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Meet January 2019 FEATURED BLOGGERS

I been a blogger off and on now for about ten years. I have reincarnated myself as many times a Madonna have reinvented herself.  One thing is constant and that’s writing.  I come to the realization that blogging is nothing more than having a conversation with yourself and hoping others join in. Sometimes it’s very difficult to come up with content that holds the reader attention. It takes skills, but in the end if you have your topic or idea of what to write everything kinda just fall into place.  There’s so many talented bloggers or words of wizards to showcase and what better way to showcase this form of art then creating page strickly showcasing some bloggers and their talent for a good real, raw, emotional and funny blogs.  Sunnylarue17.com is excited to kick off “Featured Bloggers” page starting with these bloggers.  Each month featured bloggers will introduce five new wizards of words showcasing the material that makes these bloggers rockstars!

Speaking of rockstars……

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MY CHUM

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“The Stigma of Depression” Ashley Laderer

Today I feel the weight of the world crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. This heaviness is like an underdog wrestler pinning down an opponent winning the match.  Unlike the wrestler, this is a match I won’t win today.  This weight slowly grows & morphing into an uncontrollable desperation. Some days this desperation is far off in the distant allowing me tiny bit of joy but today this desperation I often refer to as “my chum” is here to stay.  

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LACKING THE WORDS

This short is dedicated to you my beautiful babies Joshy, MoMo, Little Steve, Jay-Bird, NoNo, Mara & Monie who aren’t shy to be bold & to dream big reaching the stars & beyond. May your light grow brighter & shine bigger. I love you to the moon & back & beyond.

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IMPERFECTIONS

Sitting here staring at a face I vaguely recognize. Every line, every crack tells a story of a life long lived. The story started with a young vibrant soul searching deep down looking for that light. A light that shines so brightly like headlights illuminating the darkest of nights.  Descending  into a world of club babies, I see my beacon of light dimming fading out into the night. My heart holding onto a reality that’s not quite clear, let’s take a trip a club baby yells out.  Yes let’s go running with the night, off onto another adventure.

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TODAY

Today I walked into life with a new sense of hope.  Yesterday I cried longing for a past that was devastating carrying the scent of you.  Yesterday I closed my eyes & dreamed of a life with you.  Today I opened those eyes no longer trapped in what you appeared to be.  Yesterday I danced on the ledge contemplating a jump in the hopes you finally see me & not through. Today I walked into my new life with clear picture of who I am.  

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BROKEN

Don’t bother trying fix me I’m broken. I’m not broken from what you did to me but broken from what I allowed. I cannot control your view of me I, however, can control my reaction to your twisted distorted world.

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BEAUTIFUL WHITE

This beautiful white lives in a place that dances in the spotlight, where there’s no sound only myself to face. This beautiful white my only companion constantly holds me in contempt, all the way to my end. Holding my hand like my dearest of friend, we have a giggle or two reminded of a life that once was. Here in this place unrecognizable colors puts on a show waiting for that final applause, curtin call & off we go. Performing the final act, I fall deeper into my darkness. Watching the bright lights of my world fades like a final act in a movie. This beautiful white my new best friend shows me a signa llowing me to crack a grin. “You’ll be okay” speaks the voice within this white guiding me towards the dawns spotlight. Ever so gently, ever so sweet the voice whisper “you have nothing to fear” bring my spirit to a calm. My beautiful white my savor, my rescuer saves me from the heaviness of the darks plight. My champion of the night gives way to the strength I never knew. The strength to close these weary eyes set to sleep. A deep slunder that is so profound it’s comforting, it’s peaceful & it’s sound.

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AT CHRISTMAS TIME

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Snow starts falling gently turning the cobblestone ground from brown to white. Winter is here you can feel it in the air. Cool crisp gentle breeze blows from northern heights to southern low whispering seasons greetings as it goes. Dancing in this winter white wonderland kids playing in the snow, ice skaters ballerina draws a figure eight then turning spinning fast, faster nails a perfect stick. Little Timmy making snow Angel’s with Lloyd & Bo letting out giggles in delight as they watch their breath freeze in the brisk air. Ding, dong the church bells rings in the new hour, mother say “it’s time for lunch my child” off we go on our adventure.

