Journal Entry 1

I'm finding it hard to get outta bed these days. I dig that whoever eventually reads what I write on here doesn't want to hear a bunch of whiny shit on how hard my life is or some crap like that. Truth is, my life is pretty damn sweet. The only thing I really can complain about is how hard my parents ride me, how they don't approve of... well... anything I do, but it's trivial. I get why they want me to finish college, get a career, not sit around all day reading with my head in the clouds; but they don't get that becoming the workaholic daughter they've always wanted would kill whatever makes me who I am. I don't know. Most of the time I feel like a parasite, and the rest of it I'm writing stories in my head. Anyway, I guess that's enough whining for the night.
Good night dear readers.

Murderess (Short Story 1)

It is the eighteenth of October and she is watching as he breathes on his hands, keeping them warm. The warm exhalation is visible in the late night air, it looks like smoke curling around his fingers. She watches as he idly scratches behind his left ear, watching for a cab. He shuffles his feet, the soles of his black leather dress shoes click against the pavement of the sidewalk. He roughly pulls the collar of his long black over coat up before shoving his hands into the pockets. He is irritable, she can see that in the set of his shoulders and the way his eyebrows draw closer together. She wonders if he is regretting cutting his light brown hair so close to his scalp, if it had been longer it might've offered his ears a bit of warmth. She watches as he starts walking toward where she is hidden in the shadows.
She can't wait, excitement bubbling in her veins, but she forces herself to remain still. She forces the giggle back down her throat and hitches her shoulders higher so the collar of her coat covers more of her neck from the chill breeze that has been caressing her since she started watching him, almost fifteen minutes ago.
'Has it already been that long?' She muses to herself. My, my, my, how time does fly. This time there is no stopping the giggle. It bursts from her throat like a breaking dam, making the man coming towards her jump. There's no helping it now. Quickly, now; no cars coming, no witnesses. Perfect. High heels clicking as she comes out of the side street she has been hiding on, heading towards him. Now! GO! The man is starting to smile as he sees her, a beautiful, well-dressed woman alone at night. He starts to say something until he sees the look on her face.
She has twisted it into a slightly drunken seductive look, the kind that any man looking for a one-night stand loves to see. She purrs something into his ear and he nods eagerly. She grabs his hand and leads him to a place she knows. The knife is hidden, the steel of the blade cold against her skin. It scrapes gently across her skin, like a lover's teeth. This man will be her third, and that alone is enough to make her smile.

Opening Lines

There's something almost terrifying about this. Well, maybe not terrifying. Perhaps unnerving would be a better word. Putting so many thoughts out where anyone can read them on a whim, before spinning on to someone else's words. Who knows? Maybe I'll be the only one reading this.

Anyway, enough of that. Time for a little bit of what to expect from this drivel.

-There will be language and content of an offensive nature. I am not a saint, nor do I pretend to be, and I will try to keep things as clean as possible. It will not be a contest to see how many times I can swear in a sentence, and there will be a warning at the top of a post containing more than... let's say three mild swear words.

-I'm starting this blog as a way to keep writing while I am blocked on the few stories I have going. I will try to post at least once a day, it may be a post on what happened to me that day or it may be some writing of a fictional nature. I will try to keep these separate, but sometimes the lines will blur. I will try my best not to ramble during journal entries.

-I'm not the most organized of people (in fact organization and I are engaged in a 21-year long battle of sorts), but I will try to label things according to content.

-Anything that's posted be me is mine. Please do not copy it and write it off as your own. It may not be the best of writing, but it is mine.

-If you like something I write, review it!

-If you hate something I write, review it! This blog will also be a learning process for me.

-The title of this blog is a play on a short story called "My Life as a Bird" by the fabulous author Charles de Lint. If you haven't read something by him, I highly recommend it!

And I think that's enough for today. See you tomorrow!