tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42495931819132739832024-03-12T20:03:56.030-05:00Izzy's CornerAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-42529562665548064662014-11-22T18:38:00.000-06:002014-11-22T18:38:05.581-06:00Join me!Please join me at my new blog, <a href="https://theunboxingofkim.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">The Unboxing Of Kim</a> . As most of my readers know, Kim Izzy is a pen name. I have chosen to consolidate all of my blogging into one place. Thank you for your years of reading a slice of my life. I would love to have you visit me at the new blog.<br />
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I know not everyone will be interested all my genres of writing but it has been hard to compartmentalize my life. And as I have let art both digital illustration and mixed media have more space in my life, I wanted a location to express all aspects of me.<br />
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Thanks for understanding. See you at The Unboxing of Kim.<br />
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Blessings,<br />
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Kim HewisonAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-26372927390294817552014-08-07T07:00:00.000-05:002014-08-07T07:00:09.273-05:00Busy! Busy! Busy!<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I promise to get back to writing for Picture it and Write short stories soon. There have been several great prompts. This summer I am working on my second children's book. I have the concept written down and the pictures waiting to be drawn, just need another eight hours in the day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's been fun learning to draw with <a href="http://www.inkscape.org/en/" target="_blank">Inkscape</a> in my spare time. I have been creating coloring book pages for the wonderful ministry at <a href="http://www.standstrengthteam.org/" target="_blank">Stand Strength Team</a>. They have a great anti-bullying message. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My alter ego, Leann Holland, decided to try throwing her hat into the ring and write a fanfic for <a href="https://kindleworlds.amazon.com/" target="_blank">Kindle Worlds</a> which seems to be dominating my life right now. Leann Holland is my pen name for my adult (not "Adult" or Mature) maybe a better way to say that is my non-kid and non-YA stories. Check out "her" blog, <a href="http://leannhollandschattering.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Leann Holland's Chattering</a>. There are several free short stories for your enjoyment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Working hard on new products for my Zazzle store, <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/kimizzycorner*">KimIzzyCorner</a>,click on the link to check out all of Loop's products. We have Birthday Invitations to nightlights. As always, please tell everyone to check out my children's book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1493792989/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1493792989&linkCode=as2&tag=leannhschatt-20&linkId=UFA2JRUJXQWUYR26">The Case of the Missing Mother</a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=leannhschatt-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1493792989" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" />. It would be a great Back to School book for Elementary Teacher's and Preschool Teacher's in their classrooms. The pictures have a fall theme and the story theme of Stranger Danger is timeless.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope you're enjoying your summer -</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Kim Izzy</i></span><br />
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Browse more Dragonfly T-Shirts at <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/dragonfly+tshirts?rf=238592523207679773">Zazzle</a> </div>
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My oldest child has completed the task set before a child and will take the last steps into adulthood today. It is a happy day and a sad day. With joy, I have watched him grow into a wonderful young man. I am proud to call him my son.</div>
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But . . . I know the changes that have arrived. He is no longer my dependent. He is his own man. I will have to respect this new fact, if I hope to have a healthy relationship with him. </div>
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Today, I am a lost momma(in the tears of change). So, today, I am offering the final free day of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00H5G63CQ/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00H5G63CQ&linkCode=as2&tag=leannhschatt-20&linkId=B7AABG7CBQCLRXH2">The Case of the Missing Mother</a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=leannhschatt-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00H5G63CQ" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /> E-book this month.<br />
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Congratulations, son!<br />
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Blessings,<br />
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<i>Kim</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-59237189723060120472014-05-10T18:26:00.000-05:002014-05-10T18:26:00.287-05:00Happy Mother's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I loved reading to my children. So, i</span></span>n honor of Mother's day tomorrow, I have scheduled a free e-book promotion of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00H5G63CQ/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00H5G63CQ&linkCode=as2&tag=leannhschatt-20&linkId=B7AABG7CBQCLRXH2">The Case of the Missing Mother</a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=leannhschatt-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00H5G63CQ" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /> for May 11-12, 2014.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It is my hope that you take time to enjoy the little moments with your child(ren) or grandchild(ren), if you are lucky enough to have them nearby.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Blessings,</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Kim</i></span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-10996764527580756302014-05-05T08:00:00.000-05:002014-05-05T08:00:03.313-05:00HiatusI am sorry about the unexpected hiatus from writing/illustrating and blogging. I took a part time seasonal job. It turned into much more than I expected. I was scheduled to work 20 hours a week however I worked 40 to 60 hours per week.<br />
