Saturday, September 17, 2016

girls supporting girls

just a good friend of mine


Chances are, you may have a friend who's changing genders. One classmate, that I've always thought the coolest, especially, in her Goth days is now Eli. Its amazing how he made the changes so drastically and of course, it was easiy to follow his lead. I didn't see a trace of Kelsey, anymore. Although, I didn't really know it was coming. Still, I'm glad he made the changes he did. Granted, I don't see him everyday, but I do feel his lifestyle is fitting and we have remained friends.

I also have a co-worker who is trans and we've had to adjust to a new name. Emily. Perhaps, this was the hardest for me. 

I dunno how many times, I've been asked if Geoff was my husband. Finally, I shrugged and thought..oh, just my work husband. 

Still, I knew he wasn't happy in his relationship. I kept thinking if Geoff found a guy to date, he would be so much happier. But, that wasn't it at all.

No, the hormones have made Emily moody. She told us it would, in a meeting. As the months rolled  on in to a new season, so did the body changes happen. Then the dresses and the high heels. Honestly, Emily has a fantastic wardrobe. Even... if everything is pink.

But, I shall confess its the hardest to still think of Geoff as Emily. 

Maybe, I miss that guy. Although, we didn't get along when he was Geoff, and we don't always get along when she is now Emily. 

The truth is, friends are going to fuss. A day or two of silence. And then Emily will say, "Lets do lunch." Then I'm in. As always I do the driving. Emily loves to try new places.

Emily says her relationship is more solid than before. Although, I'm still not sure what Geoff's former girlfriend would say to that. Now they are roommates.

Its not always easy to support your friends, but you have to try. Listen. You never know, you might find out who they really are.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Day 5

Day 5: A World Where Sharks Swim In The Forest...And You/Your OC Is Lost In The Woods

Day 5 Writing Challenge

I thought for sure he'd know what to do, by the looks of him. However, Blackie was a city boy, through and through.

"You, were the one who wanted to go all this way... to the country." Blackie turned to me as if I'd really taken us off the beaten path this time.

"What were we going to do?" I looked back at him bug-eyed. "Haven't you listened to the news?"

Here we'd go again, fuss our way to Tenbucktoo, evidently. Yeah, everything Blackie and I did was an adventure.

We'd met during a brownout last summer. There had been a driveby and we'd watched it unfold while we were eating melting Popsicles on the street. Unfortunately, neither one of us were all that smart when it came to remembering anything.

A little weed, might have had something to do with it. But hey, some really terrible s h i t   was happening these days in the city.

"Juno, you were just making it up." Blackie shook his head. "It was only a tornado." At the moment it was clear skies and an open road. In fact, we weren't fighting traffic, after all these miles.

"ONLY A TORNADO!" I shot back. No way was I gonna share my MONSTER drink with Blackie now. "I told y o u  what I saw!"

"Well, I hadn't seen one since we left." He sighed as his knuckles shown white, steadying the stirring wheel in his faithful black jeep named Elsa.

"You, never know when it might happen." How many times did I need to go over this, with this man-boy of mine? "Its even on the Internet."

Naturally, Blackie didn't give it much thought. His dark hair whipped in the wind. Onward, we'd go to the BLACK HILLS. His Gramps lived out that way. After all, Blackie was born in Rapid City.

He claimed life was slower there.

"Ain't no way ...a SHARK would get us." He sighed, mostly talking to himself.

I didn't believe him. Not after all those hurricanes that whipped the East Coast and brought so much danger, wind and rain. Even to the heartland.

"Do we even know where we are?" At least it was sunny. I took a good look out of the window.

Of course, Blackie didn't answer me. Finally, he pulled over, in a wooded area.

"I need to pee." He shut off the engine and went to do his business.

Time was just so slow. Damn, he was gone an awful long time.

Finally, I got out to stretch my legs. It was a long ride from Omaha. Even my shoulders ached.

I did a little workout, wondering if he was doing a number two, too.

He wasn't anywhere in sight. so I walked back into the woods. Finally, I saw the back of him in the clearing.

Then, out of the corner of my eye...THERE IT WAS. In the sky. A SHARK.

I couldn't say a word. Where was E.T. when I needed him? Still, I couldn't even moan nor move.

