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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Dear Editor

Dear Fire

Well you are finished. I know the ending is not what you'd like, but what did you expect? Seriously. We all knew how this was going to end.

Grieving with you,
Storm

Dear Serial Comma,

Why oh why can't I remember to add that last comma to my list. I'm fairly certain my editor has a permanent comment for whenever she discovers you. Let's try and get it together, shall we?

Sincerely,
Writer




Dear Dryads,

I'm planning on visiting today so get ready to rock. I have finished with the Fire, but I'm a little depressed so be ready for some tough times.

Sincerely,
Magical Anticipation

Dear Editor,

Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are making the Storm so good. I don't even mind the painfully large number of yellow boxes that accompany each edit. You rock!

Thank you,




Dear Knights in Shining Armor,

I have to say that I totally appreciate your love and adoration of my heroins. You gentlemen really do make their lives easier, even though sometimes it is harder to love you than not. Thank you for possessing chivalry, being passionate about your feelings for my ladies, striving to work hard and be the kind of providers and protectors that they can always love, and yet still being real. You are all truly men!

Romantically Yours,
Lady in Waiting

Thursday, October 17, 2013

The Windows of Heaven

So I just read and listened to this absolutely amazing talk from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints General Conference. The talk was given by Elder David A. Bednar of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles. It is titled The Windows of Heaven.

This was a beautiful reminder of the value and blessings of paying tithing and a reminder that the Lord uses the tithing of his people to bless the Church, but it is used in inspired ways.

I guess what really struck me about this article is how Elder Bednar spoke of the blessings we receive from paying our tithing faithfully. We are promised if we:

 10  Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.

11  And I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes, and he shall not destroy the fruits of your ground; neither shall your vine cast her fruit before the time in the field, saith the Lord of hosts.

12  And all nations shall call you blesses: for ye shall be a delightsome land, saith the Lord of hosts.

Malachi 3:10-12

But Elder Bednar emphasized that though we may receive spiritual and temporal blessings they are not always in the ways that we expect.  "We may need and pray for help to find suitable employment. Eyes and ears of faith are needed, however to recognize the spiritual gift of enhanced discernment that can empower us to identify job opportunities that many other people might overlook--or the blessing of greater personal determination to search harder and longer for a position than other people may be able or willing to do. We might want and expect a job offer, but the blessing that comes to us through heavenly windows may be greater capacity to act and change our own circumstances rather than expecting our circumstances to be changed by someone or something else.

"We may appropriately desire and work to receive a pay raise in our employment to better provide the necessities of life. Eyes and ears of faith are required, however, to notice in us an increased spiritual and temporal capacity to do more with less, a keener ability to prioritize and simplify, and an enhanced ability to take proper care of the material possessions we already have acquired. We might want and expect a larger paycheck, but the blessing that comes to us through heavenly windows may be greater capacity to change our own circumstances rather than expecting our circumstances to be changed by someone or something else."

These words have struck me with such a feeling of truth and power that makes me want to change the way I look at the blessings I receive from paying my tithing. I must actively search for how the Lord has blessed me instead of focusing on what I don't have or appear to have and find the "greater capacity to change [my own] circumstances."

I encourage everyone to read this talk as it will inspire and uplift and hopefully encourage us to look for the blessings and make positive changes in our lives accordingly.


Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Finished!!!!

Yeah!!!! I finally finished the Fire prequel series. I feel so free and happy. It's done...obviously not thoroughly edited...but it's done. Now I can finally focus on other projects that have been begging for my attention. I can finally finish with the dryads and let their story be told.

Oh the joy that comes with finishing a book. I can hardly say. Hopefully someday soon my readers will be able to read all about the Storm and the Fire.

Happy day!!!








Friday, October 4, 2013

Saturday, July 6, 2013

The World Needs Pioneers Today

I totally love this article I read yesterday and I can't help but want to shout it to everyone I know, so the best way for me to shout it is to post it here and hope that my readers will enjoy it as much as I did and work to create a better world one step at a time.

The World Needs Pioneers Today

Monday, July 1, 2013

Dear Editor

Dear Editor,

It took me a while to not be upset and frustrated. It's good that we made it all the way to chapter 12 before this happened and of course after some serious thought, contemplation, frustration, more contemplation, and a bunch of other emotions I have come to the conclusion that you are right, mostly. Hopefully we will be on the same page after you review what I rewrote and edited and rewrote again. 

