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About 9 months ago, my friend really encouraged me to listen to the podcast Serial. I was hesitant to start because I wasn’t sure if the podcast could truly keep me hooked. Turns out, it hooked me hard and fast. Serial is an amazing podcast where a crime journalist pieces together the existing evidence of a murder case that happened 15 years ago in America to see if the man who was convicted was truly guilty. A young teenage girl went missing and was found dead and her ex-boyfriend , another teenager at the time, was suspected and sent to prison.

serial-social-logoOh, it was such a good podcast! I truly recommend it to anyone who loves crime, and the whole story takes on another level because it really did happen and you hear the voices of many people involved (including the man who supposedly killed the girl).

From there, I became really interested stuff-mom-never-told-youin the podcast game. For the past 6+ months I have been devouring Stuff Mom Never Told You episodes. It’s a podcast run by two feminist women who discuss a multitude of topics with gender in mind. They always come well-researched and also share personal anecdotes. It’s always fun and educational to listen to and because of that I’ve learned a lot. It’s fantastic for both men and women. Continue reading

Blind Sight: Leocardo | Chapter Twenty

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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez

Chapter TWENTY

TICK TOCK

BlindSightLeoBookCoverPeople swarmed toward them while others yelled, “Stay back!” Leocardo kept blinking as his eyes attempted to adjust to the harsh light. His jeans were beginning to soak up the frosty grass despite, mere seconds ago, they were being charred by flames. A young man in a white uniform came toward him; Leocardo shook his head and groaned.

“Ana and the boy, she got hit on the head,” he insisted, pushing away their helpful hands. He wanted them to help Ana and William first, not him.

Leocardo’s gaze drifted to Ana; her peaceful yet ashen face scared him, it reminded him of Odette and he begged the universe to make sure that neither of them would sleep forever. Within seconds, Ana had her head and shoulders held in place by a neck-brace and she was hoisted onto a stretcher. The little boy received a similar treatment as no one knew what he had damaged, but they all received masks except Leocardo who continued to deny it.

“I’m fine,” he insisted. “I’m out now.”

“Leo,” the groan of pain was so soft he nearly missed it and noticed Ana’s eyes were opening the slightest before closing again.

“Ana,” he murmured and reached out for her, but the nurses pulled her away in the stretcher before he had a chance.

They helped him into the ambulance where they had taken Ana and he had to hold back tears. Pain shot up his leg from his ankle, but nothing hurt more than the thought of Ana’s possible death and Odette’s eternal sleep. The team in white asked him numerous questions and he tried to answer them as best as he could on the way to the hospital.

“She’s going to be fine, right?” he demanded.

“It doesn’t look severe, but she needs testing,” the EMT replied as he kept checking her monitors. Leocardo just stared at her and ignored the painful throbbing of his ankle. When he wiped the sweat from his brow, he found his hands blackened and moist. The sweat stung the shallow cuts on his fingers. He could see some thick splinters anchored along Ana’s palm and fingers. He reached out and caressed Ana’s wrist, afraid he would damage her further.

When they arrived at the hospital, they were wheeled in different directions. He tried to hold his gaze as long as he could on her, but she disappeared around the corner. All his energy was focused on her safe recovery and that her brain had not been severely damaged as a result of the blow. If that happened he would never be able to forgive himself. 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.

Please continue to write however you’re inspired, but add a tag to the beginning of your post if there’s mature content in order to keep Picture it & Write an engaging event for all of our followers.

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Damn it! I’d cut the hole incorrectly. The metal didn’t line up; I’d wasted a fourth piece of wood. Perspective photography was kicking my ass. Damn it! The light behind me blew. I tensed and then nearly collapsed in frustration when the entire room went dark. I’d blown a fuse. I should have known better than to have the four lights, camera, and saw all plugged into the same outlet extender but they shouldn’t make that many slots unless they expected you to use all of them.

