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Sneak Peek 11: The Circus in Me, S.M. Bjarnson

“My name and place are of no concern to you or the board members, you suppose I should confess my wills too. I am pure in thought and mind. My reputation or report does not fall into your hands. I send all undignified claims to God. You sir, my brother, elder, Ashlee’s padre, claim whatever name fits you best. Are in dire need of editing your remarks on the obligation others have to confide in you, for we are both made from His Divinity.”“No need to raise your tone, young lady. Do realize though physically we are made from similar materials, in spirit quite the opposite of ingredients. I will always float higher.”“You're confessing to me that I am below you as a human? Because you stand behind a desk and have Bishop in front of a calling? Does that make sense? Orate to me that I am lesser in God’s eyes because of a position?” Stricken with benevolent words, all of us equals.“Who are you to question Him?” Standing abruptly slamming down the mug of warm water.“Who are you not to question?” My spoken word soft and confident.

-S.M. BJARNSON

(Today is also my birthday! I wish I was in Las Vegas!) Yay :)  

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"why should I tell u....?" Bushra Khalid

"why should I tell u....?"

Bushra Khalid

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Writing Prompt Wednesday +Vanessa B. Bernard +S.M. Bjarnson

S.M. Bjarnson

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Thank you so much for this! :) I am always trying to come up with short story prompts and have yet to master the topic game! Anyway! Here is my tale for the Writing Prompt Wednesday~ :)

We were being followed, but not by the usual perpetrators. By the constant and cold wind of the northern hemisphere. Our strides had brought us to a new town, a new city that was less helpful than the last. There were few like us, living, breathing, and moving. Corruption robbed us the motivation to reunite with a happier life, with a happier time.
Water spoiled with feces and the raindrops from Heaven actually came from hell. It seemed there was no escape from this destruction man had caused. We were lost among the waves of protesters.
It was a silent whisper in the night that made me realize the earth could not, would not heal itself after we threw up all over her masterpiece called nature. It was a long time to consider making the world a better place, rushing to the conclusion that change were possible, if not inevitable. But that is not how this story ends. This is not how my brother and I’s cataclysmic memoir begins. The greed of a woman, the jealousy of a man, pushed barriers of personal and moral decisions to prove that we were not meant for freedom of choice, rather choice of freedoms. Catered to the knowledge of the happenings, my feet stumble over rocks, no they are gray and white washed, they must be corpse bones of yesterday. Turmoil struck and I stood face to face with all the kings and queens as they took their last bows, going out in a graceful manner before execution progressed.
What would you say if I told you I knew this event would take place? Not because I saw visions in my mind, pleading against a gift from God. There were signs of mass venality. There are always signs, I remind myself. Signs to inform or warn you against the path you have taken, needless to confirm there are always signs. Signs that tell us that the world is not ending, but beginning a new chapter, a cleansing fire and brimstone era in its stages of life and leisure. Wounded not by weapons but by the ideas of one man who thought it would be better if others thought the same way as well.
I confirm nor deny the accusations of complaining to my accusers. A definite error is trying to be solved in this community.
The error being human.
-S.M. Bjarnson

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Vanessa B. Bernard

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Wow +S.M. Bjarnson! What a powerful piece of prose!

I love the fact that it's set in the real - that they weren't being followed by the "usual predators." That there's a real sense of bleak disaster too. You paint a vivid picture, but one that's a bit unusual...which is totally cool!

Great juxtaposition using the glittering visual of kings and queens against this dying gray world.

And "The error being human" is a fantastic last sentence!

Thank you for sharing this! Fantastic job! :)

I keep dreaming of a story over and over. A story long before or has yet o happen. The scenes play out and the characters evolve. 
The characters are desperate and highly demeaning. The fresh mean flesh and a young girl must challenge old rule. Held up in a barn. What else is there to do? Will we be saved for ever more? Or will we be encouraged to be endangered to stop the fight of living once more. 

Stay at home mama trying to lose weight, Emily Gordon

Stay at home mama trying to lose weight

I have been a stay at home mom for 5 years.  I worked for 6 months, didnt enjoy the field I was in, so I decided to be a SAHM.  It has its rewards and its downs.  I love that I can pretty much be with my daughter at all times, except when she is at school.  But, sometimes it gets depressing. I starting resenting my husband for being able to go OUT of the house to work.  I felt like I had nothing to do, which is NOT the case when you are SAHM.  We are always busy! But, I needed someting for me.  I needed to feel accomplished, I needed to have goals.  I wanted to wake up and feel like I had "work" to get done....deadlines to meet. So, I thought about selling Pampered chef, babysitting (haha) and medical transcripting.  But, I never went through with it.  I wasn't a pampered chef customer, I didnt want to watch other people children and I didnt want to even think about going back to school.  Thats where #Beachbody came into the picture.  I was doing #insanity and #brazilianbuttlift. I was added to a facebook page by my coach.  I started seeing coaches post how happy and fabulous their lives are.  They talked about how Beachbody has changed their lives....how they have helped so many people accomplish their fitness goals. It was around christmas...I had just ordered  my #T-25 or my hubby did:) when I thought " Why not me"? why shouldnt I be a coach.  I had already completed two programs, I was on my third.  I was learning how to eat healthy, people were asking me how I lost weight? HUMMM..so, I signed up to be a coach:) I am still learning how to be healthy and exercise, and at the same  I have the privalage of helping others...I have a purpose:0) I have changed for the better since I have been a coach.  It shows in my personality, my parenting and my self-esteem:) I love being the super mom...but I am a better super mom because of my new purpose in life:)

http://emilygordon0783.blogspot.com/2014/03/stay-at-home-mama-trying-to-lose-weight.html

A perfect example of making something work the way you want or need it to work! I am a writer and a stay at home momma, so there is much to do! Busy housework chores along with short story ideas that need scribbling down. We all have different ways to go about the same role in society. I love her drive to new things and figure out which hat she wants to wear that fits her best! :) #findyourcalling #stayathomemom -S.M. Bjarnson 

Introvert Awakening Part 1, S.M. Bjarnson

"I awake and find that I have become an introvert. There are days when I wish for nothing more than to close my eyes and envision a blank canvas, an empty world filled with quiet pleasure. Days I awake and want nothing more than to steer opposite to the words I write and the sentences I have to read. I’ve become silent and mute to the surrounding chaos dwindling the atmosphere around my beckoning body. There are words that cannot be said. Feelings that cannot be spared in worry of frustration or unwanted danger. I struggle to find the truth in my words, because I look upon them and feel as a con. Spelling gets to me in a way I thought unreasonable to comment on. It wasn’t the letters that I had forgotten or the pattern they marched in, it was the fact they seemed unfamiliar to me like I had not made their acquaintance before in my life time. Like playing with strangers you are at a loss for connection because you know not their moral tendencies." -S.M.B 

 
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