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This past week I have started writing again. The hiatus was good for my
creative soul but it is time to get back to work. Thank you for your
continued support during this crazy time in my life. Keep your eyes
peeled for creative writing exercises (short stories) to begin
reappearing on this blog.<br />
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Last weekend, May 2-3, 2014, I scheduled a promotion to offer <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00H5G63CQ/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00H5G63CQ&linkCode=as2&tag=leannhschatt-20&linkId=B7AABG7CBQCLRXH2">The Case of the Missing Mother</a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=leannhschatt-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00H5G63CQ" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /> as a free e-book in honor of my Mother-in-Law's 90th birthday. I have several other promotions scheduled this month, stay tuned for future postings. (Hint: I couldn't resist the connection with the word mother in the title.)<br />
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<i>Kim</i> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-62598175796019498722014-05-02T08:00:00.000-05:002014-05-02T08:00:04.810-05:00Free Book Promotion<div style="text-align: center;">
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If all has gone right, The Case of the Missing Mother e-book should be a Free E-book available at Amazon on May 2nd and 3rd, 2014, in honor of my Mother-in-Law's 90th Birthday. </div>
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Happy Birthday, Ella! It's not everyday that you turn 90! I wanted to honor the woman who raised my husband to be a loving supporting man. </div>
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Blessings,</div>
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Kim<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-74814083204759944782014-01-04T00:20:00.001-06:002014-01-04T00:20:22.952-06:00The Legend Trilogy, A review<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A flash back to the origins of this blog. Prior to 2013, I believe, all my post were reviews of YA and Middle Grade Fiction. I haven't read many books in the last six months due to the amount of work it took to illustrate my book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00H5G63CQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00H5G63CQ&linkCode=as2&tag=leannhschatt-20">The Case of the Missing Mother</a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=leannhschatt-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00H5G63CQ" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" />
. However, I did manage to complete the Legend Trilogy written by Marie Lu. I started the series September of 2012. I finished the series during Michigan's Ice Storm just before Christmas 2013. We lost power for twenty-four hours. It was during this time I read Champion. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">June and Day, the main characters, start Legend as enemies with June undercover pursuing Day for his criminal behavior. The story is set in a post apocalyptic, post-America Los Angeles. The story is well created and captivating. Sometime, when I read a series I have to reread a portion of the previous book to pick up the story line. I found the characters created by Marie Lu memorable enough to jump right into the next book. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I recommend reading this trilogy. </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These books would be a good start if you've been wanting to try a dystopian, post apocalyptic series.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Blessings,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Kim Izzy</i></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/video/primesignup/ref=as_acph_pr_piv_71_on?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&linkCode=ur2&tag=leannhschatt-20" target="_blank">Join Amazon Prime - Watch Over 40,000 Movies </a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=leannhschatt-20&l=ur2&o=1" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-9357163472819660512013-12-09T08:00:00.000-06:002013-12-09T08:00:01.462-06:00Twitter<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A short note to let you know that last week I joined the ever-growing network of Twitter. So, if you tweet or follow tweets, you can find me at <a href="https://twitter.com/KimIzzysCorner" target="_blank">https://twitter.com/KimIzzysCorner</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Still working on the graphics, please bear with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Blessings,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Kim Izzy</i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-49935459922828789422013-12-07T12:23:00.000-06:002013-12-07T12:23:41.269-06:00I did it! Check out my book - The Case of The Missing Mother<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have published my children's book. I feel very much like an amateur today. Being sick this week hasn't helped. I had plans to write a press release. Oops! (There still may be time.)</span><br />
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meets Loop, a dragonfly. Come along on the journey! Meet a few of the park’s
residents. Will Jessie find her mommy? Let's find out together!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Use the above link to access the<br />