Sigh,

Author

Dear Fire,

Okay, I know pushing you aside was the right thing to do while I tried to work on other things, but I have to admit that I am thoroughly enjoying working with you right now.

Cheers,

Writer

Dear Dryads,

I'm so sorry you have been shoved aside. I will return. I promise. Just as soon as I'm done burning.

Fiery Yours,

MMason

Dear Blog,

I know you've been neglected. Don't worry, so has everything else in my life.

Crazily busy,

Blogger


Sunday, June 30, 2013

Books...Again


So I've actually been reading again and I've apparently been on an Orson Scott Card kick. I finally read Shadow of the Giant and Shadows in Flight and I am anxiously awaiting Speaker for the Dead to come to my library branch.

I also just finished Rachel and Leah from his Women of Genesis series. This one really made me think...about a lot of things...I'm not sure I totally loved it, but I also didn't hate it. It was a good book, but...

That's exactly how I felt about The Hunger Games. They were good books, but...

Anyways. I thought I would share a little of what I have actually been reading that doesn't belong to me. I'm still working on the Storm stuff and now I have a little Fire mixed in. :)

Happy readings.


Monday, June 17, 2013

Slacker and then some.

So I haven't really been into my blog lately. I've been crazy busy with my job and commuting and stuff. So, I'm sorry there hasn't been anything interesting or new to peruse. Hopefully soon I will find a break and some inspiration to start a new story. If not then hopefully I will be able to publish one of my existing novels and then I can tell everyone all about it.

Have a great day and happy reading!!!


Friday, June 7, 2013

I am a totally crazy writer

So is it totally insane that I just wrote a 118 page book in four days?

I already knew I had no life, especially when I'm on call and not at home, but this seems a little insane even for me.

Well now the question is: is it good?

Yeah, I think so. At least I think it is. Does it need editing? Duh, and I'm sure lots of it.

Yep, I'm still in shock. I'm thinking total inspiration, divine guidance, the stars aligned. All of the above!

Crazy. Wow. Crazy.


Monday, May 27, 2013

Memorial Day

Today is a day for remembering.
We need to remember to thank the Lord for the this amazing land and all the other blessings we've been given.
We need to thank the men and women, past and present, who give their time, talents, energies and lives to give us freedom.
We need to thank our families and friends for loving us and putting up with our peculiar behaviors and idiosyncrasies.
We need to thank our husbands and wives for being our friends, partners, and loves.
We need to thank our children for bringing entertainment, love, joy, and even challenges to our lives that makes us stronger.
We need to thank our employers, even the ones we don't like, for giving us an opportunity to work and for those who don't have jobs, thank the people who are willing to help, serve, and get them on their feet if they choose.
We need to thank those who have gone before us, who have fought, lived, and loved their children enough to want a better country.
Memorial Day is for remembering. Even if it is simply remembering the one act of kindness that made you smile, please remember.

I have a good friend who shared her story and I would like to share it with my readers.
This Is My Story.

Today I remember, so tomorrow I can live with gratitude.


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Dear Editor

Dear English Language,

I never really understood just how complicated and complex you were until I started writing novels. I am amazed at how many different versions or words and phrases there are and to make things even worse one word can have multiple meanings that will confuse and distort even more. 

Cheers to the millions of people in the world who have mastered you and cheers to all my English teachers throughout elementary, middle, high schools and college. Wow. Yep that's it, wow!

Sincerely,

Author

P.S. First off I have never done a ps and you should be honored. Second, I'm sorry but because of my imagination I'm afraid I have invented new words. :)

Dear Keyboard,

What is up with you. Are you getting hot or overworked or something? Seriously, I am waaaay too busy for you to be acting up and you are waaaay too new to be having issues. Snap to it now, let's get to work.

Tap, tap, tapping on the keys,

Typist

Dear Seranea,

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry you had to be poisoned, but I'm glad we have new dimensions to work with in the people you are now associating with. Who would have thought...elflins. Also you really don't have too much to complain about. Talk to Eridale and she'll tell you what pain really is.

Sorry again,

Imagination

Dear Storm,

Ha Ha! I have finally managed to subdue your evil counterpart, the prequel series, and have actually been able to focus on the dryads. Back back ye stormy fiend, I shall triumph yet!

