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Beverly Hills Love Child - Sample

“It’s so good to see you! I’ve missed you!” Kimberly said excitedly.

“I’m glad I could make the trip.” Deanna continued her monotone responses.

“The weather is beautiful today, we should go to the park and catchup, it has been four months since I seen you.”

“Actually, I think I will go to my room and lie down for a bit … “

“Deanna, is everything all right? You don’t seem yourself.”

“Yeah, I am fine. I just want to rest for a awhile.”

“Ok, maybe I will join you later … “

    Deanna walks away swiftly as if she didn’t hear Kimberly’s last comment. She needs to tell her about her secret, but she doesn’t know how … yet. Finally, she reaches her private wing where she spent many months recovering from her illness. Deanna lays down on the soft king sized bed, she closes her eyes, and memories of Kimberly flood her mind. All the intimate talks they had to the very private intimacy they discovered and shared openly with each other, including Kimberly’s husband. Deanna felt sleep taking her over and she still had Kimberly floating around in her mind. She feels a hand across her leg and becomes startled.. She immediately opens her eyes and finds Kimberly naked, laying next to her.
    Kimberly begins stroking Deanna stomach and abdomen in a large circular motion.
“Its been four months … things aren’t feeling right … “
    An extremely long awkward silence fell in the room.
    Suddenly, Deanna blurts out quickly, “I kept the appointment.”
    “What appointment? What are you talking about, Dee?”
    Deanna gets up from the bed and walks across the room to balcony window.
    “The appointment that I told you I cancelled in New York.”
    “What? You kept it?! You lied to me?!”
    Deanna couldn’t speak but let her head fall in shame.
    “You followed through with it? Who took you there?”
    “Derek took me and I stayed with him while I recovered.”
    “I can’t believe this! You killed our child! You killed Sergio’s child! He is going to be devastated!”
    “Kim, Sergio is your H-U-S-B-A-N-D! He cheated on you with me - your best friend! I couldn’t continue to live with that idea! It wasn’t supposed to go this far. We were only going to keep our relationship between us! Sergio wasn’t supposed to be involved like this!”
    “Dee, Sergio knows how our relationship is … we developed a loving bond … an intimate bond that shouldn’t be broken. Not like this … “
    “I had to do it. It was the right thing for me.”
    “I shouldn’t have let you go back to New York. You could’ve continued your therapy here.”
“I don’t need therapy! What would I have done? Moved in here? What about my friends? My TV show? I couldn’t just drop all that because I was having your ‘love child’!”
    “Yes, you could have done that, Dee. Besides, I know you stopped going to your therapy appointments.
    “What?! Have you been talking to Derek?”
    “No, the hospital called me and asked why you attending your appointments. I signed a form making me your care taker when you were in a coma for so many months and anything that happens to you I’m informed of it.”
    “You … You … signed … … a … “
    Deanna’s body became limp and she collapsed into an unconscious heap.

February 16th, 2012 2 notes #fiction #creative writing #writing

Poetic and Fictional Justice Link post

To my creative writing followers, the above link is where I am posting my poetry and fiction. I wanted to keep it separate from other things on this blog. Please click to head on over to what my mind has thought up … through words.

March 19th, 2012 0 notes #poetry #poem #fiction #prose #writing #creative writing

Write With Me …

miss-poet:

I will start a sentence below and begin a poem or a fiction piece. I and hopefully many others can contribute to this and together we can make a complete piece.

As I roam through the …

Send your creations here: http://miss-poet.tumblr.com/submit

I will post the completed piece (poem or fiction) to my blog. So get writing and fill up my inbox!

Reblogged from miss-poet April 23rd, 2012 2 notes #poetry #prompt #fiction #creative writing #writing #spilled ink

Question …

When you write a new piece of fiction or poem or some other type of rambling, do you type directly into Tumblr or do you write on paper, in word, or some other type of online source?

April 29th, 2012 5 notes #question #writing #creative writing #comments #poetry #prose #spilled ink

Made Some Improvements!

New Theme. New Links. New Visual Attitude.

Checkout the left hand side of the page to know more about me. If want to know even more, take advantage of the “Other Ways To Contact Me” page!