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Use this link to purchase the<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The floor of the pool undulated as the crabs crawled over each other in order to find unclaimed square footage. There had to be hundreds, maybe thousands of them. Could they swim? Would they eat humans? How long had I stayed down?</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-30605578722360479562013-11-20T22:46:00.000-06:002013-11-20T22:51:05.271-06:00The Dropbox Baby<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sorry about the vacation but training for work and trying to do Nano, I got a behind trying to do it all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I have a short story inspired by a news article: <a href="http://www.lifesitenews.com/news/korean-pastor" target="_blank">Korean pastor saving babies with anonymous ‘Baby Box’</a>. The article in part reads: " </span>Hundreds of unwanted babies are abandoned on the side of the street in
South Korea every year. Jong-rak knew he needed to set up a way to save
the lives of these precious babies. He built a drop box on the side of
his home with a humble sign reading, “Place to leave babies.”"<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px;">Seventeen years ago, there was a documentary made about my life and hundreds of others just like me. We are the "Dropbox Babies." I wasn't aware that I held that distinction until a year ago, when my parents showed me the documentary. I knew I had been adopted as I don't look like my adopted American parents.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I was one of the lucky ones. My mother left a note saying this was the best she could do for me. This was the best she could do for me, really?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The pastor found me a good home. I had a good family and a good life but doubts still nagged at the back of my mind. How could she give me away, if I was so special? </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">I wasn't physically or mentally handicapped, just unwanted. I am not alone, over eight thousand children were abandon in 2010 in my biological country of South Korea.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px;">My family showed me church but I felt unlovable. If the woman, whom had brought me into this world couldn't love me, I wasn't worthy of love. I was mad at God and the world.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px;">Then I watched the documentary and the film maker became a Christian during the filming. He could see God's hand in the saving of what seemed like doomed children. Maybe there was hope for me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px;">I was preparing to make my way into the world, out from under my parent's wings. I realized I, too, had been loved and still loved as tears streamed down my mother's face as I left to return to see my birth country with a reunion group of returning "Dropbox Babies." </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px;">Dad too, although, he wiped them clean, not wanting the camera to catch his moment of weakness. He whispered, "I wish we could be there to share this time of discovery. But we understand you need to do this alone." He squeezed my shoulder. "Just remember we are always here for you. You'll always be the son of my heart. I love you." </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px;">One last embrace from mom, she cried, "Go find yourself. God has a plan for your life. He always has. It's why he rescued you. But please, please come back to us. I love you."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px;">I</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px;">t was a favorite saying of my parents that I was the son of their prayers and heart, if not of their bodies. It has taken my trip back to my homeland to understand that saying.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-82442776386473590372013-10-16T20:07:00.000-05:002013-10-16T20:07:11.696-05:00What are you up to?<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Taking a break this week from posting new writing, I have too many projects in the works but nothing complete. The picture book flowed fast and furious early this week. The second round for Scifi Smackdown was flowing earlier tonight. Yesterday, I slept.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But looking back over the last several months, I haven't been reading. Don't get me wrong. I love to write but well . . . I miss reading, escaping into a world already made (written) just waiting to be discovered. Sometimes, I wish I could be a first time reader of my stories. It doesn't work like that. Stories take time and work to make them good.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Kim Izzy</i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-67070258939738283562013-10-12T12:33:00.000-05:002013-10-12T12:33:00.512-05:00One Night at A Little Soul (Scifi Smackdown 7.0 at Wattpad)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">PS- Be careful reading the other stories in this round. Most were created for an "adult" audience and I do not know if they were label as such. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-78975162433058817772013-10-09T21:34:00.001-05:002013-10-09T21:34:33.471-05:00~Picture it & Write! - Dark Alley<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-83767434309253964792013-09-27T13:26:00.000-05:002013-09-27T13:26:27.355-05:00The Case of The Missing Mother Preview<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Coming Soon!! (I hope!) I have been working really hard this summer on my writing as well as my digital art. This is the last draft of the cover for my first children's story. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Kim Izzy</i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-58445705648148441942013-09-21T23:13:00.000-05:002013-09-22T14:45:40.503-05:00Sci-fi Smackdown on Wattpad<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Update: I took too long to get this post, the cover and Tito's irises done. I missed the time cutoff. :( But it still looks like there will be some great reads created. I left the external like to Sci -fi Smackdown on the Fallen story page (under the cover on the right if you like to read what others are writing.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After I posted Conscripted on Wattpad, I was looking at the other new short stories and I ran across the Sci-fi Smackdown competition on <a href="http://www.wattpad.com/user/KimIzzy" target="_blank">Wattpad</a>. So, crazy as my life is I am trying to get my initial 500-1000 entry downloaded.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You have been conscripted into the UN Navy, Keene Knirs.”
