses for awhile and then came upon this <a href="http://naughtynightspress.blogspot.com/2011/12/chit-chat-and-all-that-with-benjamin.html"><span style="color: blue;">chit-chat session</span></a> between <a href="http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue;">Benjamin Russell</span></a> and <a href="http://naughtynightspress.com/authorpages/ChrystianMarrero.php"><span style="color: blue;">Chrystian Marrero</span></a> at <a href="http://naughtynightspress.com/"><span style="color: blue;">Naughty Nights Press</span></a> which was quite entertaining and also informative. It made me revisit my thoughts about Muses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've been under the impression for almost two years now that my Muses had returned to me. I was writing again after a painful, five-year dry-spell which I attribute to my marriage. In supporting my ex-husband in his own artistic endeavors, I ignored my own. When it came down to it, he had a dampening effect on my creativity with his negativity that I never realized (like so very many things) until he was out of the house, at which time I found the freedom to create again. I think I became so wrapped up in being a wife, a step-mother, and when baby came; being a new Mommy, that I neglected myself and my needs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He needed his hand held and needed my support because he felt like a failed artist. So, being the loving wife that I was, I gave him everything of myself. But, I digress, this isn't supposed to be a post about my ex-husband (which in a week it will be 1 full year since the freedom of divorce for me). I began to write poetry again. It was a great outlet for my emotions and a way to record some of the precious moments with my newborn baby. I even wrote a few lullabies for her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hopped over to <a href="http://literotica.com/"><span style="color: blue;">Literotica</span></a> to read a few stories occasionally and cringed at my college attempts at writing the genre. But I didn't put too much more thought into it until a year later when a surgery that my (new) boyfriend was having inspired a short, teasing, story, <a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/t-l-c-1"><span style="color: blue;">~TLC~</span></a>. He encouraged me to post it to the site. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I saw the themed contest open for Summer Lovin' stories and I immediately had a story idea in mind about a love re-connection. I began to write the story, <a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/summer-spirit"><span style="color: blue;">~Summer Spirit~</span></a>. As I sat back to read it, I quickly realized it had gone from Romance to Paranormal romance. I wondered how that had happened and what it could mean. I've written Spirit Stories before. I've had my writing taken over by those from the Otherside in the past, but that was the first time it had happened in my erotic romance. I wondered why and if it was okay. I was a little surprised and uncomfortable with the Spirit taking over my story. But knowing the nature of Spirit communication, I accepted it. I had to write her story, otherwise I would have gotten no peace.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I started writing like mad and actually completing stories, probably for the first time in my life. I entered every single contest for a year. The themed nature of the stories truly inspired me. I was buzzing with excitement. My Muses had returned! I celebrated by writing more. I felt elated and reconnected and balanced again, something that had eluded me in the past. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But with each consecutive story that I wrote and posted, I realized something that took me aback. Nearly every single story was Spirit-inspired or Spirit-guided. Even the stories that have no moments of the Paranormal in them, like <a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/lavender-and-love"><span style="color: blue;">~Lavender and Love~</span></a>, are still Spirit inspired. My latest, a Winter Holiday entry <a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/holiday-wishes-upon-the-wind"><span style="color: blue;">~Holiday Wishes Upon the Wind~</span></a> does have a paranormal element to it, but it's the non-paranormal character who is the Spirit inspiration to that one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You might ask what I mean by that? I'm a <a href="http://ellaquinnspirit.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue;">Spirit Medium</span></a>. I communicate with people's loved ones from the Otherside. It is not something that I ever sought out, nor even wanted. They seek me out, and over time I learned how to accept and even embrace my spiritual abilities. Sometimes, the Spirits who visit me have a story to tell. They contact me and share their stories with me. Often, the telling is enough and then the Spirit will go on their way. Sometimes, their loved ones will read the story and "claim" them. Other times, they need help finding their way across, which I provide to them. It all depends upon the circumstances.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Why they choose to come into and inspire my erotic romance is truly beyond me, especially when it is a child who is guiding me along - like in <a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/jersey-love-apple-dreams-and-release"><span style="color: blue;">Jersey Love: Apple Dreams and Release</span></a> - where a teenager was sharing her story with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I have to wonder, if I am being inspired by those who are no longer living on this Earth, have my Muses truly returned to me? And if my Muses are still missing, when will they come home? And what kind of mischief will they get me into when the Spirits do stop talking? Will they ever? Will I ever get the chance to write a story I want, that came directly from my own imagination and mind and not put there by someone else? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We all think about those people "reading over our shoulder" who might not approve, or might be curious, or critical, or make comments. I have those, but they're not figments of my imagination, they are people's loved ones and they can be demanding of my time and energy. </span><span style="font-size: large;">It is only when I agree to write the story and set up my boundaries that sleep can be had. </span><span style="font-size: large;">During a visitation or communication, I and the people I work with, get validations which go a long way towards reassuring me that they are real. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Am I grateful to be writing again? Yes! Am I bothered by these Spirit presences? Not usually. Am I honored and humbled to be the one they open up to and they turn to for help? Absolutely! Will I continue to write their stories for them? I will. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is this any different than Inspiration and where our Muses come from? Do you believe in the Collective Unconscious that creative people dip into, that well-spring of ideas that have been thought of in the past, are being thought now, and are yet-to-be-thought except on another level? Or maybe all of those ideas - thought-forms - are all occurring simultaneously.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Writers are all too familiar with this process. The characters from novels or scripts are noted for taking on a life of their own. They behave in a certain way not because the author wants them to, but because they have to. That is the way they are. With millions of stories having been told, somewhere out there on the psychic airwaves are all the characters." ~Judy Hall</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My stories clearly aren't all "mine." In fact, that same Spirit teenager I spoke of earlier reminded me very sweetly during the month of October, that it was HER story and I'm just her writer. Hmph! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Do you think as writers we can truly claim that a story is all our own and that our characters do what we want because we wrote them that way? Or should we instead be asking nicely? Why do you think so many writers personify their Muses? Or personify and form "relationships" with their characters?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I leave the discussion open. While I have my own ideas as to some of my questions, I'm curious to see what your thoughts are.</span>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-91098508735485831492011-12-08T17:56:00.000-08:002011-12-15T18:49:15.685-08:00Flash Fiction Friday #5- Winter's First<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;">Woohoo! It's my fifth Flash Fiction Friday with the </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"></span><a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;">Flashers</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"> writing group. Enjoy! ;)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">She knelt with head bowed in reverence. This could finally be her chance to prove herself; a way to set her apart. She trembled with excitement as sweat pooled at her feet, rushing in rivulets across the surface, icing over. Her sister was chosen last year. Gathering her courage to her breast, she gazed with yearning down at Earth below. At the “ahem,” she looked up and met her frosty gaze.</span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“Ready?” Winter's crisp voice asked. </span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>You can find the other participating fabulous writers of Flash Fiction Friday and show them some love here: </b></span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_938526456"><b><br />
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Michelle Chatton: <a href="http://michellechatton.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://michellechatton.blogspot.com</a><br />
Naomi Shaw: <a href="http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Bonni Sansom <a href="http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Benjamin Russell <a href="http://www.incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Lee Brazil <a href="http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Erika Pierce <a href="http://www.erpierce.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.erpierce.com</a><br />
Yvonne Nicolas <a href="http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/</a><br />
Gemma Parkes: <a href="http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Sara York: <a href="http://sarayork.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://sarayork.blogspot.com</a><br />
Cyril J. Michael: <a href="http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Venus Cahill: <a href="http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Muffalicious: <a href="http://muffywilson.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://MuffyWilson.blogspot.com</a><br />
Lani Rhea: <a href="http://lanirhea.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://lanirhea.blogspot.com</a><br />
Lindsey Gray: <a href="http://lindsey-gray.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://lindsey-gray.blogspot.com</a><br />
Cassandre Dayne <a href="http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/</a><br />
Sherri Hayes: <a href="http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Patricia Logan: <a href="http://naughtypassions.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://naughtypassions.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Katie Harper: <a href="http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Havan Fellows: <a href="http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com</a><br />
Davee Jones: <a href="http://finless.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://finless.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Please feel free to Read, Vote, and/or Comment. The contest closes next Wednesday, December 14th. Thanks and ENJOY! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>"Sometimes, I'm jealous of that horse," Collin growled.<br />
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"Yeah. It's like you two have this secret language all to yourselves. I watch you with him and the way he responds to your gentle touch and your sweet voice and well, I see in Wind's eye that he responds in just the same way I respond to you."<br />
