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My Writing: A Short Preview

My Writing: A Short Preview
After many hours of delete paragraphs and rewrites. I decided to share a short sample of my work -in-progress.  Now, I will admit I disliked deleting paragraphs but it had to be done.  Anyway, here is a short sample I checked in Grammarly and ProWritingAid for now I am leaving this Prologue a lone.

Prologue: Trap

In silence, I studied the royal family who mingled with aristocrats and their spouses.

Somebody is a traitor. But who? I held my weapon hilt beneath my cloak.
A large full whiskered, black-haired aristocrat darted my way.Who is he?
You must protect him. Answered, a woman in my consciousness.
A nauseous sensation rose up from my stomach. I gazed towards the ceiling.
Fiery eyes met mine. We meet once more, Princess.
My heart stopped.
Grr! A low revolted from my colleague.
A whirlwind encircled us.
“What is transpiring?” My fingers slipped from his.
“I will search for you, my Love!”
“A-! ” The cyclone dragged me from my companion’s forearm.

Oh yes, I have a cliffhanger for my characters.

Of course, I could not leave without introducing my new four legged friend.  I took this photo with my webcam. I think this photo came out okay. He’s twice that size now.

Puppy love

This little pup can bring a smile to a person’s face and cheer them up. Meet my little four legged friend Bandit.

 

Have a wonderful week ☺

My Writing: Revisiting My First Prologue

My Writing: Revisiting My First Prologue

Oh, I am having one of those days where everything, I read looks awful including some of my past posts. Which means some posts from the past, will be making a few appearance in the future.

Anyway, when I wrote this post, I was unsure about the Prologue title or page numbers. Each time I read the Prologue pages, there was something wrong with the paragraphs. This gave me a headache and bugged me. But after reading once more, I decided I had to cut a lot of pages.

Anyway, here is my work in progress.

Prologue: The Curse
The wind whipped through my long auburn hair. I stood before the one who betrayed my family. My eyes met his bitter blue eyes.
“I ask you once more, Grandmother.” The bearded man replied. “Where is the stone?”
“I will never tell you, John.” I replied.
“Old woman, you are foolish.” A young blonde woman commented next to her.
“No, you are the foolish one.” I stated. “For those who marry your children shall be cursed.”
“She must be mad!” The crowds exclaimed.
The young king swung towards them. “Silence!” He roared out. “Your words mean nothing to me, Grandmother.”
“Oh, you should, John.” My green eyes met his. “Each night green eyes shall visit you.”
“We have our mystic to break any curse you cast upon us, Grandmother.”
I glanced towards the stranger. He had black magic within him. Only mine was more powerful.
“No mystic can get around this curse.” I answered. “Only 13 noblemen shall break this curse.”
“Enough!” He exclaimed. “Get rid of her.”
“With pleasure, Sire.” The hangman replied. He grabbed his victim with his strong arms.
I discovered the black atmosphere surrounded him. Something dark and ancient was in the air, I glanced towards the stranger. “You’re a dark one.”
The hangman placed the noose around her neck, the crowd glance with interest. While others began to laugh, drink, and dance. 
Oh my! It’s an enchantment spell! I thought. 
In, the shadowy corner of the castle’s walls. An archer shot a pure golden arrow and pierced the rope. Before anyone could react. A thick blue mist formed around she  as she vanished.
The stranger turned towards the crowd, the archer vanished. While a dark shadow formed around the crowd. No one saw it, nor known their faith that evening. The sky turned dark reddish and blueish.  A Griffin formed in the distant cloud. 
Her curse rang through out time.

I think I will keep my new Prologue for now. But never know with me.

https://firefly1275.wordpress.com/2013/09/18/prologue-and-ideas-part-2

 

Last but not least here is a photo shot, I took of the sunset a few weeks ago. I zoomed in for an angle shot. I think this photo shot came out okay.

A very cold evening in Southwest Louisiana

My Writing: Surprised Another Short Poem

I guess I am in the poetry writing mood. For another short poem that took me by surprise.