Fighting Fingers,

Challenged

Dear Elvish,

I know there are so many writers out there who have invented their own elvish language and I am very excited to now add my scattering of words to that mess. Although I think I like my elvish best of all, but that is probably just a pride thing.

Theloil per-oithe (I enter in peace),



Monday, May 20, 2013

More Conference means more spirit.

So I have been reading and listening to (thank you church app) several conference talks and there are two that I most definitely suggest reading and/or listening to. Though it is pretty awesome to listen and read, I seem to get a lot more out of it.

The first one is by President Thomas S. Monson, Obedience Brings Blessings. President Monson quotes the Hymn Oh Say, What is Truth, no. 272.

Tho the heavens depart and the earth's fountains burst,
Truth, the sum of existence, will weather the worst,
Eternal, unchanged, evermore.

In Doctrine and Covenants 93:24 he quoted:

Truth is knowledge of things as they are, and as they were, and as they are to come. ...
The spirit of truth is of God. ...
And no man receiveth a fullness unless he keepeth his commandments.
He that keepeth [God's] commandments receiveth truth and light, until he is glorified in truth and knoweth all things.

Wow. That is totally amazing. I love the truth and I love it when the scriptures really lay it down for you. President Monson goes on to say:

"There is no need for you or for me, in this enlightened age when the fulness of the gospel has been restored, to sail uncharted seas or to travel unmarked roads in search of truth. A loving Heavenly Father has plotted our course and provided an unfailing guide--even obedience. A knowledge of truth and the answers to our greatest questions come to us as we are obedient to the commandments of God."

What a promise to use to remain obedient in all things and we will gain knowledge and truth!!!

The second talk is by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, Lord, I Believe. Elder Holland shares the story of the man who came to the apostles to seek help for his son, but they were unable to give the service. The Lord then told the man that all things were possible to them that believe and the man immediately replied 'Lord, I believe, help thou my unbelief.'

Elder Holland then explains "We are told that [belief] is good enough for a beginning." We must "hold fast to what you already know and stand strong until additional knowledge come." And when question and problems come to us, "do not start your quest for faith by saying how much you do not have, leading as it were with your unbelief...I am asking you to be true to the faith that you do have."

What wise council this is for us in our day where there are so many people and ideas out there that challenge what we know and believe, that challenge the truth, trying to dress it in the false ideas of the world.

I am grateful for truth, for the power of MY beliefs, and the faith I have gained, and the knowledge and faith I will continue to gain as I progress.


Thursday, May 16, 2013

Writers


So on my hubpages account I have discovered an amazing writer. Well I didn't actually discover her. She became one of my followers and then I started reading her stuff and I love the way she writes. So this is my plug for her to check out her stuff.


Happy reading!


Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Dear Editor

Dear Apostrophe,

Do you understand just how obnoxious you are when I have to type you over and over again. Seriously. I know you have many uses, but I can only type Mother's Day so many times before I get tired of adding you in.

Seriously Annoyed,

Daughter

Dear Realize (as in the word realize)

So I just read through several books and I realized that I use the word realized way too many times. How much can one person actually realize in one book. Obviously a lot. So thank you realizations, but I have realized the mistake of using you too much and I am going to realize some other options.

Registering, perceived, discerned, noticed, understand, grasped, comprehended, see, recognized, worked out, fathomed, apprehended, savvy, figured out

Enlightened

Dear Storm,

So I just perceived (I can't use the word realize anymore, or at least for a month) that there is going to be a lot more of you in the future. I don't know if I will ever be able to finish with the dryads because you are so prevalent in my mind lately. Not even just as a prequel. I'm totally thinking full novels and series. It's crazy. You will seriously be keeping me busy for years to come. I'm almost exhausted thinking about it and yet I get very excited too. Crazy!

Intrigued and Inspired,





Dear Writing,

You are my passion, my love, my future. I just wish I had more time to give you you and better pay from stroking the keys of my laptop. (sigh)

Cheers,

Author

Dear Dryads,

I have left you out in the cold to fend for yourselves, but hopefully you will be anxious to continue when I am finally ready to return to your beautiful forests.

Soon to be yours,

Writer

Monday, May 13, 2013

AWESOME MUSIC

So I have a very good, very talented friend who has now put together a CD that is available on itunes. He has some great music that he wrote. Check it out at:

Ryan Sandberg-How Can I Complain?

