Fantastic Friday

It's Friday and that can only mean one thing!  I offer my humble sentences and YOU choose a some for me to turn into glorious paragraphs.

April 10

No matter how long you know someone, they always have a secret.

April 11

Sweat dripped down his face, stinging his eyes.

April 12

I have never been able to find a place in my house where I can curl up with a good book, a drink, and some music and not be found.

April 13

I could have done better if I shat on my hand and spread it on paper!

April 14

Hooded sweatshirts are a blessing and a curse, but only if you use them right.

April 15

It is important to understand the difference between sex and gender.

April 16

“Baby, you’re the BD to my SM.”

Shakespeare was right when he called it a tale told by an idiot.

You’re all about tension and I’m nothing but flexion.




Today has three sentences because I just couldn't bear to break those three up.  I wrote them today at work and just loved all of them.


I eagerly await your sentence verdict. (I'm working OT tomorrow, so definitely won't get them tom but I'll try to have 'em done before the weekend is over.)

Aoede

I would just like to point out that watching Glee does HORRIBLE things for my writing.  I mean, like REALLY bad things.  But I must push through it (read, Glee is loading) to get to work on today's blog post.  Heh... I had some more lyrics written, but I seem to have misplaced the sticky notes so it's a wing and a prayer right now.

Did I mention Glee does bad things?  *shame*

~*~

Aoede leaned against Jane's desk, crossing her arms.  "It's definitely a start.  Don't forget a refrain."  She chuckled to herself.  "We're not writing ballads here."

Jane glanced up at her, then back at her paper.  She felt something tickling at the back of her head and her hand twitched.  It wasn't uncomfortable, just really odd.  "Would you mind going now?  I think I'll work better if you're not staring over my shoulder all the time.  It feels really creepy and... itchy."  Aoede shrugged and vanished.  "And how the hell does she do that?" wondered Jane to herself.

---

Mneme's dark eyebrows rose high over her red wire frame glasses.  "You were gone longer than I expected you to be," she commented.  A small huff of breath puffed a curl of auburn hair off her face.  "Did she actually talk to you, or did you lurk around like you always do?"

"No, we talked.  Though she wasn't happy about me 'just popping in on her,' as she put it.  I can't understand it.  No-one's minded before.  Anyway, she wrote some lines.  And once I calmed her down, she managed to write a few more.  Asked me to leave, though.  Said me being there felt itchy."

"Well, I suppose I can understand that, to an extent.  You are inspiration, your presence might have some side effects.  Probably more so if the person is aware of your presence.  But who knows?  Up until now, we've never really been allowed to directly interact with mortals."

"I suppose you're right."  Aoede sighed and looked around at the cozy apartment she shared with her sisters.  "I'm rather tired.  I think I'll go and rest a bit.  I still have other people to visit today."  Mneme just nodded and turned her eyes back to the paper she was reading.

---

Jane narrowed her eyes at the paper before her.  Having Aoede leave hadn't really helped that itchy feeling.  It was still there, in the back of her head.  Like an itch on your back you can never reach without help.  She wanted to write!  But nothing seemed to follow the vein her song had already taken.  She dropped her pen on the desk and stood, stretching, hearing her back crack all the way down.  "What do you want me to wri...."

She plunked herself back down and picked the pen.  For the next few minutes the room was filled with nothing but the sound of Jane's breathing and the scratch of her pen against the paper.

"Refrain:
The field stands waiting
The waters start rising
And the flood waters flow

V2:
The distant horizon is an orange haze
Burning with a cleansing fire
Destroying and renewing
Waking the land for the coming water."

"Well, I guess that's something," Jane said as the itchy feeling finally subsided.  There were a lot of black marks on the page from where she crossed things out.  "Part of a refrain and a second verse."

Let the words flow like water

Bleagh.  This temp job is draining all the creativity from my soul.  BUT I WILL PERSEVERE!  DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU WILL NOT WIN!  *endminirant*

A sleek shadow,
There at the edge of your vision,
Alternately pacing reclining lurking.
A flash of eyes, slow blinking staring
You feel like a hunted animal
You are just prey, reeking of fear,
Quaking knees, nervous gestures, heart in your throat, tasting your pulse
breathingsofastyou'llpassout
You're not in any wild, untamed place in nature
You're in "civilization"

Don't know where that came from, but I kinda like it.  ^^

Okay, and another belated paragraph.

"That's when you realize you only have one redeeming quality."

Lazy.  Obstinate. Bitch.  Where do you get it from?  Why, from you, dear parent, from you.  I'm human, just like you.  I have your flaws and I have my own.  Stupid.  You act like you're two. I'll never be more than that to you.  Those arguments where you feel like you're more than inferior, that reduce you to helpless tears and make you scream until your throat is raw.  And still you don't get anywhere except tired, and angry, and puffy eyed, and looking for a place to cool down (even if you know you'll still be angry the next day).  Those times when you hurt someone without meaning it.  Or when you do mean it, you're cruel on purpose, crushing someone else so that you might (for a fleeting moment) feel better about yourself.  Ignoring someone just because they're annoying you or because you don't feel like talking to them.  That's when you realize you only have one redeeming quality.  Whatever it is: a good sense of humor, a generous spirit, your own utter lack of perfection, the ability to hold onto yourself in times of adversity... Whatever it is, it makes you you.