"Huh?" Blackie finally looked over his shoulder.

I  pointed to the sky. Blackie looked up as he snapped pants.

"RUN!" He was coming toward me. In fact, Blackie grabbed me, as I watched a shark snap into an aimless Buffalo on the horizon.

Monday, August 29, 2016


Day 2: Think Of A Book That Isn't Written The Way You Might Usually See, Straight Through. An Example Might Be Shark Girl by Kelly Bingham. Write In A Style You Might Usually Not, Any Way You've Ever Thought Of Trying Or Anyway You Have Found Interesting...

TOP.ART.SET-Day 2 Writing Challenge


I was thinking now, he might be a right nutter. Or was that me? Yeah, I'd gone off to the WestEnd, hoping for some miraculous results, I suppose. That's what you get when you chase a dream.

Ste has that kind of longing face. You know, where you can't wait to see what its really about.

Now I felt I knew too much. It was a bit of luck to catch the train back. Although, my stomach rumble now. Possibly, my insides churned. I guess I might not ever be the same again.

I didn't want to think of last night. The drinks. The cheers. Yeah, it was a boys club, all right. Not a bit romance, you know. Just WILD BOYS with the old literature professor at the helm.

I sat back on my seat, hardly remembering any of it. My head throbbed into the rhythm of the heart of the train, as it rolled along. It was like saying goodbye, but to what?

I pushed my head to the glass of the carriage window, watching the houses roll by. then out of nowhere it appeared to me. Like some clue of last night. The clump of clothing in the grass.

I winced hard. Was I even here then? What if I was?

I gritted with a wince, thinking of last night. How many pubs did we exactly do? I felt as if I'd been in a cheering squad then. Making the rounds. Boasting claims of splendor.

Truly, I didn't find what I was searching for.

My Ste was not my kind, after all. What I knew now, that I wished I'd known then.

Yeah, he's easy on the eyes, selfish and truly full of crap.

I sighed, thinking its just as well I dunno him. Yet, I thought I knew what I wanted.

If only this ache in me would subside.

Bur the lump of clothing on the ground comes back to me. As if I would know. I would have to know?

Only, I think I'll puke instead, hoping there isn't a line at the loo.


Saturday, August 27, 2016

Day 4

Day 4: Write A Story Inspired By A Dream You've Had. (I've had this reacquiring dream for years.)

Day 4 Writing Challenge

We were never friends, but I could have fallen in a deep love, in a heartbeat. His smile was dazzling and he went to the University. He visited his aging parents on the weekends at a farm near my grandmother's house. Yes, Quinton was a charmer. Although, I never knew what he majored in.

And then one night, I awoke and he was at the screen door. Perhaps, it was early morning. My grandmother wasn't home. It was strange to see him there so early, but the sun illuminated his presences. His smile, not quite right.

I looked to see if the screen door was latched. It wasn't. Before I could shut the door, he was already in the livingroom. And the butcher knife flashed before him. He held it in his fist as if the knife was his friend, but I wasn't.

"I'm here to get you." His teeth shown, "Don't you want to play?"

 Maybe he was a vampire, but I didn't wait to find out, I ran, breathless toward the dining room. Somehow, the dinning room was much longer than I ever imagined. Yet, I was almost in his grasp.

I almost made it to the backdoor, but the knife came over me when he grabbed me from behind. He held the knife to my throat. "Isn't it fun?" He taunted, but I could hardly breathe, as I wondered how many minutes of my life were left. Finally, he put me down as if someone took over his body.

"I was only playing." He smiled with satisfaction, as if I better pay attention.

Next time, I thought for sure I'd been mistaken by his presence before. Although, his smile said it all. "I've come to take you out."

"What?" I was shocked. Still not sure to let him in. There was the fat butcher knife in his hand, as if he might have brought me a bouquet of flowers this time. from behind his back.. NOT. He brought it over my head this time.

I fought. Holding back the knife as much as I could in our passionate struggle. Still, the knife found my chest. I winced until I could think no more. It seemed my screams could never be heard.

Finally, he looked at me as if to wake me up from this tragedy. "Maybe, you'll do better in the future." Quinton looked doubtful as he let me go.

Naturally, I wasn't exactly ready for him, the next time. But there he was waiting for me. Only, not for long. My footing was better this time. I knew exactly where the butcher knife was kept in the kitchen.