I'm really excited about this because he totally deserves to have his music out there for people to buy.


Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mother's Day

So Mother's Day has been kind of hard since my own mother passed away a few years ago. I usually attend church ready to cry and miss my mother, but today was really awesome.

I attended a young single adult (YSA) ward in Oregon and they were absolutely amazing and welcoming. Instead of focusing on Mothers (which most of us singles aren't) we talked about the Priesthood. It was an amazing day and I was really glad that I had read my scriptures this morning because a few of the things we discussed in Sunday School and Relief Society meetings applied to what I had read this morning.

It just makes me grateful to a Heavenly Father who knows what I need. This day is totally what I needed for Mother's Day.

But not to put down Mother's Day, I want to wish a very heartfelt and happy Mother's Day to all the mothers in my life who have helped, guided, loved and been there for me. Especially I want to thank those very close friends who have been like mother's to me after my own passed away. I appreciate all of you and I hope that you have a very special Mother's Day!!!


And to my own Mother, who now resides with the angels in heaven, I love you and miss you so much and I wish I could see you right now and tell you in person, but that wasn't part of God's plan for us. I hope you have a wonderful Mother's Day flying like lightening across the sky to check on each of your children. I love you, Mom!!!

Courtesy of Melanie Mason
In loving memory of Judy Mason

So apparently I've been busy...

Well things have been a bit on the crazy side for me. I had a lot of flying at the end of April and then I transferred domiciles, again, and then I drove my car from Phoenix, AZ to Portland, OR.
We stopped briefly in Redding, CA and took pictures at the Redding temple. Now I have visited all of the temples in CA except for Sacramento. It was too far out of the way. :(

And now my car is in Oregon
Mount Shasta on the drive
Wait a minute! We left Phoenix two days ago! Did I make a wrong turn?

 Once I arrived in Portland I got to spend a fun day with my best friend on her birthday. We went into the city and saw some cool things. We rode the tram up the hillside.

It wasn't as scary as I thought it was going to be.

Portland, OR from the tram. Pretty cool!

 And I got to go inside the awesomest book store ever! Powell's books. It goes on and on and on and on...

On our way into the city we stopped by the Portland, OR temple. It is so beautiful. I just love temples.






And check out this amazing view from the house where I get to stay with some wonderful people.


Overall it has been a crazy two weeks and thus I haven't really added much except to finish The Shadow. Now I know all my readers are just dying to have another story, but I'm not going to get your hopes up. I am working on a project that is taking all of my time and so it might be a while before I have another story to add. Keep posted. There will definitely be some Dear Editors and maybe even some sneak stories. 

Happy Day and Amazing Week!!!