I don't usually write poetry but I am going with the flow.

I don’t usually write poetry but I am going with the flow.

 

Her Darkest Secrets

She has secrets she never told

She holds those dark secrets deep within

People says she is cold-hearted

They do not know  how she weeps in her sleep

Nor the secrets she keeps

If only they knew her darkest secrets

Okay, I will be rewriting this short poem again. But I will leave it alone for now.

 

Have a great weekend.  🙂

My Writing: Poetry Takes Over Part 2

Okay, I have to admit once I started writing my ideas, I could not stop until I had three more short poems written down.  The only thing bugging me now, is the fonts size and color in my photo I used.

Another short poem...

Another short poem…

Secrets She Hides
Before you judge her
Glance deep within her eyes,
If you see sadness and loneliness
Then you’ll know the secrets she hides

My Writing: When Poetry Appear

Okay, like I mention before I am not a poet. But when an idea takes form into a poem, I won’t hesitate to write it down.  It’s a work in progress and a rough draft, which I will rewrite for a later post.

His Memories
She waited for him throughout time
As the months flew by
With no sign of her love in sight
She realizes now, it’s time to take flight
As his memories fades into the night
With a heavy heart she shows
no sign of a broken heart
Nor the tears she cried each night.
For he is now a memory 
©V.ROSE DEMET ™2016
I am doing something different with my photos.

I am doing something different with my photo shot. I might keep on adding poems. But never know with me. 

 

My Writing: A Short Preview

Okay, I admit I was going to leave my writing alone until after the holiday. Well, I realized one thing that was not going to happen I need to write. If I am not writing my work in progress, I am thinking of my future goals. I am taking very small steps before a giant leap.

Anyway here’s a sneak peek of my work in progress, that will offer new clues to Verona’s meeting with Robin, who has dark secrets.

Thought the misty forest he emerges. His heart is bitter for revenge on those, whom did him wrong. He steps forward towards the lake with his bow is in his right hand. His beast is ready for food. He halt, the icy wind slams into his face. My goddess!
There on the lake’s edge lies a young brunette woman. Ready for the lake to claim her once more.
She felt two strong arms around her waistline.
“Don’t move, Child.” A deep voice replied. “I’ll have you safe in a minute.”
You cannot keep her safe for long, Robin. A sinister voice in the distance stated.
Be gone you sinister, B….!
He threw his hands into space. His beast hunted now.
He lifted the young maiden and  entered his forest once
more. 
Aaron watched Robin carried Verona into the misty forest. He stepped through the dark shield, the forest allowed him entrance. He is the ancient one.

So, They are after him.

Dark green eyes meet his violet eyes. “You may pass ancient old.” A woman replied, “Keep them safe.”

Now, we know where Verona went to. But is she safe with Robin?

 

 

My Writing: Epilogue

Okay, I have to admit when I first started writing this rough draft on post I was not sure I would finish editing it. Well, I proved myself wrong. After months of writing and editing this rough draft, I finally finished. Little sad to see this story end(for now that is.) And happy to be finally finish with this part.

 

Epilogue
Deep in a cavern a mist formed. A hooded man appeared. “She is in Sherwood.”
Hiss came from the dark corner. “My followers will find her and the keys.”
He bowed to leave. He hated this place and time.
“Is there more to report?”
“A younger woman appeared.”
Fiery eyes opened. “Who?”
“I do not know. I sensed darkness within her.”
“Her?” It hissed.
“Yes. A teenager with strange sword skills.” He cautioned.
“Her name?” It hissed furiously.
“Goes by Raven.” He replied.
Grr.. Came from the corner. “Find her.”
Okay, I will admit one thing the hooded man may or may not be Arthur. (Work in progress.)

 

Now, my next step is to leave this draft alone for a few days or weeks. Then read over and edit again. But never know with me.  I might decide to add a few other work in progress.
Oh, so many photo shot to choose from. This one was taken back in 2013.

