Oh Cool – An Award!

Thank you to Axel Rider for nominating me for the “Very Inspiring Blogger” Award!

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

That was very sweet of you! Now, as with most awards, there are some rules attached. Here they are:

  • Thank the one who nominated by linking their blog and display the award emblem.
  • Nominate some other blogs (10ish or so) and link them.
  • Mention three things that inspired you the most in the last week or so…

Okay, I can do that! There are so many beautiful blogs out there at the moment, so finding 1o people to share this award with will be fun! Here is my list:

Waywordness

Transition of Thoughts

Sarah’s Humble Blog

Lisa Rosier

The Magickal Pen

My Journey To The Boston Marathon…

Perspective on Life, The Universe And Everything 

Becoming Angela

Roxi St. Claire

Through The Peacock’s Eyes

I highly recommend that you check out these blogs! Very interesting and diverse bunch, but everyone of them is incredibly creative. I am happy to share them with you!

Wishing you the most wonderful day!

Claudia

 

 

Passion

Passion - A Daily Prompt Post

How you know if you’re passion is to be a writer:

Answer the following question:

If money and time was not an option, meaning you had plenty of all, and all of your worries are taken care off, what would you do with your time?

If your answer is writing, stick with it. Make time, forge time, take a set time where you pretend that all of the money in the world is yours, and there are no other chores waiting for you and WRITE!

If you answer is something else, find a way to make that your life goal.

(This blog post was inspired by today’s Daily Prompt post “Ready, Set Done!” )

Rain – A Five Sentence Fiction

Rain - A Five Sentence Fiction

We laughed at the people scattering, as rain, began to fall as if the rain was the poison to their day. To us, it was an elixir, a potion that made us stronger. We danced, skipping through the empty park, with nothing but our love as a companion. Giddy moments, that would never leave my heart, even now that she was long gone, her body taken by old age, leaving me with nothing but the memories of her gentle laughter. And the scent of rain in her hair.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

 

La Belle – A Flash Fiction

La Belle

La Belle - A Flash Fiction

It was his favorite place, serving his favorite drink.
La Belle Cafe, small and rustic, but with enough covered outside space, to always get a table overlooking the busy street and enjoy his favorite pastime.
People watching was more than just a job, it was a window into a world, he chose to be only a part of on occasion, a world whom he used, to gain information, to manipulate if necessary, to remove a piece from, sometimes quickly, sometimes violently.
But in this spot, with a simple cup of coffee in his hand, at La Belle, he felt almost as if he was not the distant observer, but a part of the whole. The cup, white, without any of the delicate frazzle, and flowers, held the warmth nicely, and allowed him to nurse in comfort and quiet style, on the standard two beverages he indulged in, every time he came back home.
La Belle was home, more home than any hotel room, hiding suitcases of assorted arsenal, more home than a quickly rented shack, in their various stages of decay, during and after assignments. It was the place of warmth, a smile of recognition of the beautiful ginger waitress, a nod from the owner, a quiet solitude.
With a small, perfectly shaped silver spoon, he merged the sweetness of the sugar with the exquisite liquid and almost smiled, despite himself.
Even killers needed a little peace.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014