scrolled across the bottom of his eye screen in big scarlet lettering. He froze
in the middle of the school hallway. It was his mother’s worse fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ten days ago on the first day of school after Christmas break,
he’d turned eighteen but he still had four months before graduation at Cass
City High School. Would they let him finish High School? If he wanted to
register and attend college, would they let him?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">His dream had been to attend college for vehicle repair. Keene
and his dad always seemed to have one project car after another in the barn to
work on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The war in the Middle East still battled on for the last
twenty or so years. Peace keeping units patrolled day and night, while the
tension increased in the generational conflict between China and Japan. Half a
decade ago, Japan changed their non-aggression constitution for one that
protected their national right to defense, after the US failed to defend them
against China’s aggression in disputed waters off Senkaku/Diaoyu islands. The
new constitution resulted in Japan’s formal dismissal from the UN.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">China had threatened to cut off strategic US military
supplies. Little things like there are no shoes produced on US soil, since 2014
when all tariff’s on foreign made shoes were lifted, the last shoes made in
America were now over five years old. When we bluffed, China started calling
in all the financial instruments they held.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The required news on his internet services scrolled in green.
Today’s headline read, “Japan’s secret navy shelled Shanghai. Estimated
hundreds of thousands injured and tens of thousands dead.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Charlina Lock ran into him literally, “Why did you stop,
Keene? Everybody knew this was coming?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’ve been conscripted.” Keene said, wishing his voice didn’t
squeak. She was the prettiest girl in their class. Of course, their class was
the smallest in at least the better part of a century. With the advent of
better farming tech, the requirement for manpower decreased. Cass City had been
dying since the turn of the millennium.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh, man! I’m sorry.” Tears welled up in her big green eyes.
Flipping her long red locks over her left shoulder, she continued, “Salmer
Blackurn’s cousin over in Caro got the notification on Christmas.” She paused,
chewing on lock of her hair, “He was gone before school restarted.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Tears formed behind Keene’s eyes, he fought them back. “Do you
know if he asked to go on to college?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“IDK but I doubt it. He worked on his uncle’s farm, Salmar’s
dad’s place.” She said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Warning you have two minutes to get to class.” scrolled
across their eye pieces in maroon, one of the school colors. The school had
access to everyone’s feed, which sucked because they blocked postings that
weren’t theirs or required by law during class hours. Keene would have loved to
post updates of the car project of his and Bruce’s in Mr. Torres’ auto shop
class. It was one cool restro, his word for restoration.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Charlina patted his back, “See you in Physics.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Keene nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Half way to Spanish class, Keene got another text, “Report to
Principle Sari’s office immediately.” His feet slowed his progress towards room
121, Mrs. Sanchez’s class. Mom complained about the small school not offering
foreign languages of the new global powers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As he rounded the corner, he saw Jimmy Hunt opening the door
to the office. They had been in school together their whole lives. Jimmy’s
birthday was the day after his. Jimmy caught sight of Keene and waited for him
to catch up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Army.” Jimmy said with red rimmed eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Navy.” Keene said, “Have you heard if we can choose college
instead?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“IDK but my grades aren’t good enough, bro. I planned on
working for dad on our dairy farm.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Keene said, “Mechanic – vehicle, hopefully.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Gentleman, come in. Stop standing in the hallway.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Both turned and walked slowly toward the principle. “Yes,
ma’am.” They said in unison.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Congratulations, boys! You’ve graduated.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Keene’s mouth dropped, looking at Jimmy’s raised eyebrows. He
didn’t know if he should cheer or scream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jimmy’s face drained of color, he asked, “What happens now? Do
we get to walk with our class?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Principle Sari placed her obese hand on to Jimmy’s shoulder,