-Eliabeth Hawthorne

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Blind Sight: Leocardo | Chapter Nineteen

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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez

Chapter NINETEEN

SCORCHING FEAR

BlindSightLeoBookCoverAdrenaline raced through his system. He knew what he had to do, but before he could discuss any of it with Ana, she was already running toward the children and teachers. It frustrated him that she was running off without even a few words. He felt lost and she was not helping give him direction. Instead of following her blindly, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He ventured toward a firefighter.

“Where’s the boy?” Leocardo was not going to mess around and hoped they would not either. The firefighter didn’t look at him as he was walking back toward the fire truck.

“Get out of the way! We are trying to save him.”

“Where is William? At least let me know where he is. Aniela Dawson arrived and she deserves to at least know where William is,” Leocardo said firmly. He didn’t want to have to use the power that Ana’s name wielded but it worked.

“He’s upstairs somewhere. We have a man handling the situation. Only in the last few minutes has the fire become uncontrollable. Just step back and let us deal with it,” he said firmly as Leocardo moved away. He did not want to start a fight, especially not with a man who was trying to help the child inside. He turned to find where Ana was. At least he had some kind of direction now.

Leocardo started to worry. Where was she? He could not see her. Marcus stood outside the car on the phone, talking rapidly. He jogged forward. He could see some of the adults with bandanas or make-shift masks over their mouths. They were moving back and forth, worried and confused. Where the hell was Ana? She would not have gone inside alone…would she?

His feet took him to the group of children where he had seen her last. One of the children pointed around the side of the building as she nudged her friend. “Did you see the princess?” Leocardo’s gaze snapped to where the child was pointing and he rushed around the building. Suddenly he saw a familiar looking female attacking the window with her elbow. Continue reading

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I urge 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 (provide a translation please :) ). 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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writing-prompt“Just as you requested.” The blind woman pulled out a leather pouch and laid it on the table. The man looked down at the pouch and felt his eyes widen in anticipation. “I have told you everything I can. The decision is yours now.” She took a seat at the table without making a sound. Hurriedly, he took a seat too.

He looked at her and saw that her expression was flat. He looked back at the pouch and grabbed the hilt of the weapon and slid it out. He pulled out a beautiful serrated knife carved out of a glorious glowing, semi-transclucent stone that had hints of purple, blue, red, orange and yellow. She said it had been carved out of the only, the sacred, Stone of A Thousand Colours. It was true.

He sighed in relief, took the knife, and plunged it into his heart.

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Blind Sight: Leocardo | Chapter Eighteen

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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez

Chapter EIGHTEEN

WHISPERS OF KINGS

BlindSightLeoBookCoverA loud and irritable buzzing sound awoke Leocardo as his phone rang in his pocket. It took him a moment to register what it was so he missed the call before he could answer it. He pulled it out and when he saw that it was Ana, he placed the phone down and rubbed his eyes with the base of his palms. With his head resting in his hands, he felt a wave of tiredness wash over him and he rested there half-conscious. He did not want to wake up to see his sister in a coma.

He tried to recall his dream. There had been some kind of tower and he knew Odette was at the top. He climbed the never ending spiral staircase. The air thinned as he went higher and he gasped for breath. He stumbled as he tried to climb further, but felt a powerful drowsiness that overtook him. It had been the same feeling as when he had first arrived in Nevaeh, but this time he knew it was Edaion that had sedated him. He struggled against the drowsiness; he hated it so much. He detested the feeling of being drugged. As he felt his eyelids weigh down over his eyes, he tried to teleport to the top, to where Odette waited for him to return. “Don’t forget me,” he begged, trying to hurry. His vision blurred.

Leocardo snapped himself awake and wiped his mouth. The dream had unnerved him, would Edaion separate him and Odette? He rose to his feet, looked over to his sleeping sister, and his heart faltered. He left the room. In his pockets he still had the premonitions he had taken from Ana. The buildings meant something. There was purpose to the damaged premonition. Ana preferred to look at the faces, the ghosts behind them, but he knew Odette was not a medium, she was a seer.

Leocardo went to Daisy’s home. He was not sure if she would accept him again. The last time he had been there he had left rather abruptly. He hoped she did not think he did not appreciate the information she had provided. His knuckles rapped on the door.

