You can’t save everyone.

Conversation with a generous friend.

Kohaku dit :
So, what happened?

{ Stars&&Moon } Thnx Dad!! dit :
In Stephenie Meyer’s The Host, the ‘Souls’, alien-like critters that… well whatever. They have what they call Callings, intuitive knowledge of what they are best at. Storyteller, Teacher, Mother, Seeker, Healer, and so on and so forth. The beginning of my dream is sort of like that. I’m seeing different people’s lives front their point of view.

Vas-y.

C’était mon bal de finissants hier soir. J’ai… vraiment été agréablement surprise par la beauté de la chose. Je peux maintenant avouer, avec une conviction immuable, que j’aurais regretté toute ma vie d’avoir manqué cette soirée. J’suis vraiment contente d’y avoir été. J’ai eu la chance de revoir, de remercier et de saluer tellement de personnes qui ont fait partie, et qui font encore partie!, de qui j’étais, de qui j’suis devenue.

Written

Spark and Ignite, as most of you (who follow this blog) should know, is a novel in the works. I’ve just about finished the first chapter, prologue, and third chapter. I just have to write down the second chapter, which is going to be focused on Easter and the events that took place at that time.

1. Introduction

I haven’t written in a while and here I am starting off with a short story. I’m a cruel being.

Part of the 100 themes challenge Jay and I are going to try and complete. We’re writing short stories for each theme: he in french and I in english. We’ll compare notes afterwards.

So here goes nothing.

Renewal.

Tonight was something I had longed for for what seems like months. I’ve been wanting to have a nice, long, decent talk with him since forever. I’d always hoped, I never deprived myself of that. Not after I’d worked long and hard to let myself hope for everything an nothing. But he’d never be there long enough for anything to be said. And who am I to keep him tethered there to listen to a little girl’s rambling?