Wednesday, April 24, 2013

The Shadow 27


“Is she all right?” Marissa heard Sarah ask in a worried voice.
“She just fainted. After all of this she finally acts like a proper woman,” Sean says sardonically.
Marissa eyes fluttered open in annoyance. She was lying on a couch in an ornately decorated sitting room.
“She certainly is a brave, young thing,” an older woman added.
“To a fault, Your Majesty,” Sean replied.
Victoria was there. Marissa groaned. Sean was at her side immediately.
“Are you all right, Marissa?” he asked gently.
“You said you were never coming back,” Marissa accused, avoiding his question.
Sean looked chagrined. “I could never leave you, Marissa. I love you too much to ever leave you,” he declared. “Besides, Sarah sent me a message in London telling me what you were planning.”
Marissa blushed and sat up. “You saved us both,” she said, looking around for her mother.
Sarah came over to the couch. “And your actions saved the Queen, Marissa.”
Marissa’s mind reviewed the events of the past few hours and with a blush she realized she was still in the invisible suit, but someone had wrapped a cloak around her.
“You’ve done me a great service Lady Edgington. How I can repay you,” Victoria said kindly, coming over.
Marissa quickly got to her feet and curtsied before her Queen. She looked from one face to another and then settled on Sean’s. He had finally declared his feelings and she knew that she would never be content without him. She loved him too.
“Order him to marry me,” Marissa told the Queen simply. 
“What could possibly be stopping him?” Victoria asked.
“He’s much too proper to ask me himself and he won’t act out of respect for my father’s good name,” Marissa grumbled.
Victoria smiled.
“Your Majesty, it’s time for you to return to bed. You’ll have no strength if you stay up any longer,” a stately looking gentleman said from the doorway.
“Well, I have been summoned my dears. The guard will escort you out and I’m sure they will have questions for you as well. Thank you again my dear,” Victoria said patting Marissa’s cheek. She moved on to Sean, glancing back at Marissa, and ordered. “Marry her. She needs to be kept busy.”
Sean smiled and Marissa blushed. They all bowed as Victoria left and then two guards appeared at the door. Sean spent the next hour explaining what had happened to the head of Victoria’s security and he in turn promised to have the police arrest Jarvis and John. Marissa felt worn out and ready for her own comfortable bed.
“Let’s get you home,” Sean said putting an arm around her slender shoulders. She could feel the bruises where Simon had grabbed her. “And I want a doctor to look at Sarah’s head where she hit the mirror.”
“I’ll be fine, Sean,” Sarah murmured.
“I think you should take a rest from the social scene of London for a while, Marissa. Maybe it’s time you vacationed at the country estate. I could join you in a few weeks after we wrap up this mess,” Sean said matter-of-factly.
Marissa gripped his arm, feeling the same sensation of loneliness at his suggestion. “Don’t leave me, Sean,” she said urgently.
He looked into her eyes and smiled. “It will only be a fortnight and then I’ll come out. That should be plenty of time for you to plan a wedding, don’t you think?”
Her eyes widened at his words. “Are you sure?” she asked hopefully.
“Marissa, I’ve loved you for so long that I can’t imagine living without you. It killed me inside to walk away from you and as soon as I did I knew it was a mistake.” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “It gave me time to consider just how foolish my ideas of what was proper were. If you’ll have me...if you love me, I want to marry you.”
“Oh Sean, I do love you,” she declared throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly.
“And besides, Victoria commanded me to marry you. I can’t disappoint the Queen,” he murmured with a smile.

