Blind Sight: Leocardo | Chapter Twelve

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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez

Chapter TWELVE

GUILTY ITCH

BlindSightLeoBookCoverAna looked at him silently. The concerned look Ana gave him did nothing to comfort him. Suddenly, he realized why she wore it.

“Not even your family can leave?” His voice faltered as the truth hit him.

Ana’s words soothed him as she re-enforced the need to not be afraid. “Most people only have one gift, I have two. They are both weaker than someone with only one, but it is unique. I am sure that as soon as we figure out what Odette’s gift is, that it can be managed, just like any other gift, it’s just…stronger, has a longer reach than most people.”

Leocardo was still enraged with helplessness and the desire to protect his sister. How could he have been brought here against his will? If only he could lash out against something or someone but he wasn’t angry at anyone, it was this island, it was this situation. A wave of calm swept over him. Listening to Ana’s words comforted him to the point where he felt his body relax into his seat. The soft material molded around his weight as he leaned his back against the chair. He apologized. “I’m just really worried, but as you said, she’s just different and apparently powerful.” He bit his tongue to keep from admitting how much he hated this place.

“I cannot imagine what you are going through with all of this uncertainty; I do not think anything bad of you because of it. It is not unreasonable to want to run, just…impossible.” Ana’s words continued to soothe.

Ana shuffled the papers back together into the folder. As Ana filed the drawings away, he saw an image of an illustrated Aurora from Sleeping Beauty that gave him ominous chills.

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The throbbing silence of the library was all that accompanied him. Ana had left for work. His mind wandered to the conversation they had before she left, with the drawings temporarily abandoned. He discovered that Ana’s sweet cravings were for pancakes rather than the expected chocolate. Also, recently she had been nursing Nate through his unemployment dilemma. Apparently Nate had been a long-term friend of the family, first close to Tatiana until one day she tossed him aside, bored.

Leocardo sighed, pacing the room when he noticed a desk he had paid little attention to earlier; it had a few uninteresting documents and an obsessively color-coded calendar with Ana’s name scrawled along the top. Leocardo immediately shielded his eyes to respect her privacy, but curiosity corrupted his innocent intentions as he leaned over and examined what she was doing for lunch on Friday.

Leocardo could envision bringing Ana close in an embrace, breathing in her long blonde hair. His arms ached to circle her waist. He could imagine her laughter, as if coated in smooth honey. She was the kind of girl that he could like without hesitation. She oozed compassion and tenderness. Would it be wrong to like her as more than a friend? Would Odette care? Continue reading

Picture it & Write

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Welcome to the Picture it & Write creative writing exercise. I invite people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (please provide a translation). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph will be reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr and added to the Picture it & Write gallery on Facebook and Pinterest.

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Creative Writing Exercise: Metallic Ink in Water

Original image by Alberto Seveso.

The poison dripped into the water, spreading across the bottom of the pond. The color faded as the poison dissipated. The chemical company saw the clear water and decided the parts per million must be small enough that no one would ever know.

Over the months, everything seemed fine. The company continued to make occasional trips to the pond since as of yet, no fish had turned belly up. It was not until the next generation when cancer in the town was on the rise that people noticed fish with five eyes, two heads, hearts on the outside of their bodies, and one that glowed while its ancestors didn’t.

-Eliabeth Hawthorne

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Book Review: Storm Front by Jim Butcher

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Storm Front
The Dresden Files, Book 1

by Jim Butcher

genre: urban fantasy, crime

Summary

storm-front-coverHarry Dresden is a wizard. In the yellow pages, paranormal investigations, consulting, the whole nine-yards, publicly practicing wizard. “Normal” people mock him and the White Council has him on their watch list. He’s broke and technology likes to malfunction around him; the more modern an object, the more likely it is to jam. He’s not athletic, but he’s become well acquainted with stairs in order to avoid using the elevator.