Thank You for stopping by …

April 29th, 2012 0 notes #comments #constructive criticism #spilled ink #writing

A Poet Who Inspires My Poetry

Like Kerosene
By Olena Kalytiak Davis

Yes, it’s daily
that we move into each other—but this morning
I was separate even from myself—
my hands were shovels, I had mosquito netting for hair,
and the insect beating against the night
was my heart. My name was hallow
and the sky was made of shale when

I walked into a part of morning
I’ve never seen: the sky still heavy, still
smoldering with the nightmares of others,
the drunkenness and sorrow rising like dew, like fog,
like smoke back into the clouds. Suddenly,
my face was wet with it. I wanted to lie down
with it. To rest against the almost exhausted night.

Uncertain of what to do there
I started dividing the layers, the sediment,
thinking: Usually I sleep through his sadness.

And the morning asking: Why do you keep track
of the middle of the day when you should be
waxing the moon? How can these young fragile branches
be left out in the darkness, and who set that darkness
wandering inside your heart? Who can your love ignite,
like this, like kerosene?

And then the sky lit the morning.
And then I went in to set my own house on fire.
And then I lay down next to you:
a body filling with feathers or with snow
asking: and who are you that my love can light
like this, like kerosene.

University of Wisconsin Press (November 1997)

May 2nd, 2012 4 notes #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writing #creative writing

More From Olena Kalytiak Davis …

“The Scaffolding Inside You”

Your thoughts have hung themselves from nails
like workshirts.

The sky has stopped
offering you reasons to live and your heart is the rock
you threw through each window
of what’s deserted you, so you turn
to the burnt out building inside you: the scaffolding
overhead, the fallen beams,
the unsound framework;

according to the blue that’s printed on the inside of your arms
you have no plans, no plans
uncovered, or uncovering: the offing is emptying,

the horizon empty

now that your sanity is
a tarp or a bedsheet
in the rough hands of the wind,

now that everything is hooded
in drop cloth.

It didn’t happen
overnight. Or maybe it did:

your heart, the rock;
your soul, the Gothic barn.

You’ve even started envying the flowers their stems.

Will the Norther let up?

Will the moon ever again be so full of itself
that that ragged barn will fill with light, through its tin-covered roof?

You should bury more than the dead.
You should try harder.
You should give up.

May 2nd, 2012 2 notes #poetry #spilled ink #creative writing #writing

Final Post About Olena Kalytiak Davis

Least Said

by Olena Kalytiak Davis

Maybe we you us
But not everyone except
Everyone else seemingly set
One could romanticize the shipbells
Out of somebody else's grocery, sex shopping, life cleaning, bills 
Of sail. When they had fresh grapefruit it was nothing like you not having
Scurvy, with or without the vodka. Your friends 
Did they still say things (?) and the masses—
No, one didn't want to picture that vast
Writhing. Self-love is better left to this selective peculiar:
One shelf over, top shelf. The yeats, the years, none of it
More real than this. The judgment, the particular partings:
Reading a new yorker article about you. Reading. An article.
A small monster at my toe. There was once a long lusty list but
The only thing s/he had on me was feet. I went to course, to game, to 
College. The epiphany was not worth dwelling (placement word of 
Your choice here). Not to speak of, or the her, him, him before him, your last 
Lover but, "seeing someone else right now"? Mostly, the possessive pronoun
"Her" in the next clause. Whose unfairness? Be spoken and be longing. 
(An embarrassment of melons and heavily salted meats.)
The thing you will miss was being sexy, you will forget that you went 
Forgetting all along; the whole ride. Going, going. Not coming. Reading,
Too closely, will fail my the measure of some treasure 
You believe exists, but how? Morning was the only mooring: feeling, 
Thinking, seeing no one. Right 
Now. Or now. Barely tolerated, living.

May 2nd, 2012 1 note #poetry #spilled ink #writing #creative writing

Writing Question

What is the best way to transition into a flashback when writing a short story?

Is it as simple as writing, “Eight months ago, the character had a different perspective of the relationship … “

May 20th, 2012 0 notes #writing #creative writing #question #fiction #feedback