The End


Monday, April 22, 2013

The Shadow 26


The week before the royal celebration passed quickly, despite Simon’s constant presence. Marissa found herself being monopolized by his outings. She never had been a society girl, but Simon forced her and sometimes Sarah into the center of the social circles on the Isle. They attended dinner parties and dances, garden socials and games. Her holiday took on a busy schedule that she never would have tolerated in London.
Finally the night before the Queen’s celebration she begged for a quiet evening at home and Simon acquiesced. Marissa spent the evening going over plans with Sarah. The next day she told Simon they would be spending the day preparing for the celebration and he left them to themselves with the promise that he would arrive at 6:45 sharp to escort them to Osborne House.
Marissa spent the day with Sarah putting together their clothes for the evening as well as reviewing the social proprieties expected of them at court. Sarah shook her head in dismay at what she would be expected to remember, but Marissa told her to stay nearby and she would help her.
That evening they dressed carefully, Marissa put the invisible suit on underneath her dress. Sarah helped her with her hair and then carefully inserted the dagger so it hid among the curls. When they were finished they examined their figures in the mirror.
Sarah looked completely different with her blond hair curled and pinned up and an elegant dress accentuating her figure. Marissa finished off the look with some of her own jewels. She examined her mother with critical eye, straightening and tucking until Sarah looked perfect.
“These should have been yours,” Marissa said quietly, as she adjusted the emerald necklace.
“I never wanted them. I only wanted Jonathan,” Sarah murmured, touching the jewels. She turned to Marissa and touched her cheek. “You really are like him in so many ways. He was a true gentleman.”
“I wish I could have known him,” Marissa sighed.
She patted her hair one last time and they headed downstairs. True to his word, Simon arrived at 6:45. He exclaimed over their beauty and grace and Marissa had to check herself from rolling her eyes or making a snide comment. Simon handed them into the carriage and they drove off toward the royal house.
The lights of Osborne House sparkled cheerfully through the trees and the collection of carriages and servants at the main entrance promised a delightful but long evening. Marissa and Sarah were whisked inside to greet the royal family and give their felicitations to Queen Victoria. With a smile, Marissa noticed several middle aged gentlemen eyeing Sarah as they entered the grand ballroom.
She introduced her as Catherine Lawrence and let the men lead her onto the dance floor. Shortly she found herself in Simon’s eager grasp dancing along side her mother. She danced several with Simon and other young men attending and decided she would enjoy the evening thoroughly despite what would come later on.
She kept a careful eye on the large clock in the corner and shortly after ten started planning her escape. Around ten-thirty Victoria retired from the gathering and Marissa knew she would have to make her move soon. Feigning a bout of weariness she pleaded with her dance partner to let her rest a few and then carefully made her way to a secluded room.
In her earlier excursion she had searched out the best place for her to remove her clothing so she could become invisible. The room was ideal, since it was accessible by guests, but ill suited for anything but a secret rendezvous. She quickly removed the skirt and bustle and tucked them beneath a couch, followed by the bodice and corset, leaving only the invisible suit. She then removed her jewelry and tucked them into the folds of the hidden dress and focused on the Shadow persona.
No sooner had she done so than a pair of youthful giggles sounded outside the room and a young couple entered.
“Are you sure no one will find us?” the young girl asked nervously.
“We are quite alone, my dear,” the young man answered.
Annoyance washed over Marissa and she walked over to where the couple had started kissing. With a firm tap on his shoulder she hissed, “I can see you,” then left the room.
“Who was that?” the girl asked fearfully.
“I don’t know,” the boy replied, nervously.
“Well I’m not staying here any longer,” the girl humphed.
Marissa smiled and continued into the passageway that led to the Queen’s room. It didn’t take her long to find the long hallway and silently slip past the guards. She knew right where she wanted to wait and she hoped she wouldn’t have to wait long. She sat down in the shadows of a tall vase filled with peacock feathers and scanned the passage.
About ten minutes later she heard a quiet groan from the guards and saw them slide to the ground. She hoped they weren’t dead, but knowing the ruthlessness of the man she was certain they were. She continued to scan the shadows, waiting in silence.
Finally, in the dim light Marissa could see the blurry movement near the wall as it moved toward her. The invisible man really was here and Queen Victoria was just a few rooms away. She knew she couldn’t let him get any closer, but she was no match for a man’s strength. Knowing she had to stop him somehow she reached into the knot of her hair and pulled out the slender dagger Sarah had given her.
The blur passed right by her and with a quick motion she sliced at him cutting the invisible material and the man’s arm. With a muted cry the man swung around and knocked the knife from her hand and lunged for her. She flitted easily from his grasp using the bloody hole in his suit as a gauge.
“Well, well, well, it looks like I have a Shadow. I should have taken care of you the last time we met. I thought you weren’t planning on staying.”
“How could I miss such a lovely party?” Marissa said quietly. “Jarvis’ instructions were fairly clear.”
“He won’t be pleased that you discovered his note. I told him he shouldn’t write anything down, but he thought he was safe. Ha. Safe in a world where he has made people invisible,” the man says sarcastically.
“I never take anything in writing,” Marissa agreed.
The man lunged for her, but she moved easily out of his way.
“Come out of the Shadows, my dear, I’m dying to see your face,” he taunted.
Marissa kept her mouth shut.
“Fine then. I have work to do. It is time your little queen takes a permanent nap,” the man said with an evil laugh.
He started toward Victoria’s room and Marissa knew she had to stop him. She threw herself at his visible arm using all of her strength to knock him over. She could feel his muscles through the thin, invisible suit he wore. As they tumbled to the floor she was grateful she had taken the fabric from John’s lab and made her own suit. Their bodies hit the floor and she scrambled away.  She can now see the blood soaked material easily and the hand of the man holding the wound.
“Curse you, Shadow.” The man’s deep, angry voice gains a familiar ring. “You’re going to regret coming here.”
“I’m not going to let you get away with this,” Marissa answered firmly.
He laughed. “You can’t stop this. It is just the beginning of everything. No country’s leader will be safe from my men. We will sweep through the world eliminating anyone who opposes us and no one will ever see any of them coming,” he boasted wickedly.
“You’re mad!” Marissa exclaimed.
“I’m not mad, just a visionary. I can see a future without the ridiculous leaders who know nothing of the power they can wield,” he replied.
Marissa moved cautiously keeping the man’s bloody arm always in sight.
“Once I prove to the world that I can kill England’s Queen, no one will dare oppose me.”
Marissa noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. Sarah was creeping down the hall slowly, moving from shadow to shadow.
“This will never work. I will stop you,” Marissa declared.
“Actually, my dear Shadow, you are some of my inspiration. I wanted men who could live normal lives, men who wouldn’t be suspect, but could still do my bidding. It took me a while to finally realize that you had mastered John’s potion. You alone have been able to will yourself visible and invisible.”
Marissa gasped. How did he know?
“This is a valuable skill indeed. A skill worthy of none other than the amazing Marissa Edgington,” he cried triumphantly.
Marissa stepped back as she felt her invisibility slip. Suddenly the man lunged for her, pinning her arms to her sides and knocking her to the floor. They landed near a full length mirror and the man used his strength to hold her down.
“I am sorry that we couldn’t get more acquainted, Marissa, but you were too smart and suspicious to be of any use to me,” the man laughed wickedly.
Suddenly Marissa knew exactly who he was.
Simon Anderson’s face suddenly appeared as he pulled the hood of his suit back.
“You!” Marissa exclaimed. “It was you the whole time.”
“This really is my greatest investment,” Simon said cheerfully.
“This will never work. The guards are on their way.”
“And how can they fight someone they can’t see? They’ll be dead before they know it and so will your aging queen.”
“I will make sure you don’t succeed!” Marissa declared firmly.
Simon laughed at her. “Ha. You’re nothing more than a woman.” He brought his face close to hers and then roughly pulled her to her feet. He held her arms behind her in a vice-like grip that she couldn’t break. “But I can’t have you alerting the authorities, so I suppose I will have to take you with me. I’m sure you’ll learn to appreciate my place in the alps. It’s very secluded and lonely up there, but I’ll make sure you stay warm. Besides I will need some entertainment on those long cold nights” he said suggestively, running his hand familiarly down her side and thigh.
She was horrified at the thought of what he was insinuating.
“You are a beautiful woman, Lady Edgington,” he said, forcefully kissing her on the lips.
“Unhand my daughter!” Sarah called, from behind them. Marissa saw the vase just before it crashed over Simon’s head. With a cry of fury Simon turned on Sarah and shoved her into the f mirror, shattering it. Marissa moved away but he quickly caught her and dragged her back to see her mother. Sarah had slumped to the ground, shattered glass littering the floor around her.
“And you have outlived your usefulness, Sarah Clarence,” Simon growled.
He pulled a pistol from his suit and aimed it at Sarah’s unmoving form.
“No! Marissa screamed as the gun went off.
Simon’s grip loosened immediately and she broke away from him. She stared at Sarah’s unmoving body for several seconds before she realized there was no blood. Moments later Simon turned to face her. Crimson liquid spread quickly across his chest as he crumpled to the floor without a sound. Just a few feet down the passageway she could see a man holding a smoking pistol. It took her several moments before she realized who it was. Marisa stared in shock and disbelief and then crumpled in a swoon.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Cuteness embodied

