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Make It Work

“Find your inner strength. We all have something we’re good at. Something we’re prepared for, even if we don’t realize it. What ignites that fire in you?”

That was when Becky had one dollar to her name.

Joe was right of course. Everybody has something to be fanned from sparks of passion.

Becky had three mouths to feed and an extensive debt to the local sex shop.

“Made it work indeed!” Joe admired Becky’s new business locale. “Mistress Cyan’s Pleasure Room.”

“Number 1 in the city.” Becky smiled, “Want to try it out? No charge for my oldest friend.”

Word Count: 99
Word/Concept: Sisu
For the flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch

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Collide

Once upon a time we collided, as dust against shimmering specters of dust, gods amongst the heavens then. Deep within the earth’s womb, boiling magma against impenetrable mantle, burning away defense mechanisms. Trojan horses against the very walls of heaven you became, melting, molding, galaxies spinning from every shattering sigh.

How could we have seen the way we flowed, you into me, ocean tides unidentifiable against the shoreline. In a rapid, rabid elemental explosion your soul ripped into mine, gently brushing every secret we dared hide. Wrapping them in the wispy, silken age of our souls we stole away pieces of one another. Magnetic, prophetic, we could never hide forever revolving stars in our eyes.

Rapid

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Slow Passions

WordPress Daily Prompt – Surreal

I fell into a dark hole
That took me to another world.
Another dimension,
On the other side of the view
We always enjoyed from the balcony
In that hotel overlooking the bay.
I was floating in a rowboat
With a fisherman’s net
And a head full of sun
As I watched the couple on the balcony
Dance in slow motion,
Against the rising clouds,
Over the slow jazz from the streets.
And I wondered
What it would be like to be loved
Just like that;
A gentle touch on my back,
Or the softest kiss on my neck.
To dance in slow motion,
Against the shadows
Of endless mourning.
Or in the kitchen,
Against the rising heat,
Of the moments
We make when your hands
Stray from my back
Down my hips and
Slowly up my thighs.
But my cheeks are burning
And the sun is setting.
The children will be crying
With a hunger buried deep within.
And there are hands to be bruised;
Knuckles to bleed.
For I’m not loved
In the way that leads us
To dance through the room
With slow passions.

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It Comes with the Territory

WordPress Daily Prompt – Territory

Today I’m breaking the mold. I’m writing an actual blog.

Creative writing is my territory, I’ve been doing it for as long as I’ve been able to write I guess. While other kids were playing barbies and trolls (child of the 80’s/90’s folks) my mom was hauling home boxes of recycled copy paper for me to scrawl little stories across.

After a while I got really savvy and started stapling them into legit little copy paper books. I’m pretty sure my mom still has them.

I remember in one of them a family went on vacation. The two little girls in the back kept asking that dreaded four word question, “are we there yet?” In fact, they asked so much that when they tried to get the parents attention to inform them of an actual issue like, ya know, luggage falling off the top of the car, the parents ignored them.

They finally arrive at their destination to find a trail of spilled suitcases in their wake. Classic. I even drew little pictures. The people were stick figures but come on, I had just penned a masterpiece, the pictures were not my concern.

I did this for years, I wrote stories any time I figured I was about to fail a class. Inevitably the teacher would say I had great talent and pass me. This may explain why I have no firm grounding in math yet am half way through a master’s degree in economics (with a 3.7 thank ya very much).

I never took any formal creative writing classes until my senior year of high school.

Imagine my shock when I barely passed.

How could that be?! I was good at writing! It was the only thing I considered myself to be good at!

I was good at writing but absolute junk at editing. In fact I don’t think I had ever consciously edited anything I wrote. And grammar, commas, semi-colons … oh my. Let’s not discuss those.

The point to all of this is something that has been on my mind pretty heavy lately. That is living with passion. Passion for who you are, for what you’re doing and how you’re doing it.

There is nothing more attractive than that passion for life, for music or art or whatever your poison of choice is.

Everyday we make a conscious choice. We decide, over and over, how we’re going to live; what path we’re going to walk. That choice affects everything, not only ourselves but the things we interact with.

Call me a hippie, I’ll own it, but we’re connected in every way to each other and to the universe around us. We may not fully understand it yet, we may live our entire lives wondering just how exactly it works but there’s no denying that we are.

So my call to action today is this. Own your territory. Find it, love it, embrace it and be passionate about it. Use it for the better, use it for others but most of all, use it for yourself. If you find that one thing, one person, one moment that can light your world on fire, grab it and do not let go.