Posted in Books, Culture, Quotes

One Liner Wednesday – Victorian Lesson

Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday

Sarah Josepha Hale is widely known for her nursery rhyme “Mary Had a Little Lamb”, and she published a collection of poems called, “The Genius of Oblivion” . She campaigned for the American holiday of Thanksgiving by writing letters to five U.S. presidents. Abe Lincoln was the one convinced enough to support legislation to make it a national holiday. She also had correspondence with Matthew Vassar to offer educational opportunities to women. Her first novel, Northwood, was an anti-slavery work that established her literary reputation.


Posted in Books, Culture, fiction, Freedom of Expression, poetry, Quotes

Freedom of Expression – Art!

Good evening everyone! I’m here to participate in Richa’s “Freedom of Expression” challenge! She shared some brilliant quotes about art, so stop by and take a peek! 🙂


Every Thursday, I will pick up a “prompt word” to be acted upon by y’all. You are free to go wild with your imagination and interpret the “prompt” in any way that you like – photo, prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction, quotes, articles or drawing/painting – whatever works for you!
In short, it’s all about you being the BOSS and choosing the best way possible to express and depict your understanding of the prompt and go berserk!

Richa @ iScriblr

It’s interesting that Richa shared this quote below! ❤

Artists are just children who refuse to put down their crayons.

Al Hirschfeld

I’ve been heavily sick for the past few days with a severe cold and allergies. My congested mind couldn’t really focus on anything too complex, so I decided to open up a steam punk coloring book I got from a convention last year featuring the amazing artwork of Brian Denham.

The box of Crayola crayons was just innocently sitting there on one of my shelves. 😉 As I opened the box, I relished a moment of silence as I marveled over the colors. It’s been too long since I last colored. I enjoyed blending the colors and developing the gradients and shadows of his “Victorian Secret Girls of Steampunk” Antarctic Press collection.

This morning I read a post on Riddles and Reveries called “Quotes from Anna Karenina”. I’ve only watched the movie with actress, Keira Knightley. It’s a visually stunning masterpiece of a tragic tale by Leo Tolstoy.


I couldn’t help but write a short story after I encountered this quote by Leo Tolstoy’s character Anna in Riddles and Reveries:

“If you love me as you say you do,’ she whispered, ‘make it so that I am at peace.”

Anna Karenina

So without further ado, here is a fan flash fiction of the aftermath of Anna Karenina’s death!

Life After Death

Train’s blaring lights struck
Horn sliced through sun-speckled air
Deafening silence

Anna’s life flashed before her eyes after she threw herself in front of the train. Darkness filled her vision in an instant. She blinked and awoke to find herself flying between the branches of a forest alongside a majestic angelic warrior with scarlet feathers and bright purple robes.

She smelled the refreshing scent of pine trees as the rays of sunshine warmed her entire body. A flock of blue jays sang joyous songs as they fluttered in the trees. The morning dew of the forest floor bed sparkled revealing a faint green glow that extended to a glistening meadow beyond. She felt her warrior’s healing presence – a protective and nurturing force.

Anna felt light – free of the torment and the burden of the jealousy she harbored for so long. Her cheeks flushed with the color of a new born rose. She was no longer shackled by societal conventions of imperial Russian orthodoxy. Anna took a deep breath. She could finally feel her husband’s, Karenin, forgiveness seeping into her soul. Her skin tingled at the former memory of her lover Count Vronsky.

A moment of peace is worth its weight in gold. Anna no longer felt like a caged animal. Her spirit is free to roam and experience this new grandeur of life that laid before her.

Posted in Dreams, exercise, fiction

Speed Dating in the Victorian Lounge


Dream: I stared at my reflection in the gloss of a wood panel to a door entry. I was in a large Victorian lounge as I listened to my event planning friends next to me chatting about what a success their speed dating event turned out. I’m keeping track of the paperwork and time. All of the sudden, an Asian man appears in the entrance. He’s dressed in a white button down shirt tucked into some dark denim jeans. He was very pale, had a gentle demeanor, and was very soft spoken. I learned that he was an English as a Second Language (ESL) Instructor. Even though he was here, he looked like he didn’t want to be here. My friends at the check-in table quietly laughed to each other. They turned to me and asked, “Hey! Since our guest is late, why don’t you go on a speed date with him?”  The room faded black, and I fainted.

I think I just miss my boyfriend during this 2 month long Operation A.J. endeavor. To have friends suggest that there are better matches out there makes me feel a little discouraged. I enjoyed reading the Sarah Woodstock’s account: My Adventures in Speed Dating

I followed some videos of the Jump Rope Dudes today while listening to BTS soundtrack and country workout playlists. I think I’m becoming a fan of BTS, a Korean pop band. They have such creative dance choreography and bright background layouts. I enjoy their passionate lyrics. I’m impressed that they’re learning English.