My Writing: On Vacation

I am going a long vacation where there is no internet connection, I will hopefully be back but do not know when. So much to say but little time on this computer. Everything messed up. 😵😵😵

If I do not reply on comments I will as soon as everything get back to normal.

 

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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. ☹

 

One

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.     🤔

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 :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 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.

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: 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. 

 

2015 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

I like to give a huge Thank you to all of my followers!

and Happy New Year!  🙂

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,600 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 43 trips to carry that many people.

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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: 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.