When someone breaks the first rule of magic, “Thou Shall Not Kill Using Magic,” Dresden is blamed, the White Council is likely to vote a death sentence, and Dresden has less than 48 hours before he becomes the next victim.

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Blind Sight: Leocardo | Chapter Eleven

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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez

Chapter ELEVEN

Weight of the Curse

BlindSightLeoBookCoverLeocardo walked up to the Dawson manor door and fiddled with the inner material of his jean pockets. The curiosity about his gift was eating him alive. He knocked and was relieved to see Ana as the door swung open, his eyes brightened as he saw her.

“Hello, come on in.” She stepped aside. It was spacious and beautiful inside the Dawson manor. There was a vintage flavor to the furniture and decorating. Without avail she led him to their large collection of books in a modest room.

“Over here is where we keep the more sensitive material,” she explained as she moved toward a shelf in the back. “These shelves are historical records documenting what powers have shown up before, how common they are…things like that.”

He looked around at the multitude of volumes, totally lost.

“It’s a bit embarrassing, but…apart from helping Odette of course, I really just want to…I guess…I want to know what I have,” he said trying not to sound stupid again but was unsure what to say. She called it ‘magic,’ Theo used the term ‘gifts,’ and he thought of them as ‘powers’, but they all sounded surreal in his mind.

Ana opened a number of volumes before deciding on one which was concerned with the dormancy of gifts.

“It may be that your gift is still dormant,” she consoled, “but you have a gift otherwise the dogs would not have let you in.”

“The dogs?” he questioned suddenly very curious, taking the book from her hands, half wishing he had touched her hand in the same motion. “They weren’t checking me for drugs?”

She laughed, “No, they were not checking for drugs. They help separate immigrants from tourists. They seem to be more sensitive to knowing who has been gifted and who has not than any other animal and so far they have never been wrong.”

His memory was hazy as he thought back; it seemed so long ago, but he did faintly remember the dogs circling them contently. He felt relieved. This information confirmed he was gifted. Continue reading

Picture it & Write

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Original image found on Pinterest.

Original image found on Pinterest.

Stop leaving me behind. My friends claim I will never grow up. Once they graduated college, they started ignoring my calls and setting instant messenger statuses to invisible. Enjoying cartoons and video games does not make me immature. Working forty to sixty hours a week, I need a fictional world into which I can escape, somewhere my brain can turn off and unwind from the day. No one asked me if I wanted to grow up with them.

No one asked me if I wanted to turn Dungeons and Dragons into a game night with Charades and wine. No one asked me. Everyone decided, all on their own, that they’d outgrown me. Stop leaving me behind. I’ll never give up my “childish” things but that doesn’t mean that when we are together, I can’t grow with you too.

-Eliabeth Hawthorne

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Blind Sight: Leocardo | Chapter Ten

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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez

Chapter TEN

BRISK BEGINNINGS

BlindSightLeoBookCoverA month had passed since Odette’s release from the hospital and Leocardo was finding peace in routine. Odette seemed to be doing well in school and spent an increasing amount of time with Ana amongst her other school friends. The normal school year had ended, but a special three-week program was in session for youth and immigrants who needed training on controlling their gifts. Odette had gone for the first week and sporadically the second. Then it was decided that she should not waste their time, or hers until she had an idea what gift had been bestowed on her.

“They say I shouldn’t bother going anymore,” Odette sighed, throwing her bag onto the floor. Finding a place on the sofa next to Cielo, she brought the dog in for a tight cuddle.

Leocardo wasn’t sure what to say. He was angry at the teachers in that program but they weren’t trying to be mean. They were just being honest.

“It’s not like we’re leaving this place anytime soon. You’ll find out your gift soon enough,” he tried to encourage her.

“At least you don’t know what yours is either. That gives me hope.” Odette said.

Leocardo rolled his eyes but smiled. “Gracias. You’re too kind.”

“Or maybe we just have terrible genes. Eyesight has already failed me,” Odette sighed. Leocardo didn’t like how her sadness had painted her words.