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"And how is that?" she asked, curious. Skimming his hands up her body, Collin cupped her breasts in answer. The rough skin of his thumbs moved in circles over her nipples. When they pebbled in response, Raechel arched her back. He untangled his legs from hers, grabbed several pillows to cushion her, and moved around to the front of her body....</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i> Come find out what's so special about the horse, the man, and the woman who loves them both:</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~Luna </span><b><i> </i></b>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-71180067340959377662011-12-04T06:37:00.000-08:002012-01-23T06:50:30.363-08:00~*Holiday Wishes Upon the Wind*~<span style="font-size: large;">My <a href="http://www.literotica.com:81/stories/contest.php/winter-contest-2011"><span style="color: blue;">Literotica </span></a>2011 Winter Holiday Contest - Romance is up!!</span><br />
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</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Happy Holidays to you and yours. My wish is for you to have gratitude and find contentment in what you do have, but not to stop believing in the magic of possibilities - including love! <3 </b></span></i></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>~~~</b></span></i></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span style="font-size: large;"> Feel free to Read, Vote, and/or Comment. Contest ends December 14th. Enjoy and Thank you! ;)</span></span></span></h6><div style="text-align: center;">http://www.literotica.com/s/holiday-wishes-upon-the-wind</div>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-89604213286418839992011-12-01T18:35:00.000-08:002011-12-01T19:11:00.719-08:00Flash Fiction Friday #4- Innocence<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFPKVUpPR2c/Tterewx47hI/AAAAAAAABuk/qkGiw_1eebk/s1600/381717_178499998910151_100002504569047_353388_808587364_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Woohoo! It's my fourth Flash Fiction Friday with the </b></span></span><a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Flashers</b></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> writing group. Enjoy! ;)</b></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">I peered through the keyhole of my sister's bedroom stifling a gasp. Not only did she have a boy in her room, she'd snuck into Mom's closet and was trying on her vintage clothing. Busted!</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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“Shh, my sister's home from college and is going to hear.” Olivia giggled as he slid his hand over to cup her bare breast. This was no boy. This was a man about to take advantage of my innocent little sister.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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</b></span>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-63892112936119594992011-11-30T12:30:00.000-08:002012-01-23T06:50:55.023-08:00~*Wynter of Contentment*~How about checking out last year's Winter Holiday story <a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/wynter-of-contentment"><span style="color: blue;">~*Wynter of Contentment*~</span></a> while you wait for me to finish and post this year's entry?<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">"Wynter's touch blesses them with the ultimate holiday gift." My sweet and sexy little twist on the traditional 'Frosty the Snow Man' tale.</span></i><br />
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"I'm dreaming. I fell asleep with the book in my lap and I imagined the main character into my dream," she reasoned with herself. A soft, male chuckle followed her words. "Or, maybe I hit my head. Yes, that's it. When I was standing on the bucket, it did fall, and I fell and smashed my head on something." The green eyes sparkled and the lips moved to kiss the corner of her mouth. "A-a concussion." She stammered.</span></b><br />
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"No," she replied, weakly. "Dreamy snow man," she whispered, "don't stop kissing." He responded by kissing her with renewed fervor. She responded by moaning and parting her lips. His cold tongue slowly entered her mouth and touched hers. She swirled her tongue with his, slipping it back out again to run it along his upper lip.</span></b><br />
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"You taste like chocolate," she murmured, licking his other lip and sucking it into her mouth.</span></b><br />
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"The M&M's were a tasty touch, if I do say so myself. I'm glad you listened to my mind-speak," he replied, tilting and angling her head so he could deepen the kiss.</span></b><br />
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With the exception of his arms, his body was still very snow-man-ish. But slowly, as the kisses heated up, the snow began to melt. The snow man lowered Brynn's feet to the ground. She looked down, seeing herself standing in a puddle and looked back up into his eyes. She watched as the snow slid off of his body. She half expected him to melt away, leaving only a puddle in his wake. As she watched in wonder, the snow melted and revealed a body beneath. A naked body. A little thrill ran through her and she shivered at the sight before her.</span></b><br />
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Her first thought was, he must be cold; her second was; it's my mission to warm the naked snow man up; her third thought was, she wanted him. Her body tingled where she hadn't felt tingles in a long time, save from the good vibrations she occasionally gave herself with her toys (when her son was out of the house).</span></b><br />
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"Are you real?" she asked in wonder as she and unwound her arms from around his neck, tugged her gloves off to trail her fingers down his shoulders and slip them across his chest. Moving downward, she explored the planes of his torso and looked down at his semi-flaccid cock, licking her lips.</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Come discover more about Brynn and the dreamy snow man of her fantasies...at Literotica:</span></span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/wynter-of-contentment"><span style="color: blue;">~*Wynter of Contentment*~</span> </a> </span></span><br />
