Carry Me

Hey guys! Sorry I dropped off the face of the earth for a while! July was a super busy month. So as you can imagine I didn’t have a whole lot of time for blogging or writing, but before you get really bummed…I have written you a story! In the early part of July me and my sister discovered this super, amazing, talented singer named Eurielle. One of her songs is Carry Me. It’s a really sweet song, and since the first time I heard it I wanted to try and write a short story for it. So as I was winding down for the night I was listening to it, and these words started running through my head. So finally after a month of listening to this song, and trying to think of a way to use it as the plot of my story I think I’ve done it! So without further ado….

 

Carry Me

Carry Me

The ringing of metal resonates through the air as the waves crash together. Horses and men alike pounding the earth as the wind rustles the grass. All these sounds, yet the earth sits barren. Gone is the scars of war, hidden is the blood spilled on the ground. All that remains are the memories of those who lived. The love that never left the hearts of those who still wait for their loved ones; the pain of knowing they never will return. Elle watched as the waves smashed against the rocks, thoughts tossing with the water. The castle had been too loud these days, every whisper growing to a scream, every glance lengthens to stares. Many had lost their loved ones, but none seemed to expect her to mourn. She could still hear the man’s words as he reported to her father; still feel the ache puncture her like a sword. The screaming as women learned of their men’s death. Yet, no one seemed to notice the silent screams from Elle; her frozen state as she sat there, the words echoing through her head like canon fire. None but him. The one who orchestrated everything. Handpicked every soldier, cavalry, and archer. The one who knew how to get rid of someone without causing any blame to be placed. Elle’s eyes traveled to the throne where that man sat. Rage and sorrow making her body tremble.

Closing her eyes she forced the memories away. She would not allow the rage to burn her again. Not here. A gentle wind kissed her skin, and she knew it would be alright. No longer would she scream at the thought of him. No longer would she mourn the love ripped from her heart. From now on she would smile, and wait. Wait for the waves to carry her away to where he waited for her. As she lifted her face the sun shone across the shore, warming her with its embrace. Yes, she was going to be okay, because she knew somewhere above he was waiting for her.

 

 

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to leave comments of your thoughts below! Thanks again for being patient with me and my horrible blogging schedule!

-Writeupmyalley

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Book Blogger Test

Thank you anextraordinarygirl for nominating me for the Book Blogger Test! I’ve been trying to think of something to post lately! Some of these questions were kind of hard to answer; I really had to think! 

                         Rules

1. Thank the person who nominated you and add a link to their blog

2. Answer the ten questions asked on this post

3. Nominate at least five people to do it also

4. Let your nominees know you nominated them

         Questions and Answers

WHAT ARE YOUR TOP THREE BOOK PET PEEVES?
1. I really don’t like books that are either really slow getting started, or books that are predictable. I get some cliches are hard to avoid, but sometimes it’s a little over kill.

2. This line after bad guys threatens boyfriend/girlfriend “I can’t be with you. I lied to you I don’t love you.” I’ve read way too many series/books with this kind of line. Now I just roll my eyes and close the book.  


3. When people try to make their female character too tough, or loathe the female life. I get some girls don’t like dresses or girly things, but idk some book characters after a while kind of get on my nerves when they act like being a girl is a bad thing or that wearing a dress will kill them. Maybe it’s the fact they over react about such things that drives me crazy. 


DESCRIBE YOUR PERFECT READING SPOT

Most of the time I read on my bed which is always comfy, but I’ve always wanted a huge window seat with a beautiful view. Maybe someday….


TELL US THREE BOOK CONFESSIONS

1. I have never read the Harry Potter series nor The Hobbit/LOTR series but I have watched all the movies. 


2. I’m really bad to spoil something for myself by reading ahead 😁


3. I have commitment issues when it comes to writing stories. I’m really bad to start a book and after a few chapters or when it gets hard I stop. I know terrible of me huh.


WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED DURING A BOOK?

Hmm…that’s a hard one. I don’t remember the last one that made me cry…. I know I’m heartless…. 


HOW MANY BOOKS ARE ON YOUR BEDSIDE TABLE?

If you count just the one on top it’s Crown of Midnight. If you count the little shelf underneath it, too many to name 😂


WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SNACK TO EAT WHILE YOU’RE READING?

I usually don’t eat while reading, but if I do probably a granola bar since it has a wrapper, or something of the sort. 


NAME THREE BOOKS YOU WOULD RECOMMEND TO EVERYONE

Ummmm for all ages?? Uhh 

1: Percy Jackson series

2: The Lost Heroes series

3:Magnus Chase series 

For teens 15 and up

1: Graceling series

2: Throne of Glass series

3: Iron Fey series. 

 

SHOW US A PICTURE OF YOUR FAVORITE BOOKSHELF ON YOUR BOOKCASE


WRITE HOW MUCH BOOKS MEAN TO YOU IN JUST THREE WORDS

In just three words…. Escape from reality. 


WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST READING SECRET?

My biggest reading secret hmmm…… I don’t know…. ummmm ….. Books without at least some romance tend to bore me. …… I think that’s all I got lol.  

                     Nominees 

Me

Miraalma

mytbrpileisgettingbiggereveryday 

Mayur Sonawane 

The Hopeless Reader 


Old Friend

Hey guys! So as I was getting ready for bed, words kept bouncing around in my head, and like all writers I just couldn’t ignore them. Also like most writers you end up with something. I will admit this one came out a little different than I thought it would when I started writing, but I’m not to upset about that. For some it may seem a little dark, but don’t worry it doesn’t have any underlining meaning, just a story my fingers typed.  But my literature side is coming out with this one, and I am curious who you all think the one telling this story is, so please feel free to share your thoughts! Anyways, without further rambling, my story for the night!

 

Old Friend

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Everyone fears death. Some may claim they view death as an old friend, but deep down they fear her. She comes for everybody, and all know one day they will meet her face to face. The brave look her in the eye. The meek glance away as she approaches, and then there’s some that take her by the hand. Death does not hate anyone; she does not revel in the cruelty of her job. The wailing of sorrows is not music to her ears. She flinches at the curses anger casts her way. All she wanted was an honest world, for truth to be known. Too many find the truth to be harsh, and flea from its light. No one hates Death, they hate the truth she sheds on things. The truth of how short our time is, of how wasted most of our lives are. If we acknowledge her truth, we would have to turn from our ways. What drunk wants to give up his wine, what sinner their sin? Death is not their enemy, rather a gentle spirit trying to end their pain. Too many souls act without cause when death comes for them, but not I. I await her like a lost lover. A soul waiting for their other half to finally be reunited.

If I show you

Hey guys! Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything. 😢 This past month has been pretty busy and when I do have a minute to write I’ve been completely brain dead. 😣 But hopefully (don’t pop my small optimism bubble) I can start to find some inspiration and get to writing again! Tonight I had a little brain child so maybe it’s a sign I’m getting back into my writing shoes! So without further ado, my brain baby!

                 If I show you


You say you don’t know me and that’s true. But If I showed you my scars would you say I’m pretty? If I showed you my tears would you think my eyes sparkle? If I opened my chest to show you my heart would you hear it’s beat? If I said every word I kept unspoken would you listen? The answer is no. You wouldn’t. Because I know you. You would run and flea. To save myself from pain I showed you the monster I can be. I didn’t let you know me. Because to do that would be committing suicide. And nobody’s worth that. So here I sit, the monster afraid of her shadow. 

Photo Shoot

So a few of you know that I really enjoy photography as well as writing. I don’t think I’ve posted any of my pictures so I thought since I don’t have any stories to post right now, I would post a few of my pictures from this afternoons photo shoot.

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Who knew you could have so much fun with your mother’s yard ornaments!

