A Stranger Upstairs

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As I lay in bed, staring at the wooden ceiling, I can’t help but think of the old decor. The rustic windows, the floorboards weak from overuse. That smell of dust and dry air. I cling to the soft plushness of my comforter. My head burrows itself into the pillow as my feet bunch up the ends of the covers for warmth. It is particularly cloudy tonight, so there is little natural moon light. The room seems so dark and full of question. My mind races with the thought of what could be. I can barely see anything, so here I wait for sleep to come.

As I drift away to a solemn slumber, a noise stirs my body into consciousness. A bit annoyed, I soon delve into fear as I remember my entire family is on this floor, and not above. With my skin breaking into gooseflesh beneath the covers, I try to establish some reality. The house is old and at times, will create noise from the wood and worn out places.

I try to convince myself of this, and close my eyes to fall asleep. Then, I hear another sound, a breath. Try as I might to convince myself it is only my mind, I open my eyes to see a pair of dark ones staring back at me!

I scream, loud, until it screams too. It is my younger sister. She is covered in darkness, while begging me to let her stay. I sit up, and tell her to leave, but I must admit, I would like the company. 

So here we are, one adult and almost adult sharing a bed. Tucked in close, so close that I feel her quivering flesh. I too must feel the same. I tell her to stop shaking, but she can’t. 

She asks me if I can hear it. I ask her hear what? She tells me it is whispering. I don’t bother to ask what it is. I turn my body over and ball myself up like a small child. She still shakes, but soon my eyes become heavy, and I awake in a room bathed in sunlight. 

It is daytime, finally. After getting dressed, and going down stairs, I see our maids, Hilda, and Beatrice. The cook, Rose, prepares a variety of egg omelets. I ask them if they’ve seen my sister. When I awoke, she wasn’t in bed with me. But they say they haven’t seen her since yesterday. 

During breakfast, my parents eat while their eyes dig through their phones. It is a regular morning, silent and impersonal. I ask them if they’ve seen her. Who, they ask. My sister, I say. With their eyes firmly on their devices, they simply say, no.

She is seventeen, and has a habit of doing what she wants. But we are at a summer retreat in our grandparents home. I didn’t think she would be so eager to break free with all her friends being so far away. Yet, regardless of this, my parents do nothing, but make excuses. She is simply a brat doing rebellious teenage things, they say.

After eating, I go upstairs to see if she went back to her room. Why I didn’t think of this first is beyond me. Upon entering her room, I see nothing but a messy bed, and not much else. I don’t even smell her perfume, something she would put on before leaving, or anything out of place. I close the door and walk out to see an empty hallway. At one end, a window, from the right, a stairway leading down. To the left, a stairway leading up. On the other end of the hallway, a door. 

I go towards the window and to the right downstairs. As I leave, I do so with the ache in my mind that something is not quite right…


The following is a short story. Part two coming soon!

Author is Jasmine Clark. The work is fiction, and shall not be published, or sampled without the author’s permission.

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Fall Daze and Motivation

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When the cold air chills, it is time to reflect.

I think about what I’ve done, and what I want to accomplish.

Here, 2 years ago, I was in Japan working and planning a life as a writer.

Due to reality, I have to merge my lifelong passion with teaching.

Don’t get me wrong, teaching is a lifelong passion of mine too.

Yet, I’ve done so much in terms of teaching and working with children.

Writing has always taken a back seat, and I can’t stand it!

Balancing life with two big goals is tough, but I must do what is best in the long run.

Progress

I completed all four of my tests for teaching, and applied to a college to complete some classes.

Now I wait while my application is in the wind.

I also applied for a few jobs. I do plan on applying for more jobs in other districts.

With this part of my life at a decent standstill, I now look towards my other passion, writing…

It is not easy to stay motivated.

I know I know, what is up with your writing!

I have to admit that I am a bit scatterbrain with many of my posts.

The idea is for you to look at these personal posts as an opening into my mind, my personal journal if you will.

It’s not polished, is what I’m basically trying to say.

So, about my motivation with writing…

I find it harder to stay with it than when I was in Japan.

You see, in Japan I worked from 10:30am to 7:30pm. I