Daisy answered and pursed her lips when she saw who it was. “Hello, again.”

“Hi, I’m sorry about how I left last time but…what you told me…it really meant a lot to me,” he insisted. “I can’t tell you why it upset me either.”

“That’s alright, boy,” she patronized. She began to close the door.

“Wait,” he urged, reaching out to stop the door from closing. Her eyes widened, afraid. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to know if you can interpret this drawing. I need help.”

“Yes, yes you do.” Continue reading

Picture it & Write

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“If you could look at the world through rose colored glasses, would you?”

Meg was draped across my bed, one leg dangling off the end while her other knee rested against the wall. Her red hair cascaded over the side. She was always beautiful, even now with the dark trails of mascara lining her cheeks. Her fiance hadn’t left her at the alter though it he may as well have. The wedding was going to be tomorrow until Meg tried to surprise him this morning after the bachelor party and found him in bed with her maid of honor. She expanded when I did not reply.

“If you could walk through life sheltered from ever feeling bad. Only see the world as happy and good, would you?”

I knew I had to craft my response carefully. She wasn’t really asking about me and I wasn’t sure what my answer would say about what she should do next.

-Eliabeth Hawthorne

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Book Review: Eleven Scandals to Start to Win a Duke’s Heart by Sarah MacLean

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Eleven Scandals to Start to Win a Duke’s Heart
Love by Numbers #3

by Sarah MacLean

genre: historical romance, adult

Summary from Goodreads

love by the numbers 3There is no telling where a scandal might lead…

She lives for passion.

Bold, impulsive, and a magnet for trouble, Juliana Fiori is no simpering English miss. She refuses to play by society’s rules: she speaks her mind, cares nothing for the approval of the ton, and can throw a punch with remarkable accuracy. Her scandalous nature makes her a favorite subject of London’s most practiced gossips…and precisely the kind of woman the Duke of Leighton wants far far away from him.

He swears by reputation.

Scandal is the last thing Simon Pearson has room for in his well-ordered world. The Duke of Disdain is too focused on keeping his title untainted and his secrets unknown. But when he discovers Juliana hiding in his carriage late one evening–risking everything he holds dear–he swears to teach the reckless beauty a lesson in propriety.

She has other plans, however; she wants two weeks to prove that even an unflappable duke is not above passion.

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Blind Sight: Leocardo | Chapter Seventeen

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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez

Chapter SEVENTEEN

CONSTRICTING WEB

BlindSightLeoBookCoverThe emptiness of the apartment threatened to consume him. It was painful to pass Odette’s room or glance at it. The scents of her perfumes had faded, and he even missed her angry slamming of cupboards and doors. Somehow he managed to sleep for a handful of hours before waking up early and going to the pool again, unsure of what else he could do to clear his mind. On the way, he teleported, increasing the distance with each jump. He didn’t want to tell people about his gift until he had good control over it.

When Leocardo arrived at work, he saw Nate there as well and received a brief but firm brotherly embrace from him.

“Thanks Leo, I owe you one.” Nate’s face broke into a smile.

“Peter hired you, not me.”

“I owe you one. I’ll buy you a round, you choose!” Nate insisted.

Nate held Leocardo’s gaze for a moment, his eyes watering before marching off to work. Leocardo could see that he had done more than provide a job for Nate.

Work proved to be more of a blessing than a burden. There was a monotonous rhythm which he found familiar, easy and rewarding. It kept him from dwelling on the fact that there had been no calls from the hospital. Since Nate had been called back to work again, there was a new, uplifting mood at the bar. Whispers emerged between the co-workers, excluding Leocardo.

“Are you going to do anything?” Elizma asked Nate in soft tones, but Leocardo heard it. He hoped they were not trying to hide things from him.

“I don’t know…with Odette’s situation it’s really hard. I just got my job back. Usually Ana pushes me to do something, but she’s been somewhere else lately.” Nate’s voice grew too soft and Leocardo assumed Nate made a comment about him. “I don’t blame them, but yeah, I think I’ll call off the small party at the bar. It’s not the time for a party.” Continue reading

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