No matter what others say. Always follow your dreams… 

 

 

 

My Writing: Chapter 22

Okay, after reading this Chapter and rewriting some paragraphs, I can finally move on to the next Chapter.

Chapter 22: The Truth
“Where did she go!” Bailey exclaimed.
“Wait a minute!” Mordred channeled into space. His eyes slapped opened. He realized where she was. “D***** !” His English accent was stronger now.
Arthur kept his comment to himself.
“She is in Nottingham.”
“Go find my cousin or help me.” Bailey roared.
Mordred grabbed Bailey by his shirt collar. “Listen here Bailey it won’t be simple.”
“Mordred?” Gibson glanced towards Mordred.
“She is in Sherwood Forest before the change.”
“Oh no.” Gibson glanced away.
“D*****, I have to do something.” Bailey muttered.
“No!” A female voice exclaimed. The sweet smell of roses filled the air. As she stepped from the dark corner of the office. She wore a sea green gown. A silver crown with tiny diamonds were upon her forehead. Her auburn hair reached her waistline. Upon her forearm a griffin appeared.
“Sarah, how can you be here?” Gibson asked.
“Do not worry.” She met his dark brown eyes. “Verona must learn the truth.”
“If she does not, My Lady.” Bailey bowed to the Guardian of Mystic Lake.
“Oh, she will. Is not that right, Aaron?” She whispered to Aaron stood silent, “You always known her, now go. Our old enemy is after her.”
The blue mist formed around Aaron. How did she?
Mordred glanced towards the spot his friend stood, “Who are you?”
“A friend.” She glanced towards Arthur. “She will return to the present, you must not interfere, Arthur.”
“Why?” He could not lose his Guinevere.
You cannot lose someone who was never yours. A distant voice echoed.
An eerie thought cross Mordred mind now, “Verona holds the..”
Don’t say it! A voice echoed. He stared towards the mysterious woman now.
“I see you learned.” Sarah noticed a change in Arthur. Oh, I understand now.
“Verona can travel through time.” Gibson murmured.
“Sherwood Forest Guardian.” Arthur glared towards his cousin. “Why did you not mention this.”
“Grandmother spoken to you?”
“Grandmother!” No way. Vivian! “How?”
“It is hard to explain.” She glanced towards the one with the Falcon around him. “You’re one of the Wisdom stone’s guardian.”
“Yes, My Lady.” Bailey replied, “Is Verona in danger?”
“No, she will be safe with Aaron.” Mordred could not believe his old allied had an upper hand in their faith. “But we may be in trouble.”
“What does that mean!” Arthur exclaimed.
“D****t Arthur!” Bailey exclaimed, “Aaron is the Unknown Warrior.” He glanced towards Mordred, “What is Verona connection to him?”
“Mordred doesn’t know Bailey.” Sarah turned towards Arthur, “He whom walk throughout time.”
“If you say one more word Sarah Ann.” A male voice roar, “I will disown you.”
She smiled, “Cannot disown a guardian, Grandfather.”
“No, but what must happen must be.” The stern answered
“Your lies will free us.” Sarah waved her hands into space.
“So be it.” He mumbled.
“Was that Merlin?” Gibson asked, puzzled.
“I see you remember him.” She turned towards Arthur now. “Verona is not whom we’ve known from our time.”
“Why do you call her, Verona?” Arthur asked.
Guinevere is dead to our world. Her eyes answered.
“No, Verona is M-Guinevere.” Mordred caught his mistake.
“Yes.” She glanced towards Gibson.
“The Forest will destroy her, as it did to Robin when you vanished.”
“No, it will not.” Sarah replied, “People and things may change throughout time. But their soul and spirit remains the same.”
“The forest will recognize her.” Mordred felt the tension between her and Gibson, “She has blue flame within her.”
Her eyes widen.“She does not.. Oh, Mother!”
She waved her hands.“We will meet each other once more.”
“You did not say what Aaron connection is to us?” Arthur asked.
“Guinevere, Nicholas and Lancelot has connection to him.”She whispered.
“Lancelot?” Arthur looks stunned, “He is not in this time.
“Correction he should be here!” Bailey exclaimed without him nothing is safe. “Did something happen to Lancelot?”
“Verona gave Lancelot, her ring.” Arthur stated.
“No.” Bailey mumbled, “A pink ring was Celtic design?”
“Yes.” Arthur replied.
Bailey looked towards Sarah, “You know what this mean.”
“The truth will come out at last.” She replied.
“What does that mean?” Tristan asked, “Is Aaron an enemy?”
“No.” Aaron was the one who saved him many years ago.
“He is trouble.” Bailey roared, “Now someone, Please explain?”
“Oh, just our worlds…” Mordred lifted his shot glass filled with whiskey. “Oh, answer that Bailey,”
His cell phone rang. “Hello, What!” His eyes narrowed, “Get everyone together, inform Eric Mason.”
Mordred skin crawled by the name of a Shape shifter. Tristan growled.  “Bailey, you surprise me.”
“Why is innocent people vanishing.” Bailey met Mordred sober expression.
“Oh, great.” Gibson mumbled.He glanced towards Tristan.
Okay, I wanted make this chapter more intriguing with  more clues to Verona, whom seems to have more secrets. While Merlin/Arthur keeps his secrets well hidden for now.