“No, son. Tomorrow either you’ll report to the bus leaving for one of the Armed
Forces Colleges or for basic training in Kentucky.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Keene’s face flushed red while Jimmies face already drained of
color turned more of gray than white.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Do you need an answer now?” Keene asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She turned her brown beady eyes toward him. “No, you will get
instructional scrolls after you get home. Do you need rides home or did you
drive today?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Drove.” Both said again in unison.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Drive safely.” Principle Sari said ushering them towards the
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Don’t we get to say goodbye to our friends?” Keene whined.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Nope! Your parents have been notified and they will probably
want to spend the time with you. But you can always say goodbye after school
hours.” She said leaning on the metal doors closest to the student parking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“What about the contents of our lockers?” Jimmy asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Janitor Henry has emptied them for you and will be here
soon.” she said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jimmy’s face flamed red. Wow, what did he keep stashed in his
locker? At the same time, under her breath, Keene was sure he heard Principle
Sari say, “It’s the only reason you’re still here.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Six months later, standing at the attendance office of Naval
Trades College, Keene waited for his passes for a home visit to print. The
tall, awkward big glasses clerk whispered loudly at him, “Don’t miss your bus
to basic or they won’t let you come back to school. They’ll ship you out
immediately.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I don’t plan on missing anything.” Keene winked at her. She
liked him, but he didn’t return the feeling. It was good to have someone in
admin on your side. It really was a case of who you know and not what you know.
“I will follow my schedule exactly.” He saluted and she giggled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As he boarded the bus, his thoughts drifted. It would be good
to see mom and dad, and his family tonite. But Jimmy’s funeral tomorrow wasn’t
going to be easy. Charlina and what was left of their class would have a hard time celebrating their graduation the next day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This short story was inspired by this news story:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-80172322327503403332013-09-05T07:00:00.000-05:002013-09-05T07:00:07.952-05:00Extra! Extra!I am having too much fun learning photo manipulation. I love sharing them with others but I decided to try my hand at designing a few products again for Zazzle.<br />
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<a href="http://www.zazzle.com/blue_butterflies_dancing_postcard-239086443358571429?rf=238592523207679773"> <img alt="Blue Butterflies Dancing Postcard" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/blue_butterflies_dancing_postcard-ra633964cb06644f4b26eff33f3edb184_vgbaq_8byvr_325.jpg?bg=0xffffff" style="border: 0pt none;" /> </a> <br />
<a href="http://www.zazzle.com/blue_butterflies_dancing_postcard-239086443358571429?rf=238592523207679773">Blue Butterflies Dancing Postcard</a> by <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/bendingtreedesigns*">bendingtreedesigns</a> <br />
Create a <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/custom/postcards?rf=238592523207679773">Post card</a> with zazzle.com<br />
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This will also be available as postage as soon as it's approved. I think I will also make it into an iPhone case. What other products do you think this design would look good on? Leave your suggestions in the comments.</div>
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WOW! Now, I just need to get an iPhone! <br />
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<a href="http://www.zazzle.com/blue_butterflies_dancing_iphone_5_glossy_case-256915966557311652?rf=238592523207679773"> <img alt="Blue Butterflies Dancing iPhone 5 Glossy case" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/blue_butterflies_dancing_iphone_5_glossy_case-r2cd8667553fb4b6fb916a2188414cdd6_vx34r_8byvr_325.jpg?bg=0xffffff" style="border: 0pt none;" /> </a> <br />
<a href="http://www.zazzle.com/blue_butterflies_dancing_iphone_5_glossy_case-256915966557311652?rf=238592523207679773">Blue Butterflies Dancing iPhone 5 Glossy case</a> by <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/bendingtreedesigns*">bendingtreedesigns</a> <br />
Check out more Blue butterfly iPhone Cases at <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/blue+butterfly+iphone+cases?rf=238592523207679773">Zazzle</a> </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-55478614672790474802013-09-03T12:36:00.000-05:002013-09-03T12:36:16.133-05:00Domed Judgment Chapter 1 - WattpadHope everyone had a great Labor Day weekend. I had fun spending time with family.<br />
