The light fades…

So for this piece I decided to delve into some world building for a trilogy scifi idea I have, which takes place in another planet beyond the sun’s reach…the land is dying because its desperate for light…here’s a narrative on my protagonist’s childhood memory:

The sunsets were dazzling as the sun prepared to go into its slumber. Hues of mustard and tangerine blended together into a beautiful spread across the sky surrounding the kingdom of Gaela. The young girl cupped her hand pretending to lift the colors of the sunset out of celestial sphere that reflected off the lakes. A smile formed upon her face, as she closed her eyes and felt the last rays of sunlight seeping through her skin. Light was a luxury in Gaela and any moment that the people could get with the sun was sacred. The sun was a god to the people and the moon was as well, any source of light.

    Eighteen hours per day the land was filled with terror and darkness. Creatures beyond the fray awaited the moments the moonlight dissipated into the abyss of the universe so they could prey on the weak. The kingdom lived in a state between waking and sleeping, in a constant fear of the night. They were forced to become one with the night as the sun’s rotation grew further away from their planet. Circadian rhythms were out of sync, causing a mental disorientation amongst everyone and this young girl managed to maintain balance through all of the chaos. There was something special about her. She had the ability to manipulate the four of the five elements: water, air, earth, and, fire.

    With this power, she had to hold onto the secret because if anyone were to know what she was capable of, she could be drained from her energy. She knew the cost of her special ability could lead to her demise so she never spoke of it. She tried her best not to let her powers show in each activity she had with other children her age. She knew it was wrong yet the curiosity gnawed at her insides of how much further she could take it. How powerful could she become?

~ ER Buendia

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StAD September 

Hey guys,

I will be using the Story A Day Challenge this month to help me connect with my characters and also to bring you some cool flash fiction. Currently developing a horror anthology zine which I hope to release Halloween week.

Here is my first prompt piece inspired by one of my book ideas (the modern day Arthurian one): 

  1. When I was born…”


When I was born, a reincarnate of a goddess from centuries past bore into me. Her soul lit up the room and my mother was astonished, believe it to be an angel. The light blinded a couple of the nurses in the room because it was powerful luminescence which created a sun-like blast. At first, people were unsure of what I was. They believed that I was a spawn of the devil or some type of evil, but other holy rollers believed me to be an angel. But the dreams I had told me otherwise.


The images of my birth haunted me as I grew up feeling unsure of how to identify myself. I had been adopted into a family that did not know whether to fear me or adore me. As I grew, I began to grow curious of the incident that happened that day I was born and began to read about past lives, angels, evil, and, any other occult topics. I would spend hours trying to decipher what I was. Growing up, I was perplexed by my ability to touch wounded animals and heal them. The animal would shake off their injury and wander off into nature, without any sign of discomfort. My adopted mother caught me healing a wounded bird one day and asked a priest to come and observe me, believing me to be a child of God.


The thing is, that I was not a child of God and I was not related to the devil. I was just me and part of being me, was that I was reincarnated. I did not know this until the dreams began. Dreams of a lush green pasture, a great kingdom, and hooded tall men which looked as though they were wizards from Lord of the Rings. In reality, these men were druids, a race of magical beings who had been lost in the waves of time.  In the dreams, people called me Morgan, Morgaine, or Morgana. I did not know what it meant until I stumbled upon mythology which addressed a Morgaine la Faye as a Triple Goddess. I, then, figured out that the power I held inside of me was related to her. Was it possible that I am a reincarnation of a powerful goddess? Me? I am barely passing my high school Algebra class…how could I be the powerful triple goddess?

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.