Her earthy like skin tone, the creases of age lined her dough like face, and her black pupils focused sternly on mine. I knew she wasn’t happy, it was her first grandson of course, but she did not held back. Her grip tightened as she told me in her native tongue, “Care well for him and make him happy”. I forced a smile and told her that would but she just grimaced at my words.
My wedding day continued, my half eaten plate waiting on our sweet heart table but, I did not mind. I wasn’t much hungry and I enjoyed everyone who came to greet me and my husband. We took photos as the instrumentals played, people chattered and kids went for seconds at the assorted desserts. And just as it felt long, the hours fled quickly and soon the dinner party was over. Married at age 21 doesn’t feel much different from our last 4 years of being together. I think it just comes with a few extra perks like waking up to each other and seeing each other more often however what really brings me a peace of mind is our vows…. knowing that he will forever continue to be with you. Our wedding rings is the pure symbolic meaning of our ongoing love and partnership in life…
Every day I’m reminded of our promise just by looking at our rings that are carefully nested on our fingers.
Whether one marries young or one marries and a later time of their life, the promise between two is the most beautiful.
Foolish Captain of the Sea 11/4/12: I wrote this back a while ago as you can see with the date. I was reading and have been influenced by poems hence the format. I really love this type of poem and I am unsure if it even has a proper name (if you do know, please comment! I’d love to explore this)… Enjoy, – Leohma
Surrender,
This is a short story I’ve written. My main purpose was to sketch out a character and atmosphere. Enjoy –Leohma
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“Ready?”“Yeah, let it rip!” I yelled back to someone who was a few levels above me. Our voices rippled back and forth, bouncing off from slick rocks or dusty ones, depending where you were. A heavy gray sack zipped downwards along a thick and heavy chain, its contents slamming to a halt in mid air as it reached my level.
The mining site of Midway Southline (MS for short) was filled with echoing commands, explosions, chains and screeching metals. Everyday after my share of work, I would come out of the MS holes only to be covered in sweat and dust. Mum would complain how this wasn’t suitable for a young lady but to be honest, what is?
A group of men and I hauled over the heavy sack as quickly as possible since none of us wanted our bodies to be dragged down by an incoming load and then shredded to pieces by the zipping chains.
Another group of men approached. Two of them had graying hair, around their forties but there was a young one around my age. His curly orange hair made it clear: Billy Manson.
I quickly hid behind one of my co-workers.
The guy who I used to hide suddenly clasped his arm around my little neck, leaning heavily on me.
“You still got the hots for him, Daniel?” he asked with a stupid grin on his face.
“Shut up. It ain’t none of your business,” I snapped.
“ Ho, chill, boy. I’m fine if ya’ gay ,” he took back his arm and stepped back. “Seriously, stop acting like a sissy. You are almost like ma’ sis n all.”
I glared at him. He quickly looked away frantically. Billy wasn’t a crush, quite the opposite.
If Billy were to see me then my cover would be blown and I’d be taken out of the MS. That risk cannot be taken.
Another load came down but then the howling signal stopped everything. Sore men and boys dropped their hardware onto the floor, signaling a day’s end.
I stretched my arms out and boarded the elevator.
“Going up!” shouted a guy near the levers, and up we went.
I reached out for my back pocket and took out my da’s ID.
The rest of the workers did the same by taking out their own ID’s, but also grunting on how the pay rate was low this month as well. I agreed with this one, though. The pay rate’s been lowering even more than usual the past few months and the food doesn’t come cheap.
As the elevator began to move faster, I clenched one of the rails in the back. Then, BANG!
The elevator’s floor tipped over as a chain became loose. The flickering lights gave out. Bodies rolled and smashed against each other. Uncomfortable and shoulder by shoulder, everyone started to panic.
An alarm went off and a voice followed: Alert! Code F4. Alert Code F4. Evacuate Immediately. Repeat…”
I slipped by the masses of giant muscular bodies and headed toward the front. The doors were slightly open. I checked the button and levers control panel but they were smashed.
This wasn’t an ordinary bomb accident. It was a rebel’s.
I threw my fists against the rusted elevator doors, “Damn it!” I cursed.
“Jane? Is that you?”
I turned around to see a pale face, his thin frame, freckled cheeks and curly orange hair. “What are you doing here? Women aren’t suppo-” I covered his mouth with my hands.
“Shut it, dork! Right now isn’t the time to talk about that! Save it for later, will ya”?
He nodded. I sighed, what else could go wrong? I moved back to the problem at hand.
“First we need to get out of here.” I said. I grabbed one of the doors and pulled. No budge. I look over to Billy.
“What are you doing? Get down here and help!”