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~Luna</span></span>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-43485622821554767602011-11-28T14:33:00.000-08:002011-11-28T15:29:59.113-08:00Holiday Contest entry back on track...excerptAfter a few weeks of tending my sick child, I am back in the flow. The holiday story I was writing just wasn't working out. The story I originally had in mind for the Holiday contest was designated to Valentine's Day instead. But suddenly that story and the characters in it have found their Christmas Spirit and I've switched it up. <i>A Holiday tale of Love surviving death. Christmas Spirit with a paranormal touch of Comfort. </i><br />
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I'm up to 5K words, have a solid plot, cooperative characters, and real life, as well as Spirit inspiration influencing it. This will be my second story featuring a disabled main character (using a wheelchair) and I can't wait for you to all meet her and the rest of them. I have some amazing people in my life who have lent their life experience and inspiration to the story, but it really is all about the lovely, impish Spirit who is guiding it along.<br />
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“Who said that?” She reached for another package lying on the low card-table, knocking over her mug of tepid cocoa in the process. The cocoa spilled, running all over the roll of festive wrapping paper and ruining the cardboard box containing a babydoll. With a groan of annoyance, she grabbed up the box, ripped the sopping cardboard open and glared at all of the plastic twists and security ties holding the doll in. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I want to talk about <b>Personal Power</b> and how important it is to not give it away to anyone; to not allow them to turn you into a victim, live in fear, lose your self confidence, self worth, or self esteem. No one should have that kind of power over another person (without permission) and yet it happens all the time. Most of us have been screwed over at one time or another in our lives by people that claimed they cared about us or loved us, or by perfect strangers. We even let our own fears and insecurities hold us back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A healthy person doesn't set out to become or play the part of the Victim. When it happens; when you've been deceived, betrayed, cheated, lied to, duped, harassed, abused, violated, taken advantage of...it's difficult to see past the wrong that has been done to you to realize that you still have power. Often people who are users and abusers seek out the vulnerable, prey upon those who appear weaker than they are, easy targets. It's difficult when you become a victim to climb out of those depths and reclaim your <b>Personal Power</b>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'd allowed people to take little bits of my power for too long. I've always been an easy target, smaller, physically weaker, and more timid; whether I was giving that power to bullies who hurt me and tried to wear me down; boys who used their gender and strength to overpower; doctors who didn't listen to me about knowing my own body better than anyone else; teachers or employers who discriminated; control freaks who saw grief as vulnerability; energy drainers who leeched like vampires; or manipulators who tried to keep me in the dark and thus bend me to their own ends. </span><br />
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I'd build up walls and fortify my heart each time, but someone would come along and try to tear down my defenses again and again. </span><br />
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I've never cared what people thought of me and I suppose that was my biggest strength. As much of a romantic as I am, I've never defined myself or my self-worth by being in a relationship or having a man (or woman for that matter) in my life. I became so used to people coming and going and rarely staying for too long, that it was just a given that I learned to bitterly accept; they'd come for a specific purpose, and once that purpose was served, they'd quietly slip away. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This has been the story of my life with the exception of family, a few close friends and the love who found me, patiently persisted, gently persuaded, and continues to prove me wrong. </span><br />
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I decided the moment I learned that my marriage was a lie, he was an unhinged stranger, and our love was false; that I'd never give anyone that much power over me again. I started by kicking him out, never once looked back as I composed myself and walked into my newborn baby's room. I picked her up, cradled her to me, and promised her that I would do everything in my power to protect her from his negativity and chaos. I've done a damn good job of it, thus far.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These things both went a way towards restoring my <b>Personal Power </b>to me and removing me from Victim status. And while the mere mention of my ex-husband's name and his sporadic antics can cause the hair on my back to rise and the spit to fly and panic to set in: I remind myself that all that matters is that my child is safe, happy, healthy, and chaos free because of me. Everything I've gone through was to get her to me and I'm so blessed because of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I might be small, shy, and sweet - but this kitty can roar - and I can be fierce as a Lioness and protective as a MamaBear when the need arises. Those unfortunate enough to see my fury usually learn that too late. I have fangs and claws, and I'm not afraid to use them; especially in the defense of my own, or those who don't have the strength to stick up for themselves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Your thoughts have Power. Your reactions have Power. Your words have Power. What you do with the hurt and the pain has Power. </i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Don't be afraid of your Power. Own it! Embrace it! With it you can do great things. Empower those who lost theirs. You have the Power to manifest your dreams and create your own experiences. We were all given free will and we are all a part of the Whole.</i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i> </i></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>So I ask, do you wallow in depression and pity? Or do you stand up for yourself and say NO?! </i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Keep your Personal Power to yourself!!