The Prophecy....

A friend of mine asked "in a good way" what at was going on with my story?

So I thought I would put up the very "The Prophecy" up for you all to read.

Hope you enjoy!

Please Note: this is the first draft... and it's probably filled with grammatical and punctuation errors.

"The Prophecy"

Along time ago, when royalty still meant something, and time would stand still with the slow passing of days; Vampires went bump in the night, Witches weren’t burned at the stake for being something they couldn’t control, myths and legends didn’t have to hide who they were, and Werewolves were the protectors of villages; there lived a family.

They were prosperous and had more wealth than many could dream of, they were healers and seers, with powers only to be told as otherworldly.  In the winter there was born a son. A child of untold beauty:  with blood red hair, purple eyes, and an olive complexion, he didn’t look of the human world.  At first, his father deemed him a changeling, and was to be thrown in the snow to die.  But soon after his birth his beautiful mother begged them not to; she had seen his destiny and it was tied to The Fates like no other could be.

“He is to be the reason; for the Worlds Collide”, she said… And every one listened, for when she spoke the truth came to be. 

I was small then… a mere puppy, but I understood her words… they made sense to me.  They thought me a dog, a companion for him, the child…they never guessed that we existed.  They with all their power didn’t believe in the magic of the earth; and so they spoke freely, ignorantly in front of me.  I remember her words clearly, for I had to hold them dearly, soon there was to be another wrapped in fates cruel hands the way that we were.

She spoke:  “There will come a day, long from now when this son of mine, will create a child.  That child will bring one world to its knees and another back to its former glory. That child will be of untold beauty, you will know it instantly as it will have coal black hair the color of the darkest night, with red streaks running through like the blood that will fall to the ground as people die. The eyes will be the bluest blue matching the ice the will come with the cold that will surely grow with each passing year that the child exists.  The child’s skin will be so white that it will look as the moon was brought down just to be with it. This child will bring death as it will bring life.  It will bring peace as it will bring danger to us all.  The child will bring the Worlds Collide. It is as The Fates command we shall not kill this boy; my son.  He is the to create something so wonderfully gifted and so powerful, that only the child’s mixed blood will save it from true death.  The child to be is immortal and cannot die.  Many will try, but none will succeed.”

With that she fell into a sleep so deep we thought her dead.  She woke up and remembered what she saw for it was unlike anything she had ever seen.  She watched the vision; the time passed and decades raced by as she witnessed a much older son, a much braver being than any of her people combined.  So she loved and protected her child. 

She waited for the day, that he would meet the woman that will bare the baby of her vision. The woman would have raven black hair, white skin, and ice blue eyes slightly larger than most.  His mother knew not what she was; just that this woman was not of the human world nor was she was not a Witch.  She was neither Vampire, nor Werewolf…. She just was.  The beautiful mother knew that the woman would come with her raven hair, and magic would follow her. So would the child that none but her son and that woman would want.

There comes a time when something must be let go.  Now was one of those times… a world was about to fade into the distant memories of women, children and men.   It was going to be no more… My world is fated to fade into the human one, just as the Vampires, and Werewolves, and soon even the Witches would fade and blend in.  Until the child of mixed blood is born, that blood will bring my world back to the former glory it once had… but with it, the child would break countless others apart.  Now the question was… “Where did my loyalty lie…” it lied with the child… that would soon come to be.

Raven... Or a section from "Bridgeman Mannor" as long promised

Hello Everyone!

It is with great pleasure that I tell you.... today I will be posting a part of a chapter of my Novel!

No, it's not more from the short stories of the characters I am writing... but it is a little peice to see if you all are paying attention! I would love plenty of feed back...

My sister is my reader normally, but, I would like more helpers.

So without further a do:

I opened my eyes to find I didn’t know where I was.  In fact I couldn’t even see where I was; everything was red; the sky the ground. I lifted my hands and saw the pale white was covered in the burgundy as well.  I blinked my eyes hoping it wasn’t real it was all a dream but everything looked amazingly tangible.  I took in a full breath and coughed the smell of metal out. The wind was blowing my black hair in my face, and I took comfort in the dark color. 