Now, to the next Chapter before I find something else to delete again.

 

My Writing: Chapter 21

Okay, after going over this chapter about three times, I can finally move on to the next chapter. For now I will leave this  chapter alone.

Chapter 21: Vampire Mistress
“I do not believe this!” Bailey roar. “Haven’t Modron done enough damage! ”
“You know of this person?” Arthur kept his eyes on Verona.
“Yes, he was a dark one.” Bailey said with a sober tone, “He disliked my clan and the supernatural.”
“Vampires tried to capture him for centuries.” Mordred said.
“Who is he?” My right forearm was hot.
Arthur gasped.
Dark flames rose before my eyes, images of men, women, and children in rags were a large cage. Something held me from seeing what made the eerie scream. Behind my back.
“You’re not supposed to be here, Verona!” a male voice echoed. 
My heart race, I turned to see two familiar faces. Lancelot and Bors stood in front of me.
“Beware of…” They trail off and faded away.
“Verona!” Arthur grabbed her arms. (Okay, this paragraph I will be looking over again. I want to show not tell.)
Arthur’s words did not break the strong force that pulled me towards a cobblestone door with Runic symbols.
“You must awaken your power, Princess.” a child with long straight brown hair said to me.
I heard familiar voice. “Let her go!”
My life flash before my eyes from my childhood to my adult life. I blinked and stared into familiar dark eyes.
Aaron entered the office with news, he came to a halt. Something with higher power as his drained her spirit.
No, not again! He summoned his inner beast.
Who is he? I noticed a dark purple dragon shield him.
I stood in this an ancient garden with a young brunette woman; she wore an elegant sea green gown. We resembled. “You must save us, Verona.”
The dark serpent appeared and sink his claws into her body. A sharp pain shot throughout my entire body. His red eyes were upon me.
“One of the guardian of Avalon here.” My hand shot with pain.
“I have plans for you, Verona. This time you won’t get away.”
My vision cleared now. “He took…” I met the stranger who stared. “Why is it icy in here?”
Bailey sensed a higher power one of old an ancient and glanced towards the stranger. He felt uneasy.
Aaron seen the dark aura behind her. “Mordred, you have company.”
My senses became alert, my hand went up, “What is in this office be shown to me.” 
Bailey knew the spell she spoke of, but she was forgetting one important thing.
“D****t Verona.” he roared, “You need a protective field.” His guardian hid them from this danger.
The aura became a five foot eight, a full figure brunette woman, clan in a long black leather dress. A ruby stone necklace shape as a bat nested on her black v shirt opening.
“Hmm, we meet again, Verona.” She tried to pinpoint on who Verona with no luck.
I stared towards her, whom I met at Huntingdom manor. What was her name?
“Adora.” Mordred said to the woman, whom betrayed him and those he loved.
Remember who she was to us! A voice echoed in my mind.
“Oh Mordred, I should have known you were going soft for this woman.” she replied.
“You turned him into what he is!” My right hand stuck her across her face leaving a red mark.
Her eyes widen with pain. “Who are you!” She hissed showing her fangs.
Mordred stepped in between them. “What do you want here?” 
“Why should I tell you what Geoffrey told us.”
Mordred many talents could sense beings crossing through time. The traitor was hiding on Moon Isle. “If you do not I might let Verona give you another mark or find your faith as old Maggie
Her eyes widen! “So, the rumor is true!”
Mordred grabbed her arms. “What was true?”
“Morganna enchantment spell is fading off, no thanks to her.”
An image of Morganna tied up in the tower appeared before my eyes. My eyes narrowed. “She was lying. Nicholas!”
The dark shadow appeared next to Mordred with a golden dagger, I pushed him away. A blue mist formed around me as I vanished.
Adora let out an evil laughter, “She’s his at last.”
Bailey shield vanished, his eyes met the brunette woman who destroyed his sister those many years ago. 
“She will never be his.” Aaron stepped forward, Adora vanished.

