Writing Prompt Entry

Alright so it’s finally time for what I said I was going to post two weeks ago: The writing prompt story! It’s actually a privilege to be able to post this one considering the author is a very close friend of mine. She’s a young writer who has a way with words like no one else I know. Seriously she can put together a story with no promise at all in the most elegant of ways. But please don’t think that this influenced my decision at all; every time I read her entry I just love it all the more. So without further ado, Christina Adleman’s post:

-Two men pass on a darkened street,
Only passing, never to meet.
A stranger to sight, it might have appeared,
but what ever between them forever leered,
was that within kindred spirits resided.
Though eternally they were divided.

Always separate yet always perceiving each other. Like Montague and Capulets were these two men. Adversity was forever between them , though not once were they ever to view the other face to face or eye to eye. For as long as history has been or will be has a rivalry divided the families of the two. Though within them both resides a similarity unmistakable, for they are both alone in this world, and have turned their backs on the love of God. All they now desire are the earthly carnal things this world provides. There seems to be no hope for their future, even though they are but in their youth. Can they ever open their eyes, or will they remain blind to the Truth forever? This is the struggle of so many in this deceived nation, but most do not even realize that they are blind…

Huh? Awesome right? Yeah I thought so too. I really don’t have that much else to say other than thank you for reading this, and thank you Christina for writing it!  In writing this entry she actually told me, “Who knows, maybe my story will really impact someone, and that’s how revival works; one heart at a time.” So trust me when I say this girl is legit. She really want’s to touch the hearts of this generation, and do so within the heart of God.

Until next time

-Nocturne out

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Depths of Soul

Alright, so today’s post is a little more on the darker side, but rest assured, the poem posted is scrumptious indeed. Seriously. I wrote it very recently in a spiritual dry spell, if you will. I just put my pen to the paper and wrote what was in my soul. Check it out:

“Confusion, death

Why? Why run, why hide?

Escape? Necessary?

Not a chance, not a prayer.

Fear? Afraid?

Losing heart, losing mind.

Won’t make it, can’t make it,

Run away to ne’er return.

Where? “To hell, to hell” they cry.

How? If in a frenzy, not too soon,

You’ll lose your bloody mind before.

Fiery depths, reaching inside;

Don’t hold it back, this is my choice.

If ever hope, if ever hope,

Here it lacks, devoid of love.

Desolate and cold, refraining from heart,

Desolate faith, left in ruin…”

So what’d you think? Like it? Yeah, I do too. It’s really amazing when you can just write from your soul, just write what comes naturally. Open up your spirit and let it roam. It’s somewhat different when you write what’s inside your being than when you, “let out your muse,” if you will. But whatever.

Again, let me know what you think, want, know, blah blah blah. Comment box is below, email is revelationreader9@yahoo.com. And remember folks, next week is when I post the story from the writing prompt last week, so submit your entries. I have a few good ones so make sure you get yours in so I can review them. That is all

Until next time,

-Nocturne out

New “Project”

Ok, so I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while; been kinda busy lazy lately. So, to make it up to you, here’s a snippet from a new project I’m working on. It got started as a freewriting/just-write-because-if-you-don’t-you’ll-go-mad session I did a while back. So here you go:

– On this particular night, the weather did not happen to be a friend to the dark stranger. He walked down the path, which lead to the old house at the far end of the neighborhood. It was storming, lightning was flashing, it was thundering. But the man just walked calmly on. He did not care that the weather was stormy, or that the rain was pouring down. He did not care that the wind was blowing hard enough to bend a small tree over itself. He thought only of the task at hand, only of what he had to do. This was all he knew, all he needed. He knew only that he had to complete this mission, and he knew how.