Billy then grabbed the opposite door and pulled as well. Everyone else around us noticed, and bit by bit they helped out too. Soon hands began clutching the door and pulled. With the help of the rest on board, the elevator doors flung open. Bodies of stenched men pushed through the gap that was available.
Losing my stepping, I was thrown out and my face hit hard on the dirt. A quick and firm grip pulled me back to my feet.
I turned around, Billy again.
“Thanks,” I said.
He didn’t reply.
Another explosion was set off. It was dull and loud and no doubt that it came from the level below.
Rocks started to crumble and the floor shook violently. All around me, men ran for their lives, stumbling as they desperately fought their way towards the exit.
I ran with Billy. No words were being traded but the silence said it all. Billy was expecting an explanation as to why I was working in MS, disguised as a guy.
Up ahead I could see the exit of MS. Only a few meters more, past the checkpoint fence and then I would be out into the fresh air but no.
Billy stopped running. His face pale smeared with dirt and sweat, his eyes filled with terror and fright. An explosion was set off, causing a boulder to fall and block our exit. Now there was no exit. There was no way back home.
Just the same way da’ died but I’m not da’, and I will survive.
The ever growing community for Inkblazers has run been growing increasingly and the team that runs Inkblazers has come to the point of being unable to continue nuroushing it’s creation.
It’s started as website for people to publish their work online. It ranged from Comics to illustrations. Its not until later when the website changed their name to InkBlazers and transformed it to a beautiful utopia for mangaka or comic artists alike to live off of their passion: Comics.
InkBlazers was a place for authors/mangakas/comic artists to publish their work and if they met certain a criterias.
However the so well illusioned utopia has been brought to an end.
I hope creators do not give up on publishing their comics and stories.
YAY…. so much for sitting around like a lazy bum but glad to do something. So appereantly I have been nominated for the Liebster Award by my dear friend jaimelesbaguettes. So here it goes. I hope I do not bore you.
1. What is your hometown like?
I was born in Mexico for the first couple of years of my life but then moved to and was mostly raised in Texas. I barely have any memories of living in Mexico. However, whenever my cousins come over to visit, they feel like home. So I’m pretty sure that if I were to visit Mexico then I would feel as if I were at home.
2. June 20th or November 20th?
Uh….What is this supposed to mean?
3. What’s your favorite place to go for lunch?
I love spending time outside to eat my lunch. Just being there and enjoying the weather.
4. How do you like your coffee?
Coffee’s no good. It makes me way to hyper and then i cannot sleep. Its basically doomsday if I were to drink it (according to my boyfriend) So no coffe for me.
5. What’s your favorite quote?
Ah, man… Really? I love literature and yet how dare you ask such questions for I have too many to choose from!
This will do, for now: “When the hurly-bulry’s done, when battel’s lost and won.” (Act 1, Line 3 from Shakespeare’s Macbeth.)
6. If you were part of a bicycle, which part would you be?
I’d rather be the pedals than chain.the chain just goes and goes as fast or as slow as it wishes to be. Its like life, in my opinion. It can get fast with all the events in life or it can take it easy and go slow in a relaxed manner but its up to the peddlar who puts things to motion. The one who makes the decisions. The one who can stop and the one who can say “Go.”
7. What is the last book you read?
Yotsuba by the creator of Azumanga Daioh. A rather hilarious manga to read.
8. If you could be any character in fiction, which would you choose?
Yotsuba. An odd kid and well… she’s rather carefree so why not be a kid once more?
9. If you were a superhero, what would your superpower be?
That would be…. the ability to control the wind! That would be awesome, and maybe i might be able to fly too!
10. If someone wrote your biography, what would the title be?
First of all, that would be creepy. Secondly, let them name it whatever they’d like i mean, i’m not responsible if they give it a crappy name that does not sell. But if i were to write it then it’d be “Dreamer”.
11. What’s the most important part of a sandwich?
The most important is the lettuce. Can’t quite have enough of lettuce. I must confess that I am a bunny therefore i love my greens dearly (except those disgusting peas. Bleh XP)
Done! Awesome.
So now that i’ve answered the questions, let us continue with the rest…..
1. Thank the person who nominated you.
Thank you, jaimelesbaguettes.
2. Post eleven random facts about yourself.
Alrighty, in a bit.
3. Answer the eleven questions asked by the person who nominated you.
DONE!! MWUAHAHAHA!