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KEE-A-BOO

Screenshot_20181223-003629_GoogleKee-a-boo I see you, I’m hiding a surprise. Putting my hands over my face then popping them out all over the place.  Gracefully I sit on dad lap playing my favorite game of cat-and-mouse. Daddy likes to put one hand over his eyes I guess it makes sense his hands are big like a slices of apple pie. Mommy hands are smaller so she uses both to cover her eyes no cheating, no peeking or you’ll see the surprise.

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DESIRE

My heart screams out for you, a desire that only you can quench. Never wanting someone as badly as I want you. Dancing a slow dance, first flirtation then chemistry attraction now I got you in my sights. Moving in for the kill, a playful kiss finally my heart gets what it wants & my heart wants you!

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MY BIG BROTHER

new-big-brother-clipart-1My big brother, so gentle, so kind taught me how to ride a bike zoom, zoom flying down the big hill we go.  My big brother, so lovable, so wise taught me how to count 1,2,3,4,5.  My big brother so fun, so sweet he sits next to me when I am sick reading to me my favorite book so neat.  My big brother, so warm, so endearing loves to give big hugs squeezing tightly like a bear hugging a tree ugh I can’t breathe. One day my big brother stopped being so gentle, so kind.  He stopped being so lovable, so wise.  The big brother I come to know the one who taught me all I know cease to exist.  

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54662_webMy big brother, who listens to the voices inside his head tells him to do bad things.  My big brother, consumed by hallucinations & delusions sits in his dark room confused & withdrawn from the world.  My big brother a victim of “schizophrenia”, a word so big & hard to pronounce this baby sister is powerless to stop the dark.  My big brother whom I adore sits alone in the dark facing every hellish nightmare, the noise too loud for him to ignore.  

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download (1)Fight you must fight to keep your mind I say, but mental illness doesn’t work that way.  You see the voices now controls his every mood.  My family once full of life is scared to move.  One step out of place we will see schizophrenia ugly face.  It’s a dance I rather not participate. The love I have will always remain no matter what face schizophrenia say it claims.  I love all of my big brother the dark, the insane & the good.  This baby sisters misses her big brother.

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This short story is inspired by mental illness awareness.  One out of five people will suffer from mental illness.  We all are affected one way by someone who suffers from schizophrenia, bipolar & other mental disease.  We must show compassion, patience & love to help our loved one deal with this disease.  For more information on mental illness or need assistance please click on the link👉👉 Mental Health Services.

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Please show your support for my friend Nicole Carmen.  Her website (Navigating Darkness) deals with the subject of mental illness.  Her blogs are vivid on how she if affected by mental illness & she and advocate for mental illness awareness.  You can follow her on social media (ItsNicoleCarmen).  And check out her project for Mental Awareness & how you can participate (The Mental Health Awareness Project) & twitter (officialMHAP).  

Your not alone.

Remember

be Kind💜

be Creative📑

Drink Responsibly🍸🚖🚔

BEDROOM WINDOW

Sitting by my bedroom window starting my day with a coffee & a smile, watching the sun rays give a magnetic light show. Hues of orange & yellow reflections dancing on my walls.  The dawn awakens my senses so alive like never before. I feel this overwhelming fire burning inside of me like waves crashing along the shore. The dawn of a new day has begun.

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MOVING AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT!

largeMoving at the speed of light. Floating high over the night sky. The white puffy clouds tries to greet me but only uttering a goodbye as I fly by to fast to stop to say hi. I’m moving so fast no time to slow down. A cool calm falls over me such gentle in nature & yet so familiar. I take advantage of this calm to look upwards the stars so tiny shimmering in the purple night like a diamonds bracelet.  Here in this place is always purple, always blue, always dark like my dreams of you. Light moving too fast, memory play a vanishing act disappearing right before your eyes. Any rational thoughts escapes the endless void of nothing. I can’t even remember my name. Will I ever see the light again?

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LIEBSTER AWARD NOMINEE

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Hello my fellow Bloggers, Writers & Storytellers, it’s with great pleasure to announce my lovely friend Kat at “TheBoozyHousewife.com” has nominated me for “Liebster Awards”.  This is my first time being nominated & I can’t tell you how thrilled, excited & overjoyed that Kat thought of me.  You can follow Kat on twitter (@theboozyhousewife) & check out her blogs at theboozyhousewife.com.  Thank you Kat for your support.  