            I took in my little spot of ground and it too was covered in blood, what the hell was going on.  Tears started to stream down my cheeks, I felt confused and scared. No this was more than scared; I was terrified, even more than that I was starting to believe that I caused such a horrid scene.  But how? Only seconds ago I was in my room contemplating the choices ahead of me… wait… the choices ahead of me?   As I looked around the red fog was starting to fade, and I saw him; Jordan standing tall and strong and full of power. I remembered that he was in the room with me, and he was telling me something… what was he telling me?  I wanted to ask him, but then a fear pulled at my stomach and I stopped myself… What if I did this, what if I choose the wrong thing and it caused death. 

But who’s death?

What have I done? 

            I looked around again, this time to find Mally. When I found her, she crying but preparing herself for another attack.  I ran to her, it seemed like I was running up hill and against the wind.  It also felt as if I were running in water, when I looked down it wasn’t water; it was a stream of blood.  I didn’t know whether to scream or cry… I did a little of both.  Still I continued to run to Mally; it took forever to get to her. When I ran up to her, she pushed me aside to shield me from a deadly blow. 

            “Raven, you need to run to safety!” she was screaming over the roar of something.

            “Why?! What is this? What’s going on?” I couldn’t hear why she was screaming. I knew that there was a war going on around us but I couldn’t hear it.

            “Raven, it’s the World’s Collide now go!” she pushed me aside again, this time to the other direction…

            Just where the hell did she want me to go? Every where I looked there was blood, and death. By The Fates… did I do this? I started feel as if I had to know, Mally would know…

            “Did I do this?!”

            She didn’t answer me just kept fighting; in fact she refused to look at me.

            “Mally! DID I DO THIS?”

            “Yes, Raven, you did…” it was quiet, so quiet I barely heard her words.

            “Why? Why would I do this?” I didn’t have vindictive-dictating bone in my body.  This right now; that is going on, was evil.  No I wasn’t evil, angry, angst ridden, but not evil.  Was I?

            As I was looking around at all that was transpiring, it reminded me very much of a story I heard when I was a little girl, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember what it was.  How could I be thinking about children’s stories a time like this?  For some reason it seemed valid, it was a story about good and evil and the battle to save all of humanity; and a whole world. 

It started to rain, but it was warm; almost like the rain in Italy during the summer time. When I gazed up at the sky; what was raining down on me and everyone else made me gag.  It was blood.  I wanted to get out of the rain, away from the blood. I had no where to run. I started to hyperventilate, that’s when I remembered the childhood story. It was the “The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe” by CS Lewis.  The ultimate battle.  But that story was about God, and the Devil.  Something I wasn’t sure I believed in.  I wasn’t even sure I believed in The Fates.  If they existed, they like God had a lot of explaining to do.  I continued to freak out, I felt like I was going to faint at any moment.

I started to fall to the river of blood just as the world flashed around me, and I was hit by something fierce and full of magic.   The next thing I knew I was standing on the hill with Jordan and Mally looking down. 

            I looked at them and then the dead, did I even protect myself? Or did I tell them to die for my cause only to find there was no cause at all. 

How was this all my fault? I didn’t want to be a murderer; I just wanted peace for my kind and the human kind.

            “Raven, there will be no peace as long as you are full of turmoil inside. You have to set yourself free and trust The Fates” it was a voice I have never heard before, and it was in my head and very, very familiar. 

            I looked at Jordan, “Did you hear that?”

            “Raven I heard nothing, but the cries of the dead and the dying.” When he looked at me tears were streaming from his beautiful eyes.

Again the world shifted again and we were talking to what obviously was a very human person.  He was a messenger for their race, and he was scared. I could barely make out his words he was talking so softly.   It sounded as if he were saying that the humans were declaring war, and that the entire supernatural race was destined to be eradicated.  He was declaring that the humans were openly going to attempt a holocaust.

“Are you serious? Holocaust? Just because you don’t understand my kind?”