Except, the drawer was stuck and when I did open it, the knives pricked my finger. Even in blood, I knew what I had to do.

Yes, it was I who had the knife this time.


Day 3: Unrequited Love. Write About The Emotions Felt And/Or The Aftermath. Does Not Have To Feature You.

Day 3 Writing Challenge

I was certain I'd faint in front of you. I almost did on the sidewalk near the old drug store. I was eating an apple, your head was in a book. Naturally, it was Harry Potter, and you were wearing your own Harry Potter attire. I smiled. You didn't notice. And then something happened. I practically fell in front of you, and you caught me.

Yes, it was so miraculous. You smiled. I'd never seen you smile before. Nor seen your beautiful fingers reach for me. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" Those intense eyes of yours still get to me.

"Nothing." I was closed mouth about it. I knew it would mean nothing to you.

Soon, we sat next to each other in class. Maybe a few knew I adored you. After all, it was me..who gave you all those treats. I was afraid your brain wouldn't work properly if you didn't have a sucker, here and there... waiting for you, at your locker. Yes, I even figured out the combination  and filled it with anonymous love notes.

I guess I was a stalker and didn't really know it.

But you laughed at my essay answers. You found it hilarious to read them aloud to the class. You also told me I couldn't spell, either. Only, it didn't matter. I'd made you smile. I'd made you laugh. That alone was a feeling of joy to great heights I'd never felt. While my other friends were thinking of dates at the movies with fellows they'd met online. A few of those guys were almost a decade older than you.

I didn't care. I'd rather think of you. I didn't care to go to a party or drive around town with guys who were already in college.

No, maybe you were my savior of sorts. Maybe, even a genie in a bottle. Yes, I thought of you every night when I went to sleep. What adventures would we go on tonight?

I heard you once, arguing with your younger brother. You even swore, which I couldn't believe. Devin would know such words?

And then..that one time, you were all alone in a closet by the science lab, going at it with words of thunder. I'd never know just who you were angry with.

Of course, I did get sidetracked back then. I accidentally, started seeing the blond afro-guy who would later be killed in a car-wreck.

I'm not sure it was actually a romance. He confessed his love, right away. I must have been dumb-founded.

Yes, I knew how he wanted to kill himself. I couldn't reject him. But you would never know this.

Still, it would have been good to know why someone so different would like me, and you didn't.

He said I was a good listener. And there I'd waited so long to listen to you.

When I look back now, I know I never really knew you. Maybe you were never quite as smart as I thought you were. Possibly, you were an idiot, after all.

Word Count: 513

Friday, August 19, 2016

Writing challenge

Day 1: A Magic Room And Your OC. Think About: What Is The Room? What Kind Of Person Is Your Character? What Is In The Room/What Does The Room Do?


Avi always liked the old church, only he wasn't Catholic. In fact, he wasn't sure he was religious, at all. Still the old place was like a magnet. He'd discovered it while out on a bike ride.

True, it was trashed and much of the statues were coated with earthy residue, but it felt like home. Although, he didn't spend much time in the sanctuary. No, the heart of the place was the attic which wasn't all that noticeable from the inside. In fact, it took quite a few trips to discover the haven.

He'd slipped into the old place when he'd failed the test his mom was certain would change his life. No way, would he ever be the student she wanted him to be.

Instead, he felt a calm refuge here. Yes, he could sleep with such calmness in the old attic, full of ancient books.

Of course, he didn't disturb them, at first. He was certain he could make a home here, if given the chance.

But there was work at the little grocery store and deliveries to make with the newspapers.

Avi was certain he might be the oldest newspaper boy in town. Awkward and ordinary. It was amazing he existed at all. There was nothing clever about him. Perhaps, it was his own doing.

Still, he'd found the attic, his home away from home. It was as if it was calling his name. Dank, dark and such a mystery, like an archaic library.

Clearly, he didn't know why he came, everyday. Perhaps to sleep. To be alone, away from a nagging mother who wanted more than he could offer.

And then one day, he awoke, noticing the glowing book in the dust.

Anyone, would tell him he'd surly die here in the old moldy place. But it was clear to him, he could see his name on the book.