He walked up to the door of the house and, seeing it was open, stepped inside. He took a quick look around, and walked through the hallway, which had many doors. As he walked, he stopped at each door, opened it, and looked inside. Not finding what he was searching for, he would leave the room, and continue walking down the hallway. The last room was right in front of him now. He slowly opened the door, and peered inside. Stepping into the room, he braced himself for what was inside.  He took a quick look around the room, finally seeing what he was looking for. Piercing, bloodshot eyes were staring back at him from the far corner of the room, and he froze with the icy grip of an unknown hand. The shadowy figure turned, leaped through the open window, and disappeared in the fog. He went to the window, and looked out into the night below. It had escaped. He had followed it up until now, almost perfectly so, and now he had let it escape. He walked out of the house, furious that he had failed. –

Pretty crazy huh? Well, maybe not yet, but the rest is spectacular. Well, it will be anyways. So thanks for reading! I will post – or try to post- more later this week, so again as usual, email me at revelationreader9@yahoo.com, comment below, give me thoughts, ideas, suggestions, anything you want to see.

Until next time,

Nocturne out.

Twitter!

Hey ya’ll! So I recently signed up for twitter, and let me tell you, it’s a crazy world out there. It was very stressing at first, just the thought of finding just the right people to follow, you know, the people that I was interested in. Then the thought of millions of people knowing exactly what you tweeted, and choosing the right tweet for the right moment was rather intimidating. I mean, I’ve only been signed on for a day, but still! Anyways, altogether it’s a great site for social networking, letting people know what’s going on with your life, blog, and business, and just a fun (addicting) pursuit of what you are interested in. You can follow who you want, and not follow who you really could care less about.

So shout out and feed back, yall.

Writing Prompt Number The First One

Ok, so check this out. I’ve been reading a lot of blogs and posts about writing recently, and decided to try my hand at the whole writing prompt thing. Now, I’m gonna do it a tad differently than some, but that’s kinda how I do. Soooo…..

– Two men pass on a darkened street,

Only in passing, never to meet.

A stranger to sight, it might have appeared…

Ready? Good, because now comes your job. Write a short story, paragraph, or even a sentence (if that’s how you roll) about these two men, and whatever it is that “might have appeared” about them. Put the story in a comment below if you want, or email the story (for you shy types 😉 ) along with your name, your url/blog page if you have one, and whatever other info you want to send to my email at revelationreader9@yahoo.com, and get this: I’m gonna post the best story next week on the blog*, along with a link back to your site, and whatever other info you send, so this is your chance to get some sweet publicity (yes, yes, I know it’s not much considering I get like 15 hits a day, but still…)

*All copyright for the story, poem, post or whatever belong solely to… you! So trust and believe that I am not going to jack your story I assure you.

Until next time, feel free to comment (or email) your ideas, thoughts, comments, or whatever else.

Nocturne out.

Story Time!

Alright, well I figured it was about time to post what I said I would as one of my regular features. Matter of fact, I even made a (empty) category for it! So here goes… I’m gonna post a story! (snazzy fanfare theme song plays) Ok, so this is one that I wrote a little bit ago, not a very long one, but meaningful to say the least. Well, to me anyways. Coincidentally, I wrote it in the back of a church. Here it is:

– Three girls sat in the back of the church. They giggled, passing notes and sketching pictures on the envelopes that were so conveniently provided in the back of each seat, for faithful tithers and hopeful visitors. The pastor rattled on at the front of the sanctuary, preaching the “Good News” and “God’s Saving Grace that flowed from His throne and the train of His robe”. But as usual they were not paying attention, nor did they care for whatever he was talking about, as they enthralled themselves in each other’s comments and mockery of the people that sat, listening to the sermon. One, in particular, was a young woman who had not other reason to be there but that of the hope that she would receive some, supernatural blessing that would help her make it through another week, hoping that she would last till the next service, and restart the process of watching, waiting, wanting a sign that could keep her going. Three in the back just watched, judging and mocking this tattered young woman who was at her last resort. As she walked out of the building, the three said not a word, just staring, now and then one of them turning to snicker to the others. Three days later, a young woman was found at her home. She was dead. The cause was suicide. –

Depressing, I know right? But nonetheless, it’s an example of the power of our words, and it says that our action (or inaction) has the power of life and death… literally. Now, you may not believe in God, or even care one way or the other, but hopefully you realize that regardless of who you are, your actions hold weight. You never know.