“I have no say Ms. Bridgeman, I am just the messenger.” He turned and walked away. When I followed him with my eyes I noticed we weren’t on the hill any longer but on the valley floor, with all the dead and dying.  In my head I heard the sorrow, and sadness. Everyone’s thoughts were pounding in my brain, and I knew that I was the bearer of all that had come to pass.  Jordan was heart broken and Mally was furious. I was in absolute shock.  I glanced at Jordan who had tears streaming down his face.  Then the world went black.

I woke up in my bed, alone.  I was covered in sweat and my eyes were swollen with tears. I flung myself up from my bed in a panting rage. I could not, would not do this. I will not be some prophecy child. I didn’t care, the dream I had was horrible it was so real.  Wait, I didn’t remember falling asleep. I was talking to Jordan.  Mid-sentence, I was in mid-sentence when I ended up where I was. 

I had a vision… that must have been it.

It was starting, all the changes that were to come, I could feel it.  I could not, would not bring Jordan through that.  He already went through this, he would understand if I didn’t want him around.  I stood and paced my room, but ended back where I started, on my bed sitting.

School... journal writing, and getting my computer back...

These last two weeks of school have been the most fun I have had in a long time. 
I spend hours reading and then doing the work... organized and stylish! HAHA... Jeremy on the other hand while doing well in school hates the work.  I guess opposites do attract! :)  My favorite part about school however, is not the writing or the reading... or even the ability to focus on one thing a time (Which is actually very hard for me), it's that I get to have two classes with my best friend in the whole word.  How could I not love that my husband and I share classes and are focusing our lives together? 

I have been studying some of the greatest writers in my Lit class... also, I am having to journal about them... LOVING it ! I get to write everyday! 


And I am so excited to say that I have my computer back at long last and i can really start writing Raven's story again!!!!! YAY!

Well that's all for now! Talk to you guys later!

Starting School...

As most of you don't know... I am an avid writing... (DUH)
However, what most of you didn't know is that I was starting schooool....
It started out that I thought I wanted to do communications.
I realized after starting school and taking and English Lit class, a critical reading class, and a writing class... that infact i DO NOT want to do communications as a major...

I want to write... always have, always will.

With that said I will not be discounting communications I will just not be focusing on it

Raven is going to have to go to the back burner for a little bit, so i can' focus on my studies..
If anyone actually reads this blog please note I will still be posting here as i get ideas about my story... but I will be creating a third blog called "Response Journal".  This Journal will be mostly my homework but, it will be fun for me and I hope you read it as well...

Thank you,
Jacque

Am I a Writer?

As a person of many words... and less in the action department, I find myself thinking: am I a writer? Do I actually have a good story?

Then after those thoughts... I come to a conclusion by doing what every human does; Rationalization.

I can rationalize why i hate getting up in the monring, i can rationalize why i didn't do the dishes for three days... i can even rationalize my tremendious fear of clowns.

You may ask clowns? Really?
Well, yes really.  Here's my excuse for running from them like a bat out of hell... nearly in tears everytime. (and yes that includes if they are on the tv)
They are child molesting murders.  There i said it... that's my belief and has been... even before like an idiot i read "it" AND saw the movie.... both just solidified the fear.  No, i have no real reason behind it... no, i will never go out of my way to figure it out. And, no my children will NEVER have a clown at their birthday parties... EVER.

See that? I rationalized my unexplained fear... and should i note that i am one of millions with this irrational fear? Honestly, i could make the funniest book just about that fear alone, complete with amusing true stories behind every excuse i have to fear them.

Why did i mention rationalization? Because, every human does it. I don't think that they realize how often or what over... but a person can rationalize the hell out of anything.  But, a writer not only rationalizes but creates a story behind what they have thought to be a good reason for their actions.  Thus you get the novel writing process.  because, without us watching, and making excuses that we know will not help... we create a conflit, and with that confilct we create the hero and heroine... in my case the Heroine is the true saviour...
Did this story come from some excuse i made? Yes, to tell the truth... Raven came to me one day after i was trying to tell my step mom why i wouldn't read anything that had to do with real life.  I was trying to rationalize my need to be taken away from this place called reality.  And, raven just did it for me.  She, was my muse.  Built off of years upon years.. of me reading stories about a boy and his dog, of stories where the girl needs to be saved by a big strong burly man... years upon years of feminine oppression.   Not only that but in reality! After, watching the only female presidential nominee fail to become the TRUE nominee i finally said you know what? I am going to write about Rave... she has been in my head for years... and she can save the world and prove that women have the power and we don't need a boy.