When he opened it, the first page read in huge letters I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU.

This thrilled and frightened Avi, at the same time. What could it mean? Should he run or should he stay?

Before he could ponder much about it, through the cracks of the shelves of timeworn books, something shimmered, maybe slivered. And then she appeared to him, so golden with majestic wings.

"Where are you going, Avi?" She said.

As much as Avi wanted to look away, he couldn't. She was mesmerizing.

"Don't leave me now." Her voice was sweet and haunting, but did he dare trust it?

Oh, she might as well have been an amber, waiting to light his heart. His soul ached for adventure. Avi knew he'd found it, and she existed in the walls of this old church.

word count: 450

Thursday, August 18, 2016

round 5

GRACE'S CONTEST//Round 5//Ellie


GRACE'S CONTEST//Round 5//Ellie

DATE: 8-11-16
WRITING: Fiction // Short

|| bohemian girl ||

I don't think I ever knew them. They gave me a name. That was about the extent of it, and the rein of the garden.

Yes, when I was younger the invisible friends would come for a tea-party, perhaps. Sometimes, they would stay the night and tell me of places I had not been.

I know they were only stories now, in my head. But... it was never a lonely place.

Oh, if I'd met a prince..I doubt my problems would be over. As it was... the years wore on. The fights. The fires. No water. No food. Yet the stars prevailed long after the garden died.

And the old Indian found me. In another life he was younger. Now he was older. Probably not wiser. If I hadn't won that game around the campfire, he'd probably sold me to the Frenchman.

Can't say I'm lucky. Maybe all the secrets are still in the garden. How did I not know? Life was so good then.


[ Extra Credit Round 5 ]

•Color theme: Your favorite color!
{yes, I like blue and browns and earthy colors, as well as pink}

•Scenes from writing in set: (like, if your writing describes the ocean have a picture of the ocean in the set)

•Fillers: A cactus, a waffle, pearl earrings, a lace bralette, paint.

•Hashtag in set: ( #contestbyGrace ) (The hashtag must be in the actual set, not the description. Otherwise you will receive no points.)

•Photos: A painting by Vincent Van Gough, a bridge, a shirt collar, a greenhouse, a campfire.

Live Well

To everything...turn..turn..turn..

Recently, I was talking to a teacher friend about how she gets organized before the fall. Of course, she has to get ready earlier than most. Still, a lot of us are getting ready for school. It might be time for lots of new things. Even a lunch box.

She says she does lot projects around her apartment. For starters. Its good to think ahead before its sweater weather. Time to go through those closets.

My other friend takes many of her nicer items (she doesn't want to wear anymore) to a consignment shop. Remember, to find out their rules if you want to sale your clothes.

Of course, some of us.. are out bargain hunting. Every year, I start my hunt for the perfect cardigan. Usually, its thrifted. I look for clothes I feel most comfortable in, around the apartment. Some years, are better than others, for this hunt.

Recently, I found an item that has been on my list for ages, a scarf that will take me through fall into winter. Also, I use it for a pattern. I like to crochet for the most part, and it makes a great visual to work from. I found a gigantic knitted scarf on clearance at FOREVER21. It was a nice surprise. I wasn't even looking for one.

Seriously, its this time of year to make sure to get those annual things done. All sorts of check-ups, from your health to your car. Its good to think ahead.

I live in the mid-west and sometimes, fall feels more like an Indian summer, don't want to be caught in a freaky blizzard. So I try to have new windshield wipers and carry a blanket and a flashlight in the trunk.

So its never too late to make those lists, de-clutter and make life easier for when those changes do happen.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

First Love

@gracefullyfalling ~ #contestbyGrace
DATE: 7 - 21 - 16
ROUND: four
WRITING: fiction short

|| First Love ||

We would never be friends. It was the first thing he said on my arrival at the farm, so many summers ago. In fact, he locked the screen door so I couldn't get in. Then I did the same, when I had a chance. We were two cousins never wanting to know, exactly how we got there.

Chance let it slip. Yes, it was a threat by the waterfall. He said he'd drown me, like his father drowned his mother. Dunno, if that's true or not, but it kept me on my toes. That was the summer I thought Chance was the meanest boy I ever met.