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm going to share some links and resources later that might help.</span></div>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-81079292132440968722011-11-17T17:05:00.000-08:002011-11-17T17:05:48.644-08:00Flash Fiction Friday #3 - Be-Long<b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Woohoo! It's my third Flash Fiction Friday with the <a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue;">Flashers</span></a> writing group. Enjoy! ;)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Flash Fiction Friday - Writing challenge based on a picture prompt. One picture to inspire one hundred words (no more, no less).</span></span></span></b><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-photos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/320629_176110925811486_100002377395650_348997_172108012_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://fbcdn-photos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/320629_176110925811486_100002377395650_348997_172108012_a.jpg" width="221" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~Be-Long~</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“You don't belong here.” Fingertips touched mine, lips brushing my hand. Breath rattled in my chest and my heart squeezed painfully. Warmth enveloped coldness.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Every muscle burned in remembrance, anguished. “I belong with you.” </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Not like this.” He released, but I held on.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I can feel you.” Climbing up, I scrambled to reclaim him.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“This can't go on.” He shook his head, coming closer. “Let me go.”</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“How?” My foot hesitated.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Get off the ledge. Live,” he ordered. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I'm still with you." He reached up “Here,” touched my heart, pushed.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span><b><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/">Flash Fiction Friday Blog</a></span></b> </span><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span> </span></b></span>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-73684536658593480192011-11-16T17:48:00.000-08:002012-01-23T06:51:24.035-08:00~Laughter Release~If laughter can drive one to tears, why can't tears drive one to laughter? It did, today.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>~Laughter Release~</b><br />
By: Luna Ella Aldora</span><br />
<span class="st"> © 11/16/11</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Oh muse of mine<br />
bear with me as<br />
I de-clutter my mind<br />
of refuse of the past<br />
clear out the cobwebs<br />
cleanse the murky depths<br />
release the pulse<br />
aflutter in my breast<br />
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Laughter <br />
taking<br />
shaking<br />
waking me up!<br />
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<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Bouncing off</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> parted lips</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> chapped </span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> with salt</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> moist with </span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> emotion</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> bitter sweet</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> slipping</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> sliding</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> gliding down</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> tongue twisting</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> throat chafing</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> raw and real.</span><br />
</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Giggles bubbling <br />
guffaws tumbling<br />
rip-roaring</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;">belly tickling</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">gut-rippling<br />
giddy and<br />
uncontrolled<br />
snort-inducing<br />
saliva producing<br />
clear me<br />
cleanse me<br />
lift me up<br />
oh glorious<br />
breath escaping<br />
weight releasing</span><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><br />
laughter!</span></h6><span style="font-size: large;">~~~~</span>Luna Ella Aldorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01403439066437837170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335924932666598467.post-25611592923627217182011-11-10T16:44:00.000-08:002011-11-10T16:44:31.959-08:00Flash Fiction Friday #2 - Surrender...<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Woohoo! It's my second Flash Fiction Friday with the <a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue;">Flashers</span></a> writing group. Enjoy! ;)</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Flash Fiction Friday - Writing challenge based on a picture prompt. One picture to inspire one hundred words (no more, no less).</b></span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">I unlocked the door, slipped off my heels, and quietly padded to the bedroom. While he slept, I planned to slip in, crawl under the covers and take my lover into my mouth, sucking him awake and showing him just how much I missed him.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Shh.” A deep voice hissed. “Where is she?” </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Not home.” </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;">Confused, I peered through the crack in the door to see a large hand gripping his chiseled chest roughly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;">“You're lucky.” The voice growled in his ear. I gasped, feeling the world crash down as my lover's eyelashes fluttered in surrender... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>You can find the other participating writers of Flash Fiction Friday and show them some love here: </b></span><br />
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