My Writing: Huntingdom’s Manor

I will try to post updates on my writing twice a week, if the internet allow me to. Not fun when it goes out. ☹

 

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Huntingdom’s Manor

Remember me as I am not what I have become, my sweet love.

His words echoed in mind, as I stirred from a deep sleep.

Tick! Tick! Snap! What in the world? I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar

room.

Bells shriek in my head. Where am I?

Someone stirred in a mahogany chair near the fireplace.

Curious, I slipped off the bed.

Wow! I glanced towards the handsome dark-haired stranger asleep in a

sitting position.

Who is he? Fear spread over me. Did we?

“No, my gentlewoman.” His roguish blue eyes met mine.

Why does his accent sound odd? light-headed and weak, I grabbed the chair.

Two strong arms wrap around my waistline. “Easy, you were injured in the

forest.”

What forest?

No matter how hard I could not remember.

“W-where am I?”

“We are in Huntingdom manor.” His blue eyes met mine.

“Huntingdom?” A chill rushed through my arm

“Yes, are you not familiar with the manor?”

Remember! A voice command.

Pain spread through my head. “Ouch!”

“I will get old Merlin.” He informed. “He will check your wounds.”

Merlin?

Strange, she does not recognize him. He gazed towards her Why did she

arrive here?

“Sure.” My eyelids felt heavy.

Blurry images and voices surrounded me.

You need to remember them! A male stated.

“My sweet goddess!” A stranger stated.

My eyes fluttered open.

Blue eyes met mine.

She is beautiful. “Do you know her?” He asked the other stranger.

“No, should I?”

I kept my eyes lower and quiet.

“Lancelot!” He resents his friend sarcastic remark.

He met someone. Ouch! I shrank.

Who did he meet? A gruff male voice answered.

Oh my, her energy is disappearing. “You are in pain?” He acted fast.

His icy fingers touched my temple, I straighten.

“I am checking for pain.” He pointed out. “I found it.”

Warmth surrounded me.

A dark aura appeared and hissed.

“Leave here!” He commanded.

In seconds, the aura disappeared.

Memories raced through my mind.

Oh my goodness the whirl! My heart skipped a beat.

“I will find you, Verona.” A familiar voice echoed

“Your thoughts returned, my beloved child.” He proclaimed.

“Sorcery?” Lancelot glanced towards her.

“Where the stranger from earlier?” I inquired.

Da–! She remembers.

“Who?” Merlin stated. “No, I know the person.”

~~~End of Chapter One ~~~

~~~Note~~~

The name is Huntingdom’s Manor . I  am using a different  name  but auto-correction seems to think it’s Huntingdon  with letter  n.     🤔

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My Writing: Prologue

I  have decided to share a little of my work-in-progress,  Now, I  have checked for grammar error with Grammarly and Ginger more time than ever, But I could have overlooked some mistakes in misspelling . But never know with me.

 

Prologue

Trap

~~◊◊~~

The one who holds the key shall suffer heartaches and betrayal..

In secrecy, I studied the royal family who mingled with

aristocrats and their spouses. A traitor is among us. I held my

weapon hilt beneath my cloak.

A dark-haired aristocrat glanced my way.

Who is he?

You must protect him. Answered, a woman in my conscience.

A queasy feeling settled within my stomach. I gazed towards the

ceiling.

Blazing eyes met mine. We meet once more, Princess.

No, how is it possible?

Grr! A low revolted sound formed in my colleague.

A whirlwind encircled us.

“What is transpiring?”

“I will find you, my Love!”

I met his violet eyes. Now you call me, your love!

Do not be stubborn, Verona!

“A-!” The cyclone dragged me from my companion’s forearm.

~~~End of Prologue ~~~

I had to share this old photo shot of my childhood neighborhood. Yes, it’s out in the country

Have a great week!

My Writing: Fears and Doubts

After many months I have finish editing and proofreading. Now, the scary part is asking friends, family member and Beta Readers to read. 😱

 

Yikes! The self doubts kicks in with the what if questions, which turned my head upside down. 😵

Does this look like the face of someone who has lots of stuff on their  mind.  I  only had two cups of Hazelnut coffee on that day.

This is me. I am not like anyone else but I do have feelings and words does hurt

 

I  am sending everyone a smile.

Here a question: Have anyone ever had doubts on their writing?

 

Have a great weekend 🙂

My Writing :Questions

Since this is about my blog posts.
Have anyone ever heard of Z Publishing House? I am asking because someone from their company emailed me. Stating they found my website Firefly’s Journal and thought I would be interested in submitting some of my writing. I have never heard of them.

If anyone of my followers knows of this company feel free to comment.

 

Have a nice weekend🙂

This photo was one of my favorite from 2016

My Every Day Life: Very Patience

Okay, Here is a question. Ever had one of those days where everything seems to go wrong?

Well, that’s how last week went for me, for four days there was no internet in my home. Was not a Happy Camper 😦

But I did finish writing in my journal. I decided to hand write my story ideas in notebooks, (9 notebooks .)

Oh, the joy of Back to School sales on 70 pages notebooks last month was worth it.  🙂

Anyway, I am glad to be back online.

 

 

I waited patiently for this photo shot.

 

Of course, I have to post this photo shot of my favorite Roses. This year the Roses is not blooming as often as last year.

 

 

 

 

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 photo shot. I might keep on adding poems. But never know with me. 

 

My Writing: The Dreadful Blue Screen

Oh yes, the dreadful blue screen some appearance yesterday. Here is a question. Ever had one of those days where nothing goes right? Well, that’s the case with me yesterday evening. Since it rain all weekend long. I decided to look over my writing one last time, before posting it. But before I could even save my writing correction. A message popped up about the ATI. If I am not mistaken this had something to do with the graphic card. But I could be wrong. Well, anyway, the next thing I saw was that dreadful blue screen. No. I thought not again. This was the second time in one day, it turned blue. I was not a happy camper with this. If it’s not one thing it’s another thing.  I thought.  After, my computer restarted I was able to find my writing again. Now,  I can go back to editing my chapters.

 

Of course, I had to put a photo shot of the blue clouds just before the rain started.  I think this photo shot came out okay. But not my best photo shot.

 

Just before the rain started. The Egrets were flying around the Rice.

Have a nice week!  🙂

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

My Photo: Say What!

Okay, I was reading all of my favorites blog posts, earlier when I noticed the little orange dot on top of my page. Well, I clicked on the orange dot and had to look twice. Now, I know I gets likes on my posts. But I never would have thought it would say this.

Your current tally is 1,344..

 

Anyway, I like to  say Thank you!!!  To all of my followers, whom been reading and liking my posts since the beginning and to everyone, whom started following me also.   🙂

 

Of course, I have  more of my favorites photo shots. I taken in the past few years.

 

I Think This Is A Sparrow

This was taken on a very cold day,  I have to cut the photo to get a closer look of this little bird. I think it’s a Sparrow. I am not quite sure.

Can you tell this is really a white rose? ©V.ROSE DEMET ™2014

 

No matter how stressful it is a fresh rose always bring a smile to my face.

Does Blackberry Dumplings Sound Good? ©V.ROSE DEMET ™2014

Oh yes, the blackberries are out and also the poison ivy

Poison Ivy and I don’t get along well. Found that out last April.

 

A Rainbow To Me Means A

 

 

I Cannot Wait For Fresh Basil Again… It Smells So Good.

 

 

 

Again Thank you!  🙂