The 2 A.M. Message!

Continuing with the Creative Writing Challenge for Phoneography Month, I thought I’d also try my hand at today’s challenge: 2 A.M. Photo. The gist is you get a photo text with no words at 2 in the morning. What is the photo and what’s the deal with it? Well, here’s my photo. (It’s not actually mine, I grabbed it off a Google search.)



The pitch black of my room illuminates with the soft light of photographic snow and wolf fur off my cellphone. I walk to the light through the drenched swamps overrunning London and back to my bed, a touch of the gaseous haze lingering in my eyes. A swift reach and the phone is in my hand, held a safe distance from dilated pupils. My focus is drawn to the bus-colored envelope at the top left of the screen; a text message. A quick glimpse to the opposing corner, letting me know that the sender, whoever they are, is going to get a hard kick to the crotch in the morning. Rest my eyes from the still-scorching light and let me fingers do the work, reopen with the expectation of a quickly-read translation.  Instead, I find my stomach growling. There is a simple wooden basket, the kind that could be easily mistaken for a hat box if it were painted. The wicker-woven lid set catty-corner on top, and within a mound of perfectly arranged dim sum. The most lovely and appetizing arrangement of dumplings I have ever seen. All weariness leaves my head, and for a moment I’m in anticipating bliss, until, of course, I realize again that is it 2 in the morning. The name above the divine assortment is the usual culprit to my disturbed nights for the past 7 years, my insomniac boyfriend. Hunger-induced drool fades as the furrow in my brow deepens. I unleash my growing impatience into my well-trained thumbs as the letters appear one-by-one.

What the hell? I’m trying to sleep. Now I’m wide awake and starving. Thanks. -.-

The half-second hesitance before the prepared words become a statement allow a new phrase to caption the decadent picture.

Took my hand at dumplings today. They turned out, so I made you some for when you come over tomorrow. Can’t wait to see you. Love ya!

The strain on my creased forehead loosens into the inevitable smile he always manages to bring me. 7 years, and I’m still surprised. A few flashes of my fingertips and the hesitance is gone as I press SEND.

They look delicious. I can’t wait either. Love you too!


So this has never actually happened. My boyfriend couldn’t make spaghetti the first 5 times without asking me how to cook the ground beef. But this is still the kind of thing he’d do. Except he’d have bought the dim sum, but ah well. Creative writing liberties and all that. ^_^

Impossibility: A List

Haven’t had much inspiration this weekend, along with some car problems that were more than distracting. So today, browsing my followed blogs, I came upon a very fun little Daily Prompt: Impossibility. Here is the prompt:


“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – the White Queen, Alice in Wonderland.

What are the six impossible things you believe in? (If you can only manage one or two, that’s also okay.)

I was quite the ambitious little bunny and managed to think of all six. I’ll give a very brief explanation to each, just because I can and I want to keep typing.

  1. The wounds of life leave no scars.  It is not for us to expect the scars of life to disappear, it is only for us to ignore them until you forget where they were in the first place.
  2. To see ‘equality’ used in the proper context.  The conflict on the topic of equality is one which I still don’t understand. I strive to explain to people that giving others equality is not the same as agreeing with them. They can still be equal to you and have differing views. For once, I’d like to talk with someone who agrees.
  3. Political correctness does not make you right.  I live for the day when political correctness is a cursed phrase.
  4. My novel will be a movie someday.  I think Peter Jackson is the only person besides myself who I’d ever give the rights to direct/produce the movie adaptation of my novel, simply because I am writing the novel as an adaptation of the movie in my head. I do enjoy writing screenplays though, so maybe…
  5. Quality over quantity.  The media is proving just how much more people want quantity and don’t give a damn about quality. Someday that will change. Someday.
  6. An orange white mocha.  I have tried so many times to make this drink a reality. There will come a time that science brings us a substance that keeps milk from curdling when mixed with citrus, and when that times comes, I’ll be there with my mug ready. 🙂


Tomorrow I’ll actually have something creative, I swear! XD Until then!

Abstraction Weekly Writing Challenge: Stems and Exoskeletons


I recently joined The Daily Post @, and their newest weekly challenge is to incorporate your own images into your blog. So I figured, as something new, I’d share the only photographs I’ve ever taken that I’m actually proud of. The above is my personal favorite. I had brought my camera with my while walking one of our foster Norwegian Elkhounds quite a few years ago. Going past one of the trees along the back of our horse paddocks, I saw a tiny touch of red at the base of the nearest oak. On closer inspection, I realized it was a tiny branch still clinging to the trunk, hidden in the crusted grass which my mother had missed while pruning earlier in the day. I scrunched the grass down tight to the ground and took a few shots of the branch, and then gently covered it back up.

It was gone the next day, presumably by a bird looking for a fresh leaf, as my mother only bothered with those back trees once a year. I did a few light blue tint changes to the photo, but for the most part, this is just how the photo came out. There was something strong and vibrant about that little scarlet stem, and despite it only existing for a day, it has stuck with me all these years.

By coincidence, a few weeks later the cicadas started coming out, and I decided to walk around a bit and find some. On the exact same tree as the scarlet stem, I found a shiny new cicada, sitting just an inch from his still-clinging exoskeleton. He was so calm and collected with me there; he even waited for me to return with the camera and get a few great shots in. My two favorite are below. He was so chill, just watching and waiting for me to stop rounding about him in every direction, looking for the right angles. After my photography escapade, he flitted off into the top of the tree, but when I came back past it from walking the pup, I heard a perfect creaking chirp, and I still believe it was the same cicada, buzzed my head and went bounding through the air into the woods beyond our fields. He was a good cicada, and quite a poser. 🙂