So I have to admit that I am a sucker for adorable pictures of my little doggies. I miss them when I'm gone, but at least I have these reminders of just how cute they are.
Hi Mommy. Whatcha doin?

I just can't deal with it anymore.

Nobody will play with me. (depressed sigh)

Big paws, little dog.

I'm bored...and in about two minutes
I'm going to sit on your chest until
you play with me.

Yes, my nose is cold...well it's always cold,
but it feels cold right now.

All snug in his bed,
with visions of treats dancing in his head.

I'm bored.

General Grant




Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Dear Editor

Dear Editor,

You think you're being mean or brutal or even harsh, but you're not. I love your comments and your common sense. You are making the Storm even better and I'm very grateful for your help.

Sincerely,

M M Mason

Dear S,

It's going to work out, I promise. And though there will probably be pain and suffering in the future it will be happy in the end.

Always Present,

Fate

Dear Prequel,

I know, I know, you're still waiting! Give me another month with the dryads and I promise I will return...well maybe two months, I'm changing domiciles AGAIN and things are a little crazy right now. Ok, let's be safe. Give me three months and then I promise we'll talk.

Stormily Waiting,

Author

Dear ^,

I don't even know how to use you or why you are even on my keyboard except to make interesting smiley characters, and even then I don't know how you would work.

Sorry,

:)

Dear Frog,

You're not a prince. Get over it.

Lips Sealed,

Princess

Dear Publishers,

I'm still waiting...patiently...ok, not so patiently. Please, someone give me something, anything...

Writer in Waiting