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My Life Experience: Living with Secrets

“Secrets can tear a person apart or make them stronger in determination.”
Sometimes, it is better to keep secrets. But other times, it is beneficial to let it out.


Now, I realize some will disagree with me on my secret and topic. Many will doubt and look the opposite way.  I am okay with this truth. Everyone has their personal view about the title.  (I know I repeated on the subject of disagreement, that’s  how difficult it is for me. But I have let it out.)

What is my secret?  

Sorry, my secret is painful to write or talk about. But it is time for me to go for now. Until my next post the reveal of my secret. If I do not chicken out.

 

Always remember to hug those you cherish the most.

 

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My Life Experience: A Brief Summary

Someone suggested I share my life experience with a few people. I hesitated, I am not one to share my life story with just anyone. My few friends do not know of my life experience or the secrets I keep.

But how does one write about their life experience?

When there were so many things, I did not experience. But should have in life.  The joy of meeting someone special or parenthood.

Anyway, I have decided to write a short post. Not too short or long.

 I have seen sorrows, disaster, and dishonesty. But I kept pushing forward.

  I have seen sorrows, disaster, and dishonesty. But I kept pushing forward. 

Until next time…  Have a nice weekend.

Remember to hug those precious to you.

 

 

My Life Experience: A New Blog Post Title

I have a new title for my blog posts. But I am hesitant. It will be different from all the posts I have written. I like to apologize ahead of time.
Yes, it is will be on a difficult subject, which changed how I have seen things.
Some of my family members will disagree with my posts. But it is my life. I am taking a big step with my new title. I am also taking it slow and editing a lot of my writing.

 

The most difficult thing is realizing the truth I found out the hard way.

 

Always hugs those who are special to y’all🌹

 

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 ☺

A Visit From My About Page

I was looking over some of my posts, which brought me to my About page.  I realized I needed to do another rewrite.  Oh yes, I am sharing my first name.

This Cajun gal is a creative writer/blogger, whom loves creating stories. When she is not writing, she is reading anything she can find interesting. (I need to catch up on my reading.) or outdoors enjoying a Southwest Louisiana evening. She has a passion for photography and genealogy.

 

One determined Cajun gal. ~Verna Rose~

photo of myself

Last year for my  B-day, I did not take no photo, nor wrote about being 41.  But I have these two lovely photos of myself.

 

Now, I think this describes myself a little better. But never know with this Cajun gal, I might do a rewrite later on.

 

 

 

 

 

My Writing: My Final Poem

Okay, I have to admit as sudden as my poetry writing mood appeared, it suddenly faded away. Until next time…

Last but not least. A poem about fear.. In my case job hunting.

Last but not least. A poem about unknown fear..

~~Her Fears Into The Unknown~~
She enters the dark forest with fear
Each steps she takes, she hears
Screams and echoes, “Don’t go!”
“You should not be here.”
But she keeps going farther
Into the dark forest
A mist forms around her
She hears a very low sound
She steps into the center of the forest
Everything is quiet now
Has she found what she’s
Been searching for at last?
She reaches a crystal case
There, a young maiden sleeps
She hears a weep as the crystal case
Melts from the touch of her fingertips
Now, she sees the fair maiden’s face
And recognize herself.
Her eyes open, the dark forest
Turns into a golden forest.
She has overcome her deepest fears
Into the unknown…
©V. ROSE DEMET ™2016

Have a great weekend.   🙂

 

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: 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 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.