Writing Byte #10: Seeing the Sea

I look at the sea, and the sea looks at me.
I dive into its arms and it buoys me up.
I slide on the slippery seaweed and pebbles.
I dance as the waves slap the water in time.
I feel the spray in my face and shout to the sky.
But I know to never let this relationship go too far...
For if I go too deep,
the water would swallow me whole.

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Books

Here is a series of books which I enjoy reading which you might like too. 1. The whole of the Warrior Cat series by Erin Hunter 2. The whole of the Redwall series by Brian Jacques 3. The whole of the Elyon series by Patrick Carman 4. The Mistmantle Chronicles by M. I. McAllister 5. Famous Five by Enid Blyton 6. Secret Seven by Enid Blyton 7. The whole of the Narnia series by C. S. Lewis 8. The whole of the Malory Towers series by Enid Blyton 9. The whole of the St. Clares series by Enid Blyton 10. The whole of the Dear America series (Each book has a different author) Here are lists of books that I enjoyed which aren't in a series which you might like. 1. Princess Academy by Shannon Hale 2. Secret Garden by Francis Hudson Burnett 3. A Little Princess by Francis Hudson Burnett 4. Our Only May Amelia by Jennifer L. Holm 5. Caddie Woodland by Carol Ryrie Brink 6. Thunder from the Sea by Joan Hiatt Harlow

Haiku

Swimming in the depths Splashing in the bright sunlight Dolphins are playing

Writing Byte #17: The Arena

I always hated boxing. How could someone enjoy the violent, mutual mutilation of two unique individuals? The drench of sweat, the clenching of fists, the iron smell of blood… I much preferred tennis, where the players remain a good distance from each other, holding rackets for a last defense. I never liked boxing; I never understood it. In many ways I’m always the careful one, the wary one, the conscious one… I’m aware of the frailness of our human bodies… minds… souls… how just one tap in the right place can send someone reeling, falling, lost… But sometimes… Sometimes the stakes are raised, sometimes winning that fight becomes just too important to ignore. Maybe a friend is in danger… or an opportunity comes just within reach… or that challenge just needs to be taken down. My jaw sets, and the screaming warnings of risk and danger fade out of consciousness. They become merely that indistinct rumbling in the background. My breathing steadies, my body tenses, and my e

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