Breaking Free – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

Prison – A Haiku

the prison without
bars tightens around my soul
self-imposed pain

Breaking Free - A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

Breaking Free

Choices had to be made today, no longer could she put them to the side, hide behind what had happened in her past.

It was time to make a move, a large one, something that would get her unstuck, and away from this self-imposed prison.

But making a choice could come with the price of falling, of making a mistake, without the safety-net – the comfort of her usual, but well-known painful existence.

A soft noise broke through the desolate silence of the tiny bedroom.

 

She turned her head toward the crib, her heart beating faster, with a mixture of fear and love, and knew, that somewhere inside of her, she had no choice but to find the courage – for that little girl.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

Sweet On You by Laura Drake – A Review

Sweet On You - A Review

Title: Sweet On You

Author: Laura Drake

Genre: Romance

Publisher: Forever

Release Date: August 26th, 2014

Rating: 4.5/5 Stars

 

An impressive book that reaches deeper into a subject matter, rarely dealt with in romance novels: PTSD. I was expecting a much more light-hearted book, but was rewarded instead with an emotional, raw story, with characters that had depth, and a “real” story. Very relatable for anyone who has either dealt with PTSD themselves, or knows someone who does, and how hard it is to get back to a relative normal life, this romance has lots of heart.
Two “damaged” people, who are in need to re-invent themselves, find a way to help each other, even if that was not how they originally expected to have it happen. With just the right amount of humor, the Author managed to make this deep subject matter, just light enough to keep it getting from being depressing, but at the same time takes it serious enough to honor its severity and importance.
I was not sure if I was going to like this book, as it is not my usual style of romance, but I am glad I read it, and will be looking for more books from this Author.

Invincible – A Daily Prompt Post

Today, Daily Prompt asked us this question:

At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?

One of the aspects of being the victim of childhood abuse is, that you never have the luxury of thinking that you are invincible or immortal. You know very early on, that there are people more powerful than you, and they can do just about anything they want to with you. Fear becomes your constant companion, and if you are lucky, like I was, your vivid imagination becomes your best friend.
I am grateful for that, grateful that even life was too terrifying, too filled with potential landmines that could set him off, I developed my own stories, my own little life that no one could take away from me, no one but me knew about. A place where there are people who help one another, whom rescue those trapped by fear, and helped them overcome that which seemed too hard to lift on their own.
Aware of my vulnerability, I found immortality and invincibility in my stories.

Cooking Light Way To Cook Vegetarian – A Review

Cooking Light Way To Cook Vegetarian - A Review

Title: Cooking Light Way To Cook Vegetarian

Author: Scott Mowbray (Editor)

Publisher: Oxmore House

Rating: 5/5 Stars

 

A very visual cookbook that is easy enough to follow along for a novice cook, but interesting enough to bring flavors into the kitchen of a more experienced home-cook. I really enjoyed the fact that it went into details of preparing fresh ingredients, and gives hints and tricks on how to make a few steps of the cooking process easier. It is not filled with exotic ingredients, which I very much appreciate, as so many cookbooks make the mistake of having ingredients needed, that are hard to come by, or are very expensive. No, this book is accessible for anyone who has access to a decent grocery store. I also enjoyed that it went a little more detailed into the preparations of Tofu and Tempeh, both aspects of the vegetarian kitchen, I have not dared to work with. I am not a fan of processed soy products, or processed anything, so even with these two I was weary. This book, with its many well done pictures, and easy explanations, might actually make me try out cooking with these two ingredients.
Overall, I highly recommend this volume, especially to anyone who is new to vegetarian cooking. Note that while this is a vegetarian cookbook, there are some vegan recipes included, and specially marked as such.

(P.S. This book was not provided to me via the publisher, but rather a book I purchased myself)

The Fourth Wall – A Daily Prompt Post

Today, Daily Prompt from WordPress asked us to answer the following:

Fourth Wall

You get to spend a day inside your favorite movie. Tell us which one it is — and what happens to you while you’re there.

 

In a way, I am constantly inside stories – but not as an active participant, but as an observer, as the person recording the reaction of characters I created, and put into sometimes impossible situations. I would rather be in the midst of making a movie, than being a part of the story, my participation would be a lot more boring. I am no Superhero, so being in the midst of the Avengers, I would be the one attempting to fix the emotional drama of bystanders.

Another favorite, Harry Potter, would have me sitting in the library of Hogswart, taking in as much of magickal information as I possible could, in the fasted possible time. Maybe grill one of the teachers about potion making, and then hang out with the multitude of ghosts.

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As writers, we are inside our favorite stories, emerged in the middle of conflict, and resolution, heartbreak, and happy endings, all of our own making. We are the Captain of our Ship, in control of where it sails, allowing those in our care to do, whatever it is they need to do, to come to a conclusion of our choosing. I am as much inside any story, as I want to be, as much a part of entertainment, of the moments the readers forget their own troubles for just a little while, and focus on those on the page or on the screen.

Now, if you excuse me, I have my own movie to write.

Here are some other answers to this interesting question:

http://crashcoursedummy.wordpress.com/2014/10/19/i-wish/

http://tombalistreri.wordpress.com/2014/10/19/movie-me/

http://movingtowardsthelight.com/2014/10/19/just-like-honey/

http://jamescleggartwritings.wordpress.com/2014/10/19/mugwhah-the-continuing-story-determined-by-you-part-iv/

 

 

The Buried by Shelley Coriell – A Review

The Buried - A Book Review

Title: The Buried

Author: Shelley Coriell

Genre: Romance/Suspence

Publisher: Forever

Release Date: October 28th, 2014

Rating: 4.5/5 Stars

It’s cold. And dark. I can’t breathe.”

