[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Dreams

She turns her mind
to countless things,
then back again
where it begins.

This restless urge,
and all it brings,
to be someone—
to do something.

—Michael Faudet, Dreams—

It usually doesn’t take long for fans of Lang Leav to discover the poetry of Michael Faudet. Lang and Michael are a literary power couple who have captured the hearts of many fans, mine included, with their sweet love story and emotionally charged poetry.  Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Dreams”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] The Two Trees, A Love Story

This is a fairy tale…

A love story between a strong boy tree in a forest and an honest and innocent girl tree. 

The two trees stood next to each other at the edge of the forest, but no matter how much they loved each other, they couldn’t touch one another.

Sometimes, the wind would blow and their branches would touch, but the girl tree was still really sad.

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[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] I Sense Colors In You

“I sense colors in you. They’re strong and beautiful…and sad. I wondered what your colors were for a long time. They’re the colors of the sunset…the blazing shades of a sunset that burn just before the darkness sets in.”

—Fuyumi Soryo, MARS—

We’re traveling to Japan this week for our Writer’s Quote Wednesday. About a decade ago, I started reading manga, which is a type of Japanese graphic novel. One of the first manga series I ever picked up was titled MARS, and I devoured this love story between a shy art student and a rebellious motorcycle racer. Before I knew it, I was falling in love, having my heart broken, and crying tears—both of sadness and of joy—when I flipped the last page. I left a piece of my heart between the pages of this story and I think in return, MARS made a home in that missing piece. 

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[Short Story] Fighter. Protector. Teddy.

PART 1: THE CHOOSING

The first few days, I was super excited. They told me, a teddy like me would be picked in no time. I had all the qualities of a great teddy too: soft brown fur, plush cottony underbelly, and the heart of a fighter. I knew any kid out there would be lucky to have me. That’s what they said.

After the first few weeks, they said not to worry, because the best teddies always get picked last. I wasn’t worried. I knew I would get picked soon. I could feel it in my seams.

After the first few months, I stopped feeling it. I saw a lot of good teddies get picked up off the shelves, given a nod of approval, and taken home to the kids they’d protect no matter what. It’ll be your turn soon, they said.

I don’t know when I stopped counting, but eventually I just spent my time, slumped on the shelf. All it took was a little leaning back, a little feeling of hopelessness, and ta-da, one teddy slumped at the back of the shelf, away from all eyes of rejection. Continue reading “[Short Story] Fighter. Protector. Teddy.”

[Short Story] The Serially Lost Necklace

PART I

Her neck was bare. Her neck was not supposed to be bare. Her neck was supposed to have a necklace. There was a necklace right there!

She took several deep breaths and stared at her reflection in disbelief. She lost it. This made no sense. She didn’t lose things. She still had a beaded bracelet that she made in first grade! But the truth was staring right at her-or rather, not at her.

It was a simple necklace: Continue reading “[Short Story] The Serially Lost Necklace”