Okay, in this chapter I wanted to shake things up a little with Verona disappearing act. It seems that Verona cannot stay in one place for long.  

Now, to the next chapter, before I decided  to delete one or two paragraphs. 

 

My Writing: Chapter 20

Okay, after rewriting and deleting paragraphs in this Chapter, I decided to leave this Chapter alone for now. But never know with me.

Chapter 20: The Puzzle(I might keep this title. But never know me.)
“I see you’re still the same, Mordred. I should be asking why do you have my little cousin here?” Bailey Silverstone folded his arms. “Verona, we’re in the Dragon’s Lair on Moon Isle.”
My heart thumps fastest. “What! I thought I was in Sherwood Forest..” I glanced towards Mordred puzzled face.
Mordred eyed the elder man in disbelief. How could it be possible? Did he hear him correctly. “Your cousin?”
It’s true Mordred. A distant voice echoed.
“Yes, she’s my cousin.” His brown eyes glared towards Mordred, then towards Verona.” Are you okay, Verona? What is this nonsense of Sherwood Forest?”
“It’s not nonsense Bailey.” A wave of dizziness came over me. “Oh no! I have to help them.”
You will, but you need to bring them together.
“Together?” I gazed towards the silver aura behind Nicholas.
“You must find the thirteen keys.”
In a trance like state, I said, “Only the thirteen keys and its’ guardians can destroy the creature of an ancient time.” I stood in a golden field surrounded by a temple and crystal water. The sky was greenish, the wind kept blowing furiously through my hair making it tough to concentrate on the scenery.
“Sh**!” Mordred felt a powerful presence. “You know of this!”
“What?” I glanced towards Mordred Nicholas stunned face.
Bailey grabbed Mordred’s shirt collar. “What kind mind game are you playing with her?”
A gust of wind pushed Bailey away from Mordred. “Do not touch the Forest Spirit guardian’s son!” A Female voice echoed.
My body shook, a wave of nausea came over me. “Is this another trick?” I was holding my stomach in so much pain.
 “No Mother,” Mordred took her hand. My heavens she doesn’t realize her true power! “Do not faint!”
“What did you call her?” Bailey roared, his inner beast came alive.
“My mother.” Mordred sensed the beast awaken, “Watch it Hunter, you do not want to over stay your visit.”
No, His real mother was… “You’re lying.”
“He is not lying.” I held up my hand, palm facing out. 
“My goddess, you’re one of us!” Gibson called out loudly. “The blade of truth is imprinted in her palm.”
“Well, not one of our kind, but…” Tristan said frankly.
“Tristan, no time for your joke.” Gibson said, elbowing him in the ribs.
 “Verona, you have lots of explaining.” Bailey stated in a serious tone. Then realized someone was lacking here. “Wait, where is Ar-William Scotts.”
My eyes widened in surprise. What?
Before Mordred could react, a fist found his jaw. He glared towards the owner.
“What are you doing with my Guinevere!” His downcast eyes were a dark with fury. After Modron delayed him. He hurried towards Mystic Lake, hoping Verona was in that location. 
“She is not here.” Vivian said in a depressed tone, “She is in the Dragon’s Lair with Mordred.”