Successful, ambitious state prosecutor Grace Courtemanche is at the top of her game. Then she gets a chilling call from a young woman claiming to be buried alive. Desperate to find the victim before it’s too late, Grace will do whatever it takes . . . even if it means excavating the darkest secrets of her own past and turning to the one man she thought she would never see again.

FBI agent Theodore “Hatch” Hatcher is a man without roots-and that’s the way he likes it. But when a grisly crime shatters Cyprus Bend, Florida, Hatch is dragged back to the small town-and the one woman-he hoped was in his rearview for good. Forced to confront the wreckage of their love affair, Hatch and Grace may just find that sometimes the deepest wounds leave the most beautiful scars-and that history repeating itself may just be what they need to stop a killer . . . and save their own hearts.

 

A fast paced, intriguing romance with plenty of plot twist that keep the reader engaged. Highly entertaining, with a variety of characters that all have their flaws, but are show a willingness to grow. While the male lead – Hatch – is at the beginning a little abrasive, to the point that it took me for a moment out of the otherwise very well constructed story, he redeems himself in the later parts of the book, and it becomes easy enough to understand, that the strong female lead – Grace – fell for him (again).

I love that the Author, despite the focus on romance, managed to keep up a very high paced plot, that rivals better mystery novels. I am very much looking forward to the next installment of the Apostles Series.

(An advanced copy of this book was given to me, by the publisher, in turn for an honest review)

 

 

In An Instant – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

In An Instant - Five Sentence Flash Fiction

 

My heart aches with such heaviness, that the burden seems to drive me into the ground, making it a miracle, that I can stand upright, while a river of tears streams silently from my cold face onto the baren ground.

I am not alone, but feel more separated from any human being, than ever before, more tears falling, just falling.

One breath had changed everything, one decision you made, a decision that cost me the love of my life, the father of my unborn child.

You should have waited just a few minutes longer, the distance to our home  so short, from the intersection that took you away from me, barely a mile away.

A red light, a crash, and in an instant you where gone.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

Falling – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

Falling - A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

“I am falling for him, harder than I have ever fallen for someone in my life,” Jennifer beamed at the young woman across from her, her eyes reflecting the deep orange sunset, that caressed the small, sandy beach with warmth and glow.
“I know, I don’t need your approval, but it would mean the world to me, if you could meet him, after all you are my best friend, always have been.”
“He knows we are identical twins, right?”
Biting her lip, Jennifer blushed at her sister.
“Yeah, about that, Sweetie, I probably should mention, that he is one, as well!”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This Five Sentence Fiction was based on this weeks prompt – “Falling“. Here are a few more flash fiction stories, other writer’s posted on their blogs. Check them out, and give them some love!

http://waywordness.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/falling/

http://tracesofthesoul.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/falling-prey/

http://ravenhairedgirl.com/2014/10/16/falling/

http://rlyonsii.net/2014/10/17/everybody-falls/

 

 

Rose – A Flash Fiction

Rose - A Flash Fiction

 

“Well, to be honest, I threw it away.”
“You did what?”
“It was just sitting there, all torn up, and old-looking. Who keeps stuff like that?”
“I do, you….” She bit her check to keep herself from throwing every cuss word she could muster.
“Never mind. How long ago was that?”
“Maybe ten minutes.”
“No, don’t tell me that was right before the garbage truck came?”
“Of course it was, silly. That was the whole point of me rushing to take out the garbage. I don’t want this stuff to fill up the bin over the next three days.”
“You are just too efficient.” She grimaced, as she knew that the sarcasm would be completely lost on her assistant. As expected he trotted off, proud of his accomplishments and efficiency.
He was new, he was good, and he was overly productive. He wanted to please her, and showed it by cleaning her desk more frequently than it ever had been over the last 5 years she had been working from home. Not that this was a bad thing, but it also was not the first time, she had to rescue something that he did not consider as usable anymore.
Bell treasured trinkets from the past, little items that reminded her of her Grandma, of their rose garden, and of the long summer afternoons spent together sharing stories, drinking tea and coffee, while savoring homemade cookies and cakes. Grandma Rose, as everyone had called her, was a lover of stories, always weaving a newly crafted web of intrigue, love and adventure, pulling all of her listeners into her web with an ease, Bell now tried to capture, as she wrote her own stories. Because of her, Bell had fallen in love with words. Because of her, she had become an Author. With enough work on her plate, that warranted, no, demanded a personal assistant.
Who drove her mad.
That envelope had been not just any old, torn envelope. It contained a picture of her, her mother, and her Grandmother, in their rose garden, a photograph that had seen better days. Bell had been contemplating of having it restored, and a copy made for her parents.
She shook her head, trying hard not to get emotional. After all, vivid memories of beautiful times were burned into her heart, and no photo or the loss of it, could be more meaningful than that. Still. This one was special.
Walking through the french doors upon the patio, toward the back entrance, she squinted at a small, rectangle something caught in the thick rose-bush, that flanked the small path toward the small gate. It moved fiercely in the wind, but the rose-bush had a strong hold upon the item, its thorns grabbing it, not unlike human hands holding on to price possession.
Sighing in relief, Bell grabbed for the envelope, which released with ease and gentleness into her hands.
A smile deepening on her face she whispered softly. “Thanks Grandma.”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This story was loosely inspired by today’s Daily Prompt.