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Thank you so much for your follows, comments, and support.

I am no longer going to be using this page.

Through many trials, errors, advice, and school, I have decided to create a new path for my writing. I would love for you to come join me on my journey at My New Site for more of my work. I feel that this new path is what is needed in my life and especially in my writing career. I created C.M.Smile for the sole purpose of becoming a better photographer yet I turned it into a writing place instead.

It is still quite a new site and I am building on it. I am now entering Fictional Writers Workshop this term and am ecstatic. I have a few stories that I am working on and I will be sharing my progress.

I will be exporting some of my work from here to my new website so you will see old and new work.

Hello, my name is Catherine

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Darkness and Danger

In this place of darkness and danger.
Where monsters make deathly wagers.
Their shadows move through moonlit alleys.
Conveying their wickedness in woodland valleys.
Lycanthropes, ghosts, and vampires on the prowl.
The hollowed trees house the wise owl.
His glowing eyes ever seeing, but never speaks.
His secrets, with him, he’ll forever keep.
As daylight creeps through the canopy of green
They slowly descend from which they’ve been
All is alright
Until midnight

The Epic Creation

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The moon replaces the sun as I write
Evenings warmth melds into the coolness of twilight
Tonight I write the tales of owls, wolves, faye, and potions
The ink of the pen flows with ease like the oceans
And makes its first contact with the emptiness of the blank paper
The moment is solemn as it witnesses a new creation of labor
A toast to this perfect moment when my mindless thoughts are given shape
And transformed into words onto this empty landscape

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Thursday photo prompt: Beginnings #writephoto

Sue Vincent’s photo prompt – beginnings

Dirt and leaves tangled in my hair as she pushed me to the ground. She pressed her hand over my mouth and whispered, “hush or they’ll hear you.”
 
“First of all”, as I said getting up and flinging the ground liter from my hair, “don’t do that again. Second of all, I know about them and I’m sure they’ve already heard me coming a mile off. On top of that you made us sound like thunder doing what you did, so there’s that. I’m here because of them. I need their help”.
 
“What on earth could you need help with that I cannot?”
 
Before I could answer, we heard giggling and the air smelled of sweet apples.
“Too late they’re already here. Nope, can’t forget that giggle. I’d know her from anywhere. I know you’re there, Kityin, so show yourself.” 
 
“Well, looky who it is, Mave. It’s sneaky Rena.”
 
I gave her a curious look and she shook her head as she said, “Long story, besides we’re here for you not me”.
 
Kityin circled me, “So who might Rena’s friend be and why do you need my people’s help?”
 
“Names PJ. I was told by a magie that I may be able to get help from the woodlands to find my brother. He left this note saying that he was going to the underground city, but I have no idea where that is or why he went and so I’m here.”
 
“Girl, you do not want to go there. Wherever your brother went, he is there to stay. There is no way out once a human enters the Elven city” Mave cautioned.
 
“All the more reason why I need your help” I said tucking the letter back in my pocket.
 
“Did you not hear what I said? You will not ever leave,” Mave reiterated. 
 
“I don’t care. I need to find him. Just tell me where to go and I’ll leave you alone.”
 
“You humans never learn. That’s why we don’t mix, because those that do never come out on the other side, if you catch my drift.”
 
“I understand the risks. I can manage. If I don’t come out well I guess me and my brother will be pestering each other till we die.”
 
“Oh, no honey no no no…see you won’t find him. There are passages beyond passages. Each one leading to another time and place of the underground city.”
 
I was getting irritated with her hindering, “Gee, I wonder where these stories come from? If you’re not going to help me please get out of my way. Oh, and leave my friend here alone.”
 
“Fine. Your grave,” she chidded.
 
Something materialized in her hands, “here’s a map to get to the entrance. After that you’re on your own. Good luck.”
 
As she vanished I took out my compass and navigate to the entrance. Looks like it’s going to be a long journey and these fairy aren’t any help. Wait…
 
I turn to Rena, “aren’t you Faye?”
 
“Yeah, but not the kind you need.”
 
“Oh, I see.”
 
“I’m just a garden fairy. I don’t have the all powerful magic like Kityin.”
 
Rena seemed a bit upset about it so I didn’t inquire any further. Descending from the edge of the forest we walked until we couldn’t walk anymore. Frankly, I’m exhausted,
“It’s almost dawn, let’s break then we we’ll continue”.
 
We didn’t even have time to sit before the sound of leaves shuffling caught our attention. Rena grabbed my arm, touching me yet again, pushing me into a hollowed tree.
 
She mouthed, “stay here” then left.
 
“Oh pahleeze, I already know you’re there.” bellowed a giant.
 
I stepped out of the tree and had to crank my head up until it hurt to see the tall creature standing before me. She wore leather and fur and carting a large ax on her back. I looked around and couldn’t see Rena anywhere.
 
The giant laughed thunderously, “a human among our forest. Do you know what happens to humans who trespass?”
 
Bravely I stood my ground, “I’m looking for the entrance to the Elven city.”
 
She bursted with laughter again, “no human goes there and live to tell about it.”
 
“Please, just tell me how to get there and I’ll be on my way. I didn’t mean to trespass.”
 
The big creature reached down with her big hand to grab at me. I fell to the ground and rolled away missing her hand.
 
Rena appeared out of thin air, “HEY, OVER HERE!”
 
The creature seemed confused and started after her. The ground shook with every stomp and I struggled to stay on my feet. I didn’t know what to do and I wasn’t going to leave my friend. I readied my sling shot and hit its head. The ball did not damage as it bounced off. I went for my dagger but Rena came running for me. The creature stopped stomping, looked around, but couldn’t see us. Rena had cloaked us. We stood as still as possible and barely breathed. The creature, confused, started off and disappeared, “You won’t get away next time” she bellowed.
 
“What was …” but it was no use, she had gone and done it again. I pulled her hand away from my mouth and my glare reminded her, no touching. Quietly as we could I got the map out to redirect ourselves. The compass needle was spinning. The forest grew dark and the trees seem to reach for us. We tried to run but something caught our legs and dragged us along the foliage. Next thing I know I hear a faint voice.
 
“PJ, wake up.”
 
My hands and feet are tied. My body felt like a big ol’bruise as I struggled to sit up. Everything looked and felt hazy, and my voice crackled, “we’re in the Elven city, aren’t we?”
 
“Shhh, the guards are right outside the door.”
 
Rena tried to untie our ropes, but they tightened on their own, “of course, magic ropes.”
 
Someone was opening the lock, “welcome to your new beginning.”
 
I couldn’t believe who was standing in the doorway.
(constructive criticism is welcomed)

The life of a writer

Two on a Rant

We live a solitary game, inhabiting a shell,

wandering, hiding, looking for a purpose,

or pawning our lives away

waiting for fame.

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I asked, “How do I win this game.”

She said, “You keep going,

you keep doing right…

no matter what.”

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Over and over she said to me,

“You keep going,

you keep doing right…

no matter what.”

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The die thrown around us,

we wait our turn,

as if death defines our moments,

and we hear her whisper.

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“Keep going…keep doing

write

no matter what.”

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Your book is inside,

an expression of your being

waiting to meet you…

wanting life.

©Joelle LeGendre

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Reply to the Shepherd by Sir Walter Ralegh

Reply to the Shepherd

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,
To live with thee, and be thy love.
Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
The rest complains of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,
To wayward winter reckoning yields,
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten:
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds,
The Coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.