He looked at her with suspicious eyes. “Why are you helping, Vivian?”
“It’s a long story.” She smiled, “Besides, Guinevere is much mature than her older self. Why not asks Sarah, whom the Forest Spirit guardian?”
A mist formed around him and now he bore in the Dragon Lair. What he saw shocked him .
Tristan, Gibson, Mordred and Bailey stared towards him.
I glanced towards Merlin, his aura was stronger. “Merlin, how did you get here?”
“D….., Verona.” Bailey shook his head in disbelief, “Merlin is trapped somewhere. This is..”
“Who are you?” His secret was out.
“My family has been guarding his stone of wisdom for centuries.” Bailey roared, “You should know this Arthur Pendragon Plantagenet!”
No! My legs buckled. He pulled me into his strong, well-built arms, I am lost in words. 
The sight of two couple meeting, dancing, driving horses and dueling came to my head. Warmth surrounds me. “Arthur.” I whispered in a low tone. “It’s been a long time.”
“My Sweet, Guinevere.” He embraced me.
“No, my name is Verona.” I stepped away from him. 
You had many names and lives, but three you must remember now. A child echoed.
“Still stubborn my love.” He whispered in my ear.
“Of course Arthur.” I turned towards Mordred, who now sported a bruised jaw. I stepped next to him. “You have a bruised.” 
“It will heal, M-Verona.” Mordred said removing her hand from his face. “This isn’t the first time he throws a punch.” 
I turned towards Arthur. “You don’t have to be jealous of him.” 
“I am not jealous of my son.” Arthur said with a serious face.
“Finally, he admits I am his son.” Mordred folded his arms.
 “Careful Mordred.” Arthur warned.
“Don’t even touch him, Arthur.” I gave him my best glare.
“Someone finally takes my side.” Mordred said.
“Why did you not tell me!”Oh boy! Mother or not, she is one steamed brunette. He inched away from her. “Oh, for Pete sake, get a hotel room.” he mumbled to his father.
My eyes widen, I glanced from father and son. Why had I not discovered the similarity. Something in the exchange triggered a memory for me. “It was you in the chair.” I realized, “Why did you lie?”
“An enchantment spell.” 
Mordred glanced towards his father, his aura was a mix color. Damn! He was shielding his true form. Which meant..
Bailey Silverstone roared, “Someone better start talking.” 
“I will explain later, Hunter.” Mordred said, “Now, why has Modron resurfaced.”
“No, telling what Morganna was up too.” Gibson mumbled.
“He was my English teacher.” I glanced towards Arthur. “Who brought me to Nottingham?” 
“I have no idea.” He shook his head, “Maybe Vivian.”
“No.” Mordred meet Verona’s puzzled expression, “Do you remember what happened?”
“We were in Nottingham at a cottage.” I avoided Arthur’s stare, “My employer said something I did not care to hear.” 
Why were you in Nottingham Verona? A distance voice echoed
An image of a wooden bridge and a huge deeply tanned hand with a strange designed bracelet on their left wrist reached for me. 
I glanced towards the figure face only Bailey interrupted my concentration.

Okay, I am saying good-bye to this Chapter, before I find something wrong with it.  Anyway, in this Chapter I wanted to reveal Verona and Merlin secrets. Merlin may have a few more secrets.