Still, we made ice cream soup, even tried the dog's food, which we claimed tasted like toast. Sometimes, we got hungry when all there was to eat, but turnip greens and cornbread. Yet, we survive. Sun beating down. Oh, could we sweat, carrying those rocks to the edge of the field.

And then, we got it in our heads, we could work together. We could find our own forest. Make our own fort.

He was a pirate, I was not quite his princess. Still, I was his partner in summer. Especially, on stage, in the woods. Our stories came alive. We were actors, following each other's lead. We were each others stars.

And I loved him then. And I love him now.

Those days are long gone. I moved to the city. The farm got sold. But no matter where I go, I know there is only one love so brilliant and divine. It has nothing to do with kisses, yet vibrant and alive. First LOVE.


[ Extra Credit Round 4 ]

•Color theme: Forest Colors (green, brown, ect.) {yes}

•Scenes from writing in set: (like, if your writing describes the ocean have a picture of the ocean in the set) {yes}

•Fillers: Lavender, tickets, hairspray, toast/bread, poetry book. {5/5}

•Hashtag in set: ( #contestbyGrace ) (The hashtag must be in the actual set, not the description. Otherwise you will receive no points.) {yes}

•Photos: A waterfall, a field, the sky, an old truck, a tent. {5/5}

-Ellie @elliewriter

Monday, August 8, 2016

Connor meets Jess

Connor Meets Jess

Connor could hear the roar of the wheel on the pavement, already. But where was it coming from? He went in to the COME & GO to get out of the hot humid night air. It was as if he'd walked into a meet locker.

Of course, now he didn't know what he wanted, but he walked down to the drinks selections and let his eyes wonder.

It had been a rotten summer.

1. He'd lost his girl Bree to some nerdy boy with curls.
2. Nothing seemed to satisfy him, lately. Maybe that was why he was a lone dog that walked the streets at night.
3. His parents still didn't know he existed. They were mega-financial woes, over his brother's trial.
4. Some things didn't change.

And then, he heard the slight alarm of someone coming into to the convenient store. It was a girl with her long board.

He didn't know how she could handle a huge skateboard, since she was so lanky yet small.

He sighed and almost smiled. It was like watching the circus come to town. She couldn't be from around here.

Suddenly, she was next to him reaching for a tall MONSTER drink.

"What?" Her dark eyes practically cornered him. Connor could barely breathe. After all, there was something about her natural beauty.

"Nothing." Connor barely croaked.

"You look sad." She told him.

Connor remained mute. Maybe he was. Suddenly, he decided to reach for a MONSTER drink too. She smiled.

Before he knew it, she was shaking his hand and telling him, her name was Jess.

"Uh," Connor cleared his throat. "Um..I'm Connor."

"Uh-huh." She was drinking the drink before they got to the counter.

Connor guessed, the least he could do, was to pay for her drink. He sighed as he watched her leave. He hesitated, but finally followed.

"Thanks." She said before she inhaled most of the drink.

Connor nodded. He couldn't drink that fast. The drink was so tangy, but god awful sweet.

"Want to go to a party?" She said after she crunched the can with her bare hand and tossed it the recycling bin.

"A party?" He looked at the long board she was holding.

"Um, I kind of need a ride. I guess." Her smile was open.

"Oh really?" He looked at her, wishing he was done with the drink, but he took another sip.

"Yeah, give my baby a rest." She shrugged.

"Oh." He guessed she meant the skateboard. Connor scratched the back of his head, thinking he really should think this through.

"Where?" He wanted to know.

She pressed a smile. "There's this show, at an old factory, down by the river."

Before he could let her know the true geek he was, who never took dare. "Let's go." He shrugged as if the sweet poison he'd just drank had turned him into a prince of coolness.

She smiled more, and he knew he was right where he wanted to be.

At first, he was certain he couldn't find the place. Soon enough, on the graveled road, they could hear the music's beat pulse in the dark of night.

Yeap, it was a party alright. What wasn't tore up in the abandoned building already, a few had taken to the canvass with spray cans. There was a whole lot of art going on. Connor had never seen anything, quite like it.

And there was dancing. Jess pulled him as he watched her hips sway. There was something tantalizing about her. For once, Connor wished he knew her spirit. He needed that life pulsing through him.

Yes, she was living. Something he was neglecting to do..until now.