A little insight into me

Yeah, my thoughts in story form because that's how I share them...

Amelia sat in the hospital with her grandfather. Her grandmother had left hours ago with little certainty of when she would return. Amelia anxiously awaited her arrival. Don't get it wrong. Amelia loves her grandfather, but their relationship had always been one of few words. Hers being "hi, zeda Love you!" and his either "who's my best girlfriend?" Or "you look more beautiful every time I see you." Finding the words to pass the time is a hardship for Amelia. She wants to scream "I love you! Please live forever, or at least long enough to see me happily married." she knows none of that is even possible as no one lives forever and as a perpetual single she isn't expecting marriage anytime soon. So instead she sticks to "how was your lunch and do you need anything" making her feel like a stranger. Time passes slowly and Amelia isn't sure what to do when he complains about the socks that are supposed to help him. Amelia isn't sure what to do about anything. So rather than ask, she sits in fear of something happening while waiting for her baba's return.

When she finally arrives Amelia rejoices inside. Replaying the days events, she slowly readies to leave after a reasonable amount of time so as not to seem anxious. Relief floods through her as she exits the building and is safely locked in her car. Only the fear of the next phone call to sit with her grandfather sits within her. She feels horrible that she hopes the next time is when she is busy. Sending an apology up to heaven, she asks god for the strength to make it through. Breathing deeply she whispers "serenity, courage, wisdom" before pulling out onto the road toward home.

Cheers,
Tabitha

Hum...London...I miss you!

So, I am totally missing London and all its about. Plus, the rest of the world isn't helping by making references to it on my fav tv shows and such. How do I cope with this? By writing a story of course...

The weather was dreary out, but that was normal for a day in London. Clouds covered the sun, and a light drizzle had been stop and go for the past few hours. Looking out the window, Becca was still not used to the view. Only a week ago, her view had been a wide open field in small town Minnesota, USA. When she started her search for family she never expected to leave Minnesota let alone the United States. Fortunately, a clue from her mother’s journals mentioned time spent with a man in London. Becca started to cry at the thought of her mother. It was only a month ago that she buried her. However, cancer was not a forgiving disease, and Becca barely recognized the woman her mother had faded to in the end. Attempting to stop the tears, she thought of her mother before the cancer. Girl’s nights out to the movies, mall, and spa filled with laughter. There never was a dull moment with mom. A smile formed on her lips as she laughed at a random memory. London seemed to reflect the change in Becca’s mood. The storm clouds dispersed and the sun warmed the sky. Becca’s stomach rumbled and she was suddenly starving. Becca remembered from her mother’s journals that Pubs had delicious food and could easily be found on almost every street.

Cheers,
Tabitha

Different Story

So I got to writing the other night...

Glancing at the clock, Dan realized if he didn’t leave soon he would be once again sleeping on the couch in his office. Rubbing the back of his neck, he knew that he would not like waking up there tomorrow morning. Thoughts of his empty apartment didn’t sound any better, but it had the promise of a shower and clean clothes. Saving the project he was working on, Dan copied the files to his jump drive in case he wanted to work on it at home. That’s a lie he thought it’s not “in case” it’s more like when he can’t sleep at three am. Grabbing his suitcase, he took a last look around his office and was suddenly stuck by the memory of a time when he wanted to leave work more than anything. He saw the reason as bright as if she was standing in front of him. Her beautiful long red hair and stunning green eyes had captivated him at first glance. Shaking the image of Jenny out of his head, Dan pulled his office door shut. Locking his files securely in his office, Dan went around the floor turning off lights as he was the last to leave. A shout rang out when he turned off the final light. “Hey,” Mark Miggler came out of his office. “You aren’t the only guy who puts in a few extra hours every once in a while.” “Sorry,” Dan mumbled. Mark exited his office, “You’re lucky I am leaving or my father would hear about this.” After the childish threat, Mark pushed the elevator button continuously until one arrived. “I didn’t know anyone else was still here.” Dan halfheartedly apologized. Mark got on the elevator and Dan released his breathe when the doors closed. Opting to avoid an awkward elevator ride, Dan turned the corner to take the stairs. It just wasn’t that Mark isn’t Dan’s favorite person, but he was also the owner’s son. Mark was spoiled and was usually good at getting what he wanted from his father so Dan tried to hold his tongue lest Mark try to get him fired. Dan didn’t know how much longer he would be able to hold back especially if Mark kept stealing his parking spot. It didn’t even make sense. Mark had his own parking spot closer to the elevator and everything. He probably just got some twisted pleasure out of making Dan search for a spot every morning. Dan was nearing the parking garage level when he heard angry voices coming from the other side of the garage’s door. A man was shouting. Dan thought he could hear a bit of an Irish accent. “Shut Up, I have had enough. Where is she?” Dan could barely make out another man’s response. “I don’t know who you are talking about. You have the wrong guy.” There was a loud noise. Dan thought the loud Irish sounding man was hitting the other. He was about to go out and see if he could help when the Irish man spoke again. “If you’re not Dan Redding, then why is your car parked in his spot.” Dan let go of the door handle he had just been about to turn. This man was looking for him. Who would possibly be after him, and who are they looking for? Peering out the window, Dan saw Mark was surround by not one but three men who all had guns pointed at him. Mark seemed to gain some gusto or at least a fake facade of it. “My name is Mark. My father is Dan’s boss I steal his spot all the time. Dan was still upstairs when I left. He usually takes the stairs down meaning he could be here any second.” The Irishmen smiled. The one in the middle seemed to be in charge gave a look to his comrades before speaking to Mark again. “Thank you for your help. We are grateful.” Before he finished speaking, all three of the men shot Mark one in the chest, one in the head, and one in the balls. Dan jumped back from the window and started breathing heavily. Going into the garage was certain death. Going back upstairs only meant delaying death. Dan’s only option was to run out the street exit and hope they didn’t have someone watching. Before he could think about it any longer he heard “Ian, get rid of the body. Andy and I will look for Dan. Andy, take the elevator. I’ll take the stairs.” With all the speed he could muster, Dan was out the door and running down the street.