Then Friday Tradition Continues

As I've done the past couple weeks, I open these up to you guys.  What do you want to hear about this week?

April 3

I have an almost sexual love for the English language.

April 4

I have seen, sitting atop a hill in Assisi, the sprawling green of the Italian countryside.

April 5

The hard physical labor of planting our garden was more satisfying than any day spent at work.

April 6

It’s the every day gems, those little bits of joy, that make life worth living.

April 7

If you ever have the brilliant idea of scoring an ISAT, forget it if you value your sanity!

April 8

It was like driving through fog as thick as pea soup, only the fog was in my brain.

April 9

That’s when you realize you only have one redeeming quality.

Aoede

Probably getting tired of that title at this point, eh?  ;)  It would probably be a good idea to actually come up with some sort of title for it.  Eh, whatever.  It's time to do some writing!

~*~*~*~

Jane threw down the towel, her hands clenching at her sides.  All her concern was gone, replaced by anger.  "Is that all you came here for?  To look at a few crappy lines on a sheet of paper?  IS THAT ALL I'M GOOD FOR?!"

Aoede jumped from the chair and held her hands out in front of her.  "I'm sorry.  No.  But I felt you writing and I thought I could help you.  Honestly.  I really like what you've got started."

"You didn't think to knock?  Or enter like a normal person?  Or were you just going to stand there, leaning over my shoulder like some kind of psycho, until I noticed you were there?  This is not your world, this is mine, my room, my apartment.  Maybe you were able to do this shit when the Greeks were running around and philosophizing left, right, and center.  But not now."

Aoede pushed her long black her away from her face, blinking her gray eyes in slight confusion.  Never in her long years of inspiring people had she had such a reaction.  Always she'd been able to come and go as she pleased, even now, with all the people concerned about security and whatnot.  Then again, she'd also never really announced herself to one of her charges before.  "I'm... sorry.  I didn't realize you felt that way.  I'm not used to having to, um, announce myself when I look in on one of my charges."  She folded her long pianists fingers and shrugged diffidently.

"Don't ever do it again.  You never know what could be going on while you just decide to pop in!"  Aoede figured she knew what Jane meant, but it had happened before and not phased her in the least.  Why, some people composed their best work while having sex or masturbating.

"Alright, I won't visit you unannounced."  Jane narrowed her green eyes suspiciously, but shook her head.  She tugged on her blond hair and moved to the chair vacated by the muse.  She sank down into it and turned to look at the demigoddess.

"Did you really think the lines were okay?  I mean... they weren't too cheesy?"

Aoede just looked at her.  "Pick up your pen.  I think you should be able to write a few more lines."  Turning back to the desk, Jane did pick up her pen.  She grumbled to herself about bossy Muses who thought they knew everything about writing.  But as soon as she set the pen to paper, the words came.

As she wrote, she spoke them aloud, rolling them in her mouth to feel how they flowed.  "The earth quivers / But even in its fear / It cannot hide itself / From the scouring wind and rain / Which strip away the hope of new life."

Haiku and a Paragraph

We have a star magnolia plant in our front yard and it's current in bloom right now.  And, you guessed it, I walked by it when I leave in the morning and when I come home in the afternoon.  Each time I do, I am compelled to stop and smell its delicate scent.  Thus the inspiration for today's haiku.


The spring flowers bloom / Scent wafts on the cooling breeze / The sun is shining


I do apologize for not getting my paragraph from Friday's sentences out sooner.  But it was a religious holiday, so I suppose its understandable.  Still, I know Alachia is probably waiting for her paragraph and who am I to deny her?  Without further ado, I give you a paragraph.


"Some days I feel more like Pinocchio than a person."

Do you have those days where it feels like nothing is going right?  You're going from fallacy to fallacy, completely and tragically gullible?  And, as a result, everything gets worse.  People will lie right to your face and you won't see it.  Or you'll lie to someone and it's so obvious your nose should be a mile long.  It's the naïveté, the obliviousness of it all!  Sometimes it all works out in the end.  Still... Some days I feel more like Pinocchio than a person.

Good Friday Sentences

I rather enjoyed my exercise from last week.  So I once again leave it up to you readers what sentences I shall expand.

March 27

“If you can’t trust me, then who can you trust?”

March 28

You can’t fathom what it feels like to loose someone; and when you learn, you never wish it on anyone else.

March 29

How about this for a challenge; I can drink you under the table any day!

March 30

I never felt like I was being watched until yesterday afternoon.

March 31

Some days I feel more like Pinocchio than a person.

April 1

The echoes of her past rushed by as she walked down the halls of her family home, aimlessly searching for something she could neither name nor picture.

April 2

I survived another year and, you know, after a while that feeling of sameness just ceases to mean anything.