4. Pass the award on to eleven other bloggers and be sure to notify them of their nomination.
Natasha (from Butter MAking)
Patrick Latter Photographer
Mikaeraです
For those who want to are welcomed to…. The people above are pretty much random and well…. i dont have much people to choose from but i think its kinda creepy if i were to choose random people that i dont even know or dont follow or something. But yeah, you get the drill 🙂
5. Write eleven new questions for your nominees to answer. Awesome, will do.
6. You are not allowed to nominate the blog which nominated you. Darn…. How’d you know?
7. Paste the award picture into your blog. Sweet, awards!
Random Facts About me.
1. tried to study japanese and failed. Tried to study korean but failed when pronouncing got confusing. Went back to japanese and its going smoothly. I miss korean….. SO I SHALL LEARN BOTH!!!! 私は ほんとおに 私の日本語 を れんしゅう する ひつよお が あります。リオマちゃん、がんばっておください！
2.I really enjoying cooking but I mostly only cook for myself. I feel guilty for not making more when either my sister or father come into the kitchen, their eyes lingering on whatever i’m doing….
3. From time to time, I get the feel of just doing SOMETHING. And because I am in a place in which i cannot move and run and jump as I would like to then I retort to tickleling/ hugging/ poking those near me. Do not worry, I tend to do it to friends but my boyfriend is first in line. Fortunately he’s learned to dodge and block my sudden attacks of tickleling/poking.
4. I don’t like peas.
5. I am seriously passionate about comics that it dissapoints me when those who (at first) want to become comic artists abonden the idea years or months later.
6. I enjoy playing “Don’t Starve” It might as well be called an addiction.
7. I’m supposed to be doing homework right now…
8. My senior show is in less than 2 weeks.
9. I don’t like using mouse for the computer.
10. Like fresh and crunchy foods, especially finger food.
11. Tried baking a cake once from scratch but was a total failure on sept 5, 2012. Was the first failure ever from my history of cake baking.
Questions for those who I have nominated…
1. What is your hometown like?
2. What is your hobby in your spare time?
3. If a magic wizard came and transformed you to a fruit, which would it be and why?
4. How do you like your coffee?
5. What’s your favorite quote?
6. If you were part of a bicycle, which part would you be?
7. What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen?
8. If you could be any character in fiction, which would you choose?
9. If you were a superhero, what would your superpower be?
10. If someone wrote your biography, what would the title be?
11. What’s the most important part of a sandwich?
SO! that’s that. Therefore, Mikaera, Natasha, Patrick and the rest of ya’ll who want to participate i will wait and see what you guys come up with 🙂
Also, note that I have been inactive. I did not mean to but school is being very demanding. Since I go to a school for talented young artists, a lot is expected from me. In less than two weeks I will have my senior show in which i will showcase my artwork along with two other group members I chose to work with. I will make sure to write my experience about that 🙂
I still enjoy cooking and will post from time to time recipes but I am thinking of doing other types of blogging. I dont know. Its just life is much more interesting now, especially trancending the life between that of a high schooler into a college kid.
Mina with a big tummy. A week before giving birth to pups
It’s been more than 5 months since Mina, one of my dogs, got pregnant by a street dog. As days passed, her tummy became increasingly huge! She would walk very slow, bump into things, and stare at me if I did not open the backyard door wide enough for her. My mother even noticed that Mina would lose her balance from time to time because of her tummy. The day of deliverance came soon.
Mina Nursing her Puppies.
I was working on my college essay for class when I heard Mina, my dog, in pain. I rushed over to the garage to find her attending her first new-born! Quickly, I set up a bed for her and she quickly rushed over to it.
Chata stays outside most of the time now. She doesn’t like being lonely. In this pic, She clearly shows her energetic side of her! @.@
I also had to take Chata, one of Mina’s pups, outside and calm her down. She was freaked out and confused to whatever was happening to Mina.
SUPER PINK NOSE!!! 😀 AND TINY PINK PAWS!!! XD
Thankfully, Mina’s delivery went well. She had a total of 3 pups! Yay! All of them look just like their mother.
They are super soft! Mina lets me touch them and carry them. 🙂
My family and I hope to find a caring and loving home for each one of them. I will upload cute pictures of Chata, Mina, and Mina’s newborns from time to time.
Also, I will be uploading a new cooking post on making calzone. I will research bread doughs so that I can find the best one to use. 🙂 I will probably make a video for this recipe too. If you have any suggestions on the type of bread, please tell me! I gladly appreciate any recipe request, too! Thank you!
P.S. Sorry for the bad resolution of the images. I am still trying to find the best way to post up pictures on this site. 😦
Currently new to the site and to blogging! In this blog, I will be posting about cooking, photos, events and just about anything that i may find interesting to share. I can take in requests of recipes that you wish for me to do as well. Also, check out my dA page and youtube channel:
That would be awesome, and maybe i might be able to fly too!
Leohma 