Cheers,
Tabitha

International Relations ;)

So yeah they always say the best stories come from personal experience :)

Prologue

I can’t remember the first time I heard a man with a foreign accent, but I know from the first word I was hooked. Movies, Music, television, etc. I could never get enough. There was never just one accent I loved. If it was English, Spanish, Irish, French, etc., all they had to do was speak and I’d melt a little. I soon vowed that I would leave my homeland, good old US of A, to gain firsthand experience. The summer before graduating college the chance to explore Europe came my way. Seizing the opportunity, I packed my bags and got on a plane. Little did I know what awaited me on my adventures.

I have more written, but I haven't typed it up yet...will post when I do.

Cheers,

Tabitha

Ladies of the Park

My Lovely followers and others,

New story I promised:

Enjoying a delightful picnic Jessica, Lauren, and Tabitha were laughing at the book that Tabitha had brought. Jessica was especially enjoying it because she knew it was something her farther would never let into the house. Late as usual Danielle strolled up to the three ladies. "Might I inquire as to what is so funny?" Tabitha smiled saying "Perhaps if you had been on time you would be sharing in our amusement." "I had to attend to my father's guests" she explained while joining the picnic. "By attending to her father's guests, she means taking a stroll with Lord Miiller" Lauren quipped causing Jessica and Tabitha to laugh. "Very funny Lauren. At least my man is in town at the moment." Jessica interjects "at least you two have men." Laughing outrageously they began to simmer as people started to stare. "It has been far to long since we have seen each other dear friends." "Tabitha, it has only been two days since Duke James's ball" corrected Lauren. "But it feels as if it has been years" Tabitha exaggerated. "Or at least a few weeks" added Jessica. "Speaking of James's ball, did you see his attire?" asked Danielle. "Positively delicious" gushed Jessica. "No other of our friends could have looked so good in such a color scheme." "It was his ball. He is entitled to go over the top." "Yes, and that is why his parties are always the most fun. No one else is so daring."

Cheers,
Tabitha

London

My lovely followers (All three of you) and any other random people who read this,

I am currently enjoying a lovely couple of months in London, England! I know it is so exciting. I love it here so much that I will come back as much as possible!! I wish I could move here, but it is really expensive lol...except primark (a totally cheap clothing store <3 )

So as you know, I love starting stories and never finishing them lol. I have begun yet another. In my defense it is all because of a picture. So, Lauren, Jess, and I were wandering London in search of some gardens when we passes a old-timey photo place and decided to enter and get a photo taken. We got all dulled up in Victorian clothing and had an awesome photo shoot. In the end, we choose one photo. We are all seated laughing with each other as if at a picnic in the park. The picture intrigued me. Who are these women, why are having a picnic, and what is making them laugh. Is it the book or an inside joke? So, from there I had to write a story to appease myself. As soon as I type it up I will post it!

Cheers,
Tabitha

Even a tiny bit can go a long way....

Just a tidbit I am turning into a story...I hope.

He couldn't breathe. The woman who stood before him couldn't be real. He had to be seeing things or going crazy.The long hours at work must be getting to him because there was no way Jenny was standing there. Jenny McGrievy had died last May.

Carpe Diem,
Tabitha