The other part of my conclusion is this: Writers watch.  Seriously, they watch... all the time.  Have you ever wondered why that guy/girl over in the corner at the coffee shop was watching the door and the room around them?  Maybe, just maybe they are writers.  Everything in this world can and will be used in whatever it is they are writing.

I know i do it... watch people.  I have gotten the dirtiest looks, i have even gotten rude comments.  And, and i have used everything in short stories i have written.  and when i say everything.. i truly mean everything.  Want to know something funny? My name means Litterally "The Watching Sea of Bitterness"...

Who do i write for: you the people... why? because the story is me... it's in me... part of me and because of me. It's my world... and i am creating it for you.

One more thing: I question everything... even myself. Without question there is not an answer... and without an answer there are not words.

So with that said... yes, i think i am a writer. 


I urge all writers out there to do what i have done.  Figure out what makes you write... and why you write... and then ask yourself "am i a writer?"  and i bet you will find your answer. 

New Directions

Sometimes, I sit and think... why am I always saying I?

Maybe it's the selfish thoughts of a normal person... or maybe the though "I" is all I know.
Is it the way of the writer?  Do they all say I?  Maybe...  maybe it's human nature... either way I will probably never stop saying saying "I".

on a different note:  Sometimes the question arises... what would happen Raven if her story was written differently?  Would it cause a butterfly affect and create different scenarios every time I changed the story?  I can't for sure say that the answer would be yes... but I can say that I hope somethings surface for her that I am not thinking about just yet.  

I wonder do the writers I love to read ever feel this way? Maybe if they write different scenarios the characters would take on different lives...

Maybe the reason I am thinking about this now... is because I know some things are going to have to change with Raven and that will change the could of everything in the story... I am not sure if it's for the better or not yet... I know that it will be a big change.

Listening to: Pandora...
Channel: Boyce Avenue
Reason: I need to be calm today.

Family...

You know, when posting about things in your life on blogs and facebook and whatnot... don't you ever wonder what makes you... you?
I do all the time... i think well i am this way because of that... or i am flustered because this isn't going my way.

What if we all took the time to think?  Is it really just about me?  Do the people i surround myself with matter?  What about my family?  I can say that i do... but, i am not going to lie and say that.  In fact, in TRUTH... i am selfish.  My world is about me, me, me, me... but what about THEM?

If it weren't for my older sister Janice... i would be wallowing in self pity, complaining EVERYDAY about my hardships... but she is the reason in my life.  She is just plain rational.  The woman never stops pointing out the obvious, without any care that you may freak out.  I love that about her.  I need that.  Think about the one person in your life that can't help but be rational?  Then think... what have i done to help them?  With that,k i haven't done ANYTHING lately to help her... in fact, all she has done is help me.  Time to change that... starting today. 

If i didn't have my baby sister Sophie... i would forget that there is laughter and beauty in this world.  Sometimes i think; does this girl even KNOW how amazing she is?  If not, why?  I mean can't she see that her beauty is all throughout her?  Thank the Lord he created this one.  She is an amazing mom... an amazing sister... and funny to boot! I give her all the A's in the world! and Freaking gold stars!

My Brother Ronny... well he's just hands down the coolest cat i know... battling diversity with every step... and does it with a smile, a laugh, and a joke.

Jeremy... how do i say that he completes me without being 1) corny and 2) lame?  By saying that he is my world... simple as that.  He is my balance and my whole.  Without the world of him i would be walking alone... sad.

With out these three siblings i would be nothing...
With out the love a great man i would be soulless..
With out the support of my friends and family here in Oregon, i would be lost.

When was the last time any of you thought of them? Your loved ones that support you?