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I had to pay my sister $20 dollars to get her to model for me, but isn’t she adorable!

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Love this one! I think she needs to consider a modeling career!

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It wouldn’t be a country girl’s photo shoot if it didn’t have an old barn in it!

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Or baby bunnies!

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…..Or a cow….Took a little bit to get this girl to look at us!

 

So that’s just a small piece of my afternoon work. I didn’t think y’all would like looking through 300 pictures, so I picked out just a few of my favorites. I also want to thank my mom and dad who got me my fancy camera and made all of this possible! Hopefully I will learn to take better pictures than this in the future, and maybe hook my friends into letting me do some photos for them!

 

Until next time!

-Writeupmyalley

#notaprofessionalatall!

 

Couldn’t Sleep

Hey guys! I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted something, and I have several challenges to catch up on. Wordjunkie I will do that story challenge you tagged me I promise! Life has been kind of crazy lately. But tonight I couldn’t sleep so this little short story popped in my head. I’ve been trying to work on my writing skills in different perspectives. I’m too comfortable writing in first person, and I hope to get to where I’m better at third. So sorry in advance if the story isn’t the best. I’m still learning how to do third person stories.

 

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Old Wounds

Laughter filled the air, as tears filled her eyes. She hadn’t meant to stalk them, but the universe seemed to have a grudge against her. She watched as they snuggled close together, flipping through the menu. The universe also must think she needs to lose weight. Yet another diner ruined by association. She couldn’t keep her eyes from drifting to their table; couldn’t keep from noticing the sparkle in their eyes, the magnetic pull between them. A shadow of a touch crept up her arm, the tears bringing pain with them. A night alone was all she wanted. Was that too much to ask? It’s been years, but the pain still hurt like a new wound. As she got up to leave the ring of metal against tile clattered through the room. Her eyes cut to the fork, the silence unsettling.

“Cee?” That nickname; that stupid nickname that still sent her heart soaring. Turning, she braced herself for what she knew would be an awkward conversation.

“Tommy,” Her eyes cut over to the blonde. She was definitely his type; curvy, beautiful without even trying. Celeste looked away, hoping to make a quick escape. As she turned to leave the sound of jeans against leather caught her attention.

“Hey, how’ve you been? What are you doing?” Crying over you, wanting to eat my weight in chocolate ice cream, how about you?

“Good, just thought I’d pamper myself to a good meal. And you?” Celeste’s eyes slid over to the blonde again. Her lips pursed as she watched the two exchange pleasantries.

“I’m good. I just came in for the weekend. Mom didn’t believe me when I told her school hadn’t killed me yet.” Celeste jerked her attention back to Tommy, forcing a smile on her face.

“Well I’m sure she misses you.” The silence hung heavy between them, and the weight of unspoken words felt like a bag of bricks on Celeste’s shoulders. How does one say what’s screaming in their mind, when fear sews the mouth shut. So many words, but so little courage. I miss you too, we should hang out, don’t be a stranger…All words trapped inside. She knew even if she got them out, they wouldn’t make a difference. She learned the hard way that saying what’s on your mind seldom works.

“Well it’s nice seeing you. Take care.” Tommy offers her a smile, before turning back to the blonde. Celeste couldn’t pull herself away as she watched the two. A small “You too” fell on silent ears. She would always be the girl he ran into, but never the girl sitting next to him. He would always have her heart, but he would never realize what he held. Laughter filled the air, as she whispered, “Goodbye,”

Quote Challenge Day 3

So I have been epically failing at this challenge and I’m sorry! My brain has been on a million different other things and I never remember to post somethin, but anyways! My third quote in this challenge is: 


I love this quote so much! It’s so true, you will be amazed at how brave and strong you can be when push becomes to shove, and you will always be smarter than you think, but most importantly you will always be loved. Never feel as if nobody cares. You are never alone. There will always be someone there for you.