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Now on to my fun work, I downloaded the first chapter today. Check it out. Let me know what you think.<br />
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<a href="http://www.wattpad.com/24698298-domed-judgment-chapter-1?utm_campaign=addthis&utm_source=story#.UiYU_McVqfI.blogger">Domed Judgment Chapter 1 - Wattpad</a><br />
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Story Description from Wattpad:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hi! I'm Mazie Andersen. Tonight
is going to be the most important night of my life, so far. Today, mom and I
are preparing for my Junior Court Homecoming appearance. I bummed a ride home
from school with Anna, a Homecoming Queen contender. Time's passing slowly as I
wait for mom to arrive home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Join
me on my journey of a changing world.</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><br />
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A word of caution: Wattpad offers a great service to readers and writers but like with all social media/internet use responsibly.<br />
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Enjoy!<br />
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<i>Kim Izzy</i><br />
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I have been busy creating a cover for the short story that I posted in <a href="http://kimizzyscorner.blogspot.com/2013/08/picture-it-write-domed-judgment-excerpt_14.html" target="_blank">last week's "~Picture It & Write!" short story.</a>. Here is the first version. I am creating the blurb and the first files at <a href="http://www.wattpad.com/user/KimIzzy" target="_blank"> my Wattpad</a>. I will update this posting once I have a link. <br />
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Please forgive me for the short post this week. I had a funeral earlier this and everything is running behind.<br />
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Blessings,<br />
<i>Kim Izzy </i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-62837495746840662712013-08-14T00:35:00.000-05:002013-10-10T12:08:16.791-05:00 ~Picture it & Write! - Domed Judgment Excerpt UPDATED!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2013/08/11/__picture-it-write-62/" target="_blank">Ermilia's ~Picture it & Write! writing prompt. Click picture to learn more.</a></td></tr>
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The dome for the lack of a better description was off over to our left, our homes to the right. Maybe I, too, am letting popular TV science fiction influence me. I have never seen nor heard of anyone in real life having an electronic force shield. But all of Franklin, at least this side of it, was trapped behind it. Whatever "it" was!</div>
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At first we ran across the corn field thinking we could hide from the birds. Birds seemed driven to act crazy by the electronic field. When we came to an overgrown driveway, Landon and Darris turned to follow it. </div>
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"Hoping to make better time and get away from the birds." Breathlessly, Darris yelled over his shoulder of the arm with which he was dragging me. I think Anna could hear because she and Landon were beside us. </div>
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Behind me, I see Darris's older brother, Anthony falling back. The birds converged on him. Were the birds attracted to the scent of burning human hair? Anthony had taken a good shock when he had touched the electronic wall. Or was Anthony trying to give us a head start?</div>
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Darris yelled over my head, "Anthony, run. Catch up with us. You have nothing to fight with. You saw what they did to Gentry's injure cattle."</div>
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Anthony ran to the edge of the cornfield yanking several cornstalks out of the ground. He swung them at the diving crows, while we climb through the ditch up onto the road that had brought us to edge of our nightmares. Anthony connected with a couple of birds. They tumbled across the sky crashing into the waiting cornstalks as I watched waiting for my turn. Our families were trapped. </div>
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Where was the military? Ft. Campbell was only a couple of hours away. Where were the Blackhawk Helicopters that flew between Ft. Campbell and Florida? Their sound echoing throughout the Natchez Trace valley on Hwy 96. </div>
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The birds gave up returning back to the direction of the dome. Anthony limped as we waited for him to catch up with us on the road.</div>
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"Where to now, Big Bro?" Darris asked Anthony.</div>
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(Note: I used the picture this week to inspire a passage in my current short story, Domed Judgment that I am writing to post at <a href="http://www.wattpad.com/user/KimIzzy%29">http://www.wattpad.com/user/KimIzzy</a> soon. I will post a notice of the downloads here at my blog and on my facebook page, Kim Izzy <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kim-Izzy/204505159561991">https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kim-Izzy/204505159561991</a>)</div>
