Teaser Tuesday: Wild

Teaser Tuesday post for 25 August 2015
from Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed

Wild by Cheryl Strayed
There was the woman I was before my mom died and the one I was now, my old life sitting on the surface of me like a bruise. The real me was beneath that, pulsing under all the things I used to think I knew.
—————————————————————————————– Teaser Tuesday logoTeaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of A Daily Rhythm. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:• Grab your current read • Open to a random page • Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page • BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!) • Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!
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Teaser Tuesday: This Crumbling Pageant (again)

Teaser Tuesday post for 29 April 2014:

This Crumbling Pageant by Patricia BurroughsAfter a life such as his, absence was both blessing and reward. Even his heart, with its sluggish, traitorous attempts to beat, ceased to feel cold and jagged in his chest, and slowly, the comfort of numbness, of absence, seeped into his innermost being.

from “This Crumbling Pageant (The Fury Triad, Volume One)” by Patricia Burroughs

 

 

 

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Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

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Teaser Tuesday: The Way of Cross and Dragon (Dreamsongs, Volume I)

Teaser Tuesday post for 14 January 2014:

Dreamsongs, Volume I by George R. R. Martin

“We know truth for the cruel instrument it is.  Beauty is infinitely preferable to truth.”

from “The Way of Cross and Dragon” from Dreamsongs, Volume I by George R. R. Martin

 

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Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

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Teaser Tuesday: The Thief of Always

Teaser Tuesday post for 24 December 2013:

The Thief of Always by Clive Barker

“Because time passes,” she went on, staring down at the flowers she’d cut.  “And the beetle and the worm find their way into everything sooner or later.”

from “The Thief of Always” by Clive Barker

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Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

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Flash Fiction: idyll

This story inspired by the Tuesday Picture Prompt:  idyll on Flashy Fiction, June 18, 2013.

Digital Blasphemy's "Sakura"

Prompt:  A stream flows peacefully among beautiful flowering trees.  Write a little Flashy Fiction set in this idyllic locale.  How’d you come to be here?  What’s your purpose…romance, tranquility, or something a bit more nefarious?

idyll

He crept through the forest, dark and dreary, drawn by the sound of running water. It wasn’t a raging river sound. He’d not have been drawn to that. Hadn’t been for some time now. It was the peaceful sound of a gently flowing stream to which he shuffled, stirring up fallen leaves as he passed.

The transition from the old forest in decline to the bright glade was startling. The dark woods weren’t overly thick, withered as they were, but with no warning at all, he was suddenly stepping on lush grass with cherry blossom trees in full bloom all around. He removed his shoes, pulled up his pant legs, and sat with his feet in the stream, taken by the beauty around him.

After a while, he lay back, closed his eyes, and thought, “This must be what Heaven looks like.”

 

Flash Fiction: The Call

This story inspired by the Tuesday Picture Prompt:  The Call on Flashy Fiction, May 14, 2013.

The Call

Prompt:  The phone rings.  You answer it.  Your life is changed forever.  Did you get the call at work?  Home? On the go? Did it turn a lazy day crazy or bring everything to a grinding halt?  Write a little Flashy Fiction about this phone call and how it changes your life.

The Call

It never failed.  Trying to get out the door at work a few minutes early always seemed to spawn the frantic phone calls about fixing this or that, or a visit from the boss to check on the status of a project.  Today it had been both.  Nate ended up leaving right on time, which left no time for delays as he tried to get to the closing on time.  He was finally selling the house he and his wife had lived in together for a few years.  He’d been torn up after her death and couldn’t imagine selling.  So many memories for such a short time.  After a handful of years, though, he’d finally gotten through most of the grief and realized he needed to move on, selling the house being a big part of that.
“A funeral procession and an accident.  Really?!” thought Nate.  “Is fate trying to tell me something?”
Trying to hurry without hurrying, Nate was now running a little late.  He tried to keep his speed to about 5 MPH over the limit, but kept catching it creeping closer to 10, as he screamed at the other drivers for going too slow.  They couldn’t hear him with his windows up, but it let out the frustration a bit.
Approaching the turn off the main road into the corporate area where the title company had offices, his phone went off.  He knew he was a few minutes late.  He grabbed his phone and glanced back up, noticing the red light and began slowing, timing the change to green.  He answered the call, “Hello.”
Everything went into slow motion at the voice on the other end.  “Nate, we’ll be together real soon,” said his wife.
Those few words sent him reeling.  He took the phone from his ear and looked at it.  The number, the contact photo…it was his wife.  He glanced back up, saw the light change to green as he was nearing the stop line, and accelerated.  He glanced back down at the phone, flustered by the call, and sped into the intersection without his usual check for idiots running their light, so he didn’t see the van coming.
The last thing he saw was the contact icon he used for his wife…of her smiling, opening the door of their new home for the first time.

“You don’t have a soul” – An excerpt from “A Canticle for Leibowitz”

Published in 1959, A Canticle for Leibowitz is the story of post-apocalyptic society being reborn by the research and dedication of The Church.  In the third “act”, man has again built nuclear weapons…and used them.  The scene that spawned this quote is a conversation between the Abbot of a remote Abbey and a doctor who is asking to treat patients in the Abbey’s courtyard.

“You don’t have a soul, Doctor.  You are a soul.  You have a body, temporarily.”

Food for thought.

Are we eternal souls who inhabit mortal husks briefly or are we , as more people think, humans who have souls?  It’s a bit of the chicken and egg conundrum, isn’t it?  The answer can really only be known by someone who recalls a past life or is omniscient enough to know how it all works.  If we are eternal souls, how are the bodies we inhabit chosen and why don’t we, as a rule, recall previous lives.  Maybe our souls are eternal and we only inhabit a body once or every now and then.  Maybe it’s not an endless cycle of death and rebirth.

Or, maybe there isn’t really a soul at all.  Maybe we’re just here until our meat suit expires.

Poem: The Last Mile

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s Wednesday Poetry Prompt 216, 27 March 2013.  Topic: a last something

 

(form: shadorma)

The Last Mile

We reflect
on times more merry,
of friendships
and hardships,
when someone whose life we’ve shared
has walked their last mile.

Poem: Free Fallin’ (a haiku)

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s Wednesday Poetry Prompt 195, 3 October 2012.  Topic: sudden

(form: haiku)

Free Fallin’ (a haiku)

brilliant leaves settle
after their brief Autumn dance
revealing bare trees

Poem: Free Fallin’

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s Wednesday Poetry Prompt 195, 3 October 2012.  Topic: sudden

(form: shadorma)

Free Fallin’

Sky diving
can be a great rush
’til the chute
won’t deploy.
It’s not tha fall that kills you;
it’s the sudden stop.