Greetings from Canada

Day #1-Write a story after a postcard arrives from someone who passed away and whose funeral you attended that says the words, “I’m not dead, meet me tonight at ___________”
Greetings from Canada by E.R. Buendia
I read the postcard looking back at me with an image of a grey sky and an outline of old Victorian aged houses. The right bottom corner in boldfaced red writing “Greetings from CANADA” and a tiny maple leave emblem. A cryptic message scribbled on the left side: “I’m not dead. Meet me at the grave site where I was buried tonight at 8pm. Sincerely, Jake.” I let out a sigh, not knowing what to think of this news. It was 4pm and I knew the next four hours were going to be dreadful.
Eight o’clock came with a slow yearning building inside of me. I reflected gently on the memories I had of Jake as children holding hands on the swing set.
Was he in trouble?
Now that I was approaching the darkly lit cemetery with the cobblestoned plaques all around, my heart began to race. Fight or flight mode. I wondered if this would be my demise. The dark figure turned his face and looked at me with a grin on his face, which was now sunken with deep violet undertones in his sunken face.
I approached him, bearing my cross necklace on my bosom and his eyes began to burn. He let out a shriek, as high pitched as a siren. He began to step away from me to the other side of his grave. And, as I looked at him closely, I saw fangs poking out of the top of his mouth, gently onto his bottom lip. Catching his breath, he said in a whisper, “now you know my secret.”
I gasped, unable to accept the creature standing in front of me was a vampire. Knowing that vampires were fictitious creatures of the night, and, it was not possible for my oldest friend to be a vampire. Feeling helpless, as though I was under attack, I fell to my knees and felt a twinge inside of me, liquid beginning to collect in my eyes.
I aggressively brushed the tears from my eyes, looked up at him and asked, “so how long have you been a vampire?”
He looked back at me, with the eyes of a lost baby deer and said “I’m newly turned, I’m immortal, baby.”
I knew that this was the start of a twisted and long journey for Jake and I. Jake grabbed my arm and we began to float in the air, the gravestones blurred together into a gray swirl beneath us. Jake ran his fingers over my eyes and lethargy sent me into a slumber, as panic set in, unsure where this dreadful creature of the night was taking me. The lights faded away and darkness swept over my eyelids.

Story A Day Challenge update

I am happy to announce that my Story a Day Challenge is going successfully. I have written mystery and horror stories so far that have been so fun to write! From stories about fairy tale lands and floating visions to a story about a peculiar stranger and mysterious vanishing characters. This week is all about novel development.

A little bit about what I’ve been working on I’ll share with you: I’ve been developing a SciFi/Fantasy novel since 2012, it’s an idea that has been looming in my mind that would have a non-cliched female heroine. In this world, there are people with telekinetic abilities and it is post-post apocalyptic, in a kingdom that is flourishing. This week I have been able to work on establishing a setting based loosely on the time of the Middle Ages and Medieval Gothic Renaissance. I am beyond excited to share a short story that takes place in the setting of this universe, but I need to edit it a little bit more first! 🙂

However, here is a little snippet from the Creative Writing workshop I’ve been attending, this is another short story I am developing simultaneously as an exercise:

Barely at seventeen years old, the young girl with the glasses and porcelain colored skin, waited anxiously at the train station. She clutched her indigo purple colored sleeping bag tightly, as it was all that she had left. Wearing some camel brown oxford shoes, tight black pants and a black coat, her neck covered in a plaid colored Burberry scarf, she looked longingly into the cityscape. Hoping for something better, her darkly framed glasses fitting her round face perfectly and hiding the tears that continued to fall down her cheeks. With the cold breeze hitting her face, those tears could easily become frozen and become memories of her current heartache. The bright red colored seats in the train station seemed especially alarming to her on this Monday morning.
Today, her music was blaring Claude Debussy, it was a classical music kind of day and a day to try and stay focused for this teenage girl. Her white headphones were connected to an iPhone that had a cracked screen that she did not have the money to fix. But the music of Debussy was calming enough to get her through the next thirty minutes that she would have to wait for the train this morning.
I will be sharing some more stories later that I do not plan on submitting or querying to literary magazines…
My writing adventures are just started and I am looking forward to creating this universe!
ER B.

Story A Day- May

So, I recently stumbled upon the Story a Day website which is a fantastic writing challenge that asks writers to write to a prompt every day. 

I currently have three novel ideas: a scifi trilogy, an modern day Arthurian tale, and, a historical fiction mabout the Mayans. However, before I begin writing any of these, I’m going to focus on practicing strengthening my writing skills. I am also enrolled on an online Creative Writing.  

Cheers to a lot of writing in the future. I plan on sharing the good ones on here. 

🔥❤🔥

Erika B. 

Writing Update

I’m still continuing to develop the plot line a little bit more, working on a detailed outline before I actually create the manuscript. Been reading up on the Roman Empire and been formulating ideas on how I can develop a plot that could possibly turn it into a trilogy.

In the mean time, I’ve also been developing a mantra book of my own. I’m not sure if I’ll publish it or just give it out as gifts to friends but the plan is to write mantras with watercolor in the background of lotuses, and trees, and possibly fairies.

A group of people on Facebook decided to start NaNoDreaming for the month of December for those of us who weren’t able to meet the NaNoWriMo deadline, I haven’t been too great at checking in but it’s another motivation for me to get going and keep writing. On the side, I’m also taking part in online classes to receive my teacher’s certification for either TESL or TOEFL.

On Instagram, I’ve been participating in a challenge which has helped me continue to journal on personal self-awareness. It’s called #BeYOU2ful and I’m completely in love with the movement! Today’s prompt was to write about all the reasons why I love myself and I’d love to share that on this entry:

I love me because I don’t give up not even when I feel like I’m at the brink of darkness, I still keep moving forward.

I love me because I am courageous and loving. I work full-time in a job that not everyone wants to take and that’s because I’m passionate about helping other human beings reach their potential. Everyone has a meaning of success and I want to help people reach their success.

I love me because I am worthy of love. The fallacy that existed in my head for so many years was only causing me to self-deprecate and feel miserable. But today, I can look at myself in the mirror honestly and say “I love you. You are beautiful.”

My first name Erika means royalty and that’s how I feel inside, noble but humble. I am not above anyone else, I want to help and love other people. And that is my life mission, is to help heal the world, just through my writing or with my actions…or even with education. Just be a little trickle in the water.