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<span style="color: yellow;">Update: See this as the chapter(edited) in the bigger story. Chapter 6 posted 10/10/2013. Posting one chapter a week, nine weeks left. <a href="http://www.wattpad.com/27206702-domed-judgment-chapter-6" target="_blank">Domed Judgment chapter 6</a> If you want to start the story at the beginning use this link - <a href="http://www.wattpad.com/story/7824170-domed-judgment" target="_blank">Domed Judgment</a>. Thanks for reading!</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-43104141207888060252013-08-06T17:03:00.001-05:002013-08-06T17:03:43.191-05:00~Picture it & Write! - Future Unknown<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lavina hated her mom at this moment. Throwing herself to the sand, she couldn't care less that it was damp. She didn't hate her mom, not really, but she wished her mom would just try and listen to her side of the argument. They were arguing all the time these days. It was like she wanted Lavina to be "old and full of wisdom."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Laying her head down, it hit something very hard. Rubbing the back of her head, she said, "Really, people are pigs!" Someone had left trash on the beach. A glass bottle, no less. It could break and people could get nasty cuts, infections and could die. Great! Now, she sounded like mom. She hated that side of herself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of course, no one heard her. The beach was deserted. With brilliant colors gracing the evening sky, Lavina was surprised that she was alone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Twirling the bottle around, Lavina notice the magnifying effect the bottle had on the gorgeous sunset that had drawn her to the beach tonight. Hoping it would relax her. She had been so uptight lately. With senior pictures around the corner and her senior year starting in a few weeks, the pressure was mounting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What was she going to do with her future?
She needed a magnifier to help her see her far away future. But where did one get such a thing? Even mom couldn't predict the future.
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Blessings,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Kim Izzy</i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12830328378082308564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249593181913273983.post-1455527868473998312013-07-30T15:31:00.000-05:002013-07-30T15:50:34.806-05:00~Picture it & Write! - Who am I?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Author's Notes: Inspired by this photo, I wrote this piece from my memories of my teen years.<br />
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Two girls came skipping out of the forest. Barely, they stopped before landing in a concrete pond full of lily pads.<br />
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"Do you see what I see?" Georgina asked Alyssa, while rubbing her eyes.<br />
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"Isn't it beautiful?" Alyssa said. Her eyes glazed over.<br />
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"What? Why would you think a bed in a pond is beautiful?"<br />
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"The frilly teal shimmering curtains hanging from the canopy. The gold tassels all along the top." Alyssa sighed.<br />
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"Yuck, look at the muddy mess where the pond water has been absorbed up the curtains. The mattress is just inches above the water. There's got to be bugs, spiders and other nasty things in that bed." Georgina vibrated with horror.<br />
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Alyssa shook her head, "Put a few lit floating candles in the water. After dark, they would look like fireflies."<br />
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"Don't even get me started on the mosquitoes!" Georgina continued on.<br />
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"Who would do something like this?" Alyssa asked.<br />
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"Someone crazy, of course. To ruin a perfectly good bed that way, what a waste!" Georgina said.<br />
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"No, not a crazy person. Someone romantic, artistic. It's not a waste! It's beautiful!" Alyssa stared at the bed.<br />
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"I can't see what you see." Georgina said rubbing her eyes, focusing and un-focusing them. "Nope, just can't see it." <br />
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Alyssa turned and stared at her friends, shaking her head, "Agree to disagree?" She held out her hand to Georgina, "But we can still be friends, right?"<br />
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Georgina looked back at the bed, shook her head. She reached for Alyssa's hand. "Friends!"<br />
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The girls turned back and skipped down the path. Alyssa looked back over shoulder at the unusual sight.<br />
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Hope you enjoy my short story.<br />
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Blessings,<br />
<br />
<i>Kim Izzy</i><br />
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