I have posted my answers to Kat’s questions as well as posting my own questions for bloggers I have nominated below.  Before we get to those Q & A here’s a little history about The Liebster Award, the Rules & how you can pay-it-forward.

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HURT

broken-heart-clipart-divorced-parent-8You will never admit you’re wrong. Sitting here having this last meal, this last drink with you I’m hearing everything but “I’m sorry for hurting you.” You and I our story ends here at this cafe and although I look deep into those ocean blue eyes, and just hope this is all a nasty dream apart of me wants to bite back. All the years I spent, time sacrificing my career to give you a home, family and love, you dare sit there and lay out how this ends.

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TODAY….

pexels-photo-55529Today you passed away without a whisper, without any mention, quietly without any notice. As we say goodbye, I look at you laying in this box not knowing who you truly are. Truthfully, I never really knew you other than what you displayed which is cold and distant. It didn’t have to be this way, but this mess is by design, your design. As I stand here with friends and family gathered to mourn your memory and somehow I’m expected to have some kind of reaction. I do have a reaction but it’s not the kind most here expect. How can I shed a tear for a man who when he divorced my mother he divorced me. And now twenty plus years later, now a adult with a family of my own, I’m standing here looking upon you in that box wondering did you miss me? Did you ever love me?

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WHEN I DIED

32749423-stock-vector-illustration-featuring-people-weeping-at-a-funeral-serviceLay me down to sleep here in this final of final resting place six feet deep.  All alone naked like the day I was born, here in the dark and cold I’m not afraid anymore.  I can hear faint voices whispering “I Miss You” spilling tears as if we were actual friends. Funny I never knew how much you cared. When I was alive you barely notice me.  I was a shadow among a sea of the beautiful people.  Faceless, nameless yes that was me. Everyone standing over me dressed in black, as if I’m the Queen and they’re my guard. Umbrella’s filling the sky protecting those from the elements that came to mourn me. Finally I am popular to all.

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THE BRICK WALL

 

To-bang-your-head-against-a-wallToday I hit a brick wall. Ran smack face first into this ten foot high wall. I took a step back licking my wombs only to discover this wall is nearly impossible to climb. Dynamic and dramatic as this situation is, I can only appreciate the blinders that cover my eyes. After spending hours trying to find a work-around, I sit and contemplate my next move. Exhausting every avenue, I begin to think how did I get here? Where did this wall come from? As I began to trace my steps back I notice something spectacular, the wall begins to crumble brick by brick tumbling down.

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I AM READY NOW

Leaving you behind is not a easy thing to do. I unwillingly walk away from all that you once were.  I unwillingly walk away from all that you’ll never be.  This clock on the wall hangs frozen in time tells the story of your last goodbye.

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No one will ever love me like my mother

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HER BEAUTIFUL SMILE

I seen her beautiful smile a thousand times over, in blue skies, in purple nights, in howling winds blows in scary delight. Her beautiful smile always standing watch like a lighthouse calling sailors home, protecting us from the upcoming storm. Her beautiful smile blocked all that is wrong with this scene. No shadows dance here only her beautiful light.

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THESE EYES

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Dancing in the light seeing you for the first time it would seems but these eyes has seen many versions of you. My weary eyes grows tired now. Old and not what they use to be but I still can see you my love dancing in the light. The heaviness falls over these eyes I’m in a fight to keep them open struggling giving it all I can.

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Looking Through My Rear View Mirror

Looking through my rear view mirror what do these tired eyes see? Cars, trees, people speeding fast past me.  The road ahead broken up concrete tell tales of the age that have seen many glories.  This road zipping underneath my car the double yellow lines waving goodbye.  I stare straight ahead realizing I’m looking into the future then I look back into the rear view mirror I see the past.

 

I Never Knew

Your tangy taste leaves me in chills.  Just when I can’t get enough, that last drop savoring flavor it’s pure gold to my tongue.  How did you get this good.  Years and years of practice I guess.  Perfecting that formula just right making your flavor such a delightful delight.  

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