Growing up, Leocardo often thought about how hard it must have been for Odette to manage her blindness. But in time he learned that she did not really find it to be a burden because she had never experienced sight to start with. Still, she had known she was different to others. She was special, but not the way a teenager wants to be. He knew she hated being pitied or coddled. He considered walking over and giving her a hug as well, but then decided it would be overkill.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Theodore said that this place brought us here for a reason. We must both have gifts. And you’re meant to have something special.”

From the corner of his eye, Leocardo noticed Odette biting her lip pensively. There was a small smile tugging at her lip. He saw her mouth the word ‘special’. Continue reading

__picture it & write

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Flickr / davideji

Flickr / davideji

The drug swims through my veins, tickling my organs, and relaxing my limbs. I feel myself fall backwards but I don’t hit the hard ground, I float instead. I am surrounded by the sky, above me, below me, around me. I watch as the clouds glide by in the shape of pigs and dragons. It is so calm and beautiful and peaceful. This is amazing. I am somewhere else, somewhere both new and familiar, and there is not a worry on my mind. I don’t think until I start to fall from the sky and my body slams against the ground.

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__Livraria Lello & Irmão

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I went on a holiday to Porto (Portugal) last week. I chose it because it was a lot warmer than where I am currently residing (The Netherlands), it has a lot more sun, and there were cheap Ryanair flights. Before Ryanair, I hadn’t heard of Porto. On the second day, I went on a free walking tour. At one of our stops, we came to a famous, old, and very beautiful book store called Livraria Lello & Irmão. I was in awe looking around. Then the guide told us that it was a book store that JK Rowling was inspired by when writing Harry Potter. She apparently wrote the very beginning chapters of Harry Potter and the Philospher’s Stone in the little cafe above.

How did I not know this? I went back to my hostel, opened up Google, and researched. JK Rowling had spent three years in Porto! The guide was telling the truth. I was in awe and felt like my trip became a little more special (as a massive Harry Potter fan). I originally wanted to go to Edinburgh so I could visit The Elephant Cafe where she wrote a lot of Harry Potter, but decided against it in March because of the cold. But turns out, I ended up connecting with a piece of her past anyway! I was over the moon. The only famous person I’ve ever really wanted to meet was JK Rowling (and… maybe Ed Sheeran).

I took two photos of the magical book store and you can see some great photos on Google HERE. I wish a book store like this existed near where I lived. Continue reading

Blind Sight: Leocardo | Chapter Nine

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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez

Chapter NINE

MOURNING CHANGES

BlindSightLeoBookCoverOdette slept through the night. Very few times did her movements alert Leocardo as he tried to sleep in the chair by her bed. Although it looked like a soft marshmallow, it contained taut and ill shaped blocks of hardened foam, making her sleep much more peaceful than his.

Her voice broke the disgruntled sleep he was experiencing. “Leo?”

She moved her head as she repeated the request for her brother in her own darkness that her eyes restricted her to. He wiped his mouth and cleared his eyes and tried to focus on her. “Si?

Her head snapped to the direction of his voice.

She wanted more answers. Once he explained what had happened and where they were, he could see how tense she had become. She kept shaking her head in disbelief.

“So what did the doctors say?”

He was at a loss for words. He could not tell her about the powers of Edaion and the hold it had on them both, especially her. He had to wait until Theodore told her.

“They want us to keep a closer eye on you, but they suspect it was just dehydration that made you faint,” he lied. That answer satisfied her, and she rested back on the bed.

Podemos ir a casa?” She was hoping they could go home. He raised himself out of the chair and told her he would see.

Despite the quick in and out treatment one received in city hospitals, this one differed greatly. They insisted Odette stay for a few more hours and would not release her until further observation of her mental state.

Leocardo sat beside Odette. Thoughts of his parents rose. This was a moment he would have appreciated their support. “Odette, do you miss our parents?” Continue reading

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