As always, you can feel free to give your thoughts on this topic, or even comment about an idea for a new post and tell me what you want to hear. You can also email me at revelationreader9@yahoo.com as well.

– Nocturne out, ya’ll…

Hardwired

Ok check this out. So I saw this movie the other day called “Hardwired.” Great movie, but don’t really recommend to younger viewers considering that a dude’s head explodes in the first scene.

Anywho, the basic story is that this guy gets into a car wreck and is taken to the hospital. He is about to die and has no insurance, so this random organization sticks a chip in his brain. He wakes up with amnesia and a serious headache, soon finding out that he sees advertisements from different companies -get this- In his MIND! Trippy right? Long story short, he tries to take down this organization and get his memories back, and therefore his life.

Now at the beginning of the movie it basically goes through a whole scene that shows advertisements made by big companies like Gatorade, Visa, and Dole being projected onto monuments like the Statue Of Liberty and Mount Rushmore, as well as THE MOON! (made possible by Pepsi Co.) At the end, the main antagonist (and head of the organization) explains the chip’s purpose with a quote that I thought was really creepy in terms of future advertising. He says, “I’m sorry, there’s just no more space. Grand advertising everywhere you can imagine. It’s reached a saturation point. So we had to create a new space.”

Honestly, I think this is insane. Give it a rest big-time ad companies! I mean in my opinion, at this point in time everyone who is gonna hear about your product has pretty much already heard of it I guarantee. But instead, they choose to saturate us in their super advertisements and commercialism. I mean think about it: You wake up in the morning and turn on the news. In between news breaks you see commercials for “the nutritious part of this breakfast!” You drive to your work place and see billboards upon billboards. You go into your office and on the break room tv, or sometimes even on your office buildings or computers they are waiting. Go to any bus stop or train station. Ads. Even our holidays are unsafe!

Christmas for instance. What has it become if not a bunch of commercialism fed nonsense that, if anything, takes you away from the Christmas spirit considering the annoying shoppers, busy malls, crowded parking lots… and that’s just one example! What would happen if we as consumers decided to break out of the mold and say, “No! We won’t buy what you have to sell. Kiss my tail, Paid Advertising!” Now, that’s probably gonna happen considering that we are indeed materialistic in nature, not always in a bad way, but we “need” stuff. I’m not saying that you should start some kind of uprising in your local mall, but this is ridiculous!

Here’s where you come in. What do you think? How would you stop (or succumb) to advertising businesses and commercialism in our homes and workplaces? Maybe you think it’s necessary, or even welcome! Why do you think so? Maybe you are in the advertising business. Your thoughts are welcome as well! How is life in the biz? Do you disagree or agree? Tell me why.

As always, ideas, tips, and questions are always welcome.

Nocturne out.

Hello world!

Hey Guys! Say hello class… Aww, ya’ll are so awesome… Now, you ancient, pro-bloggers out there may be like, dude, that title is so factory default it’s not even funny. But hey, considering the magnitude of the blogosphere nowadays, it’s like I’ve just been born into a whole new world! *insert confetti and balloons* Happy Birthday Me!

Ok now on to business! This is my blog! If you were looking for new, up and coming (potential awesome-ness unlimited) blog with hard hitting publications and deep questions, along with a few personal writings of a more creative nature, you came to the right place! But if you were looking for the “Old Lady’s Knitting Association” you definitely should leave now!

But seriously, I am a new blogger, so this may be somewhat of a bumpy ride, but hey! It’ll be loads of fun along the way! So feel free to check out my page, look around for a spell, and then meet me back here when you’re finished. Go ahead. I’ll wait. Go on. There ya go 😉

Back yet? Ok good! Anyways, if you have any questions, suggestions for later posts, or just want to say hi, the comment box is right below me. Right there. See it? Good. As for you professional-been-doing-this-since-before-you-were-knee-high-to-a-grasshopper bloggers, please feel free to give me tips and suggestions. I need them. Trust me, I’m serious.

So untill next time, keep going strong ma brutha’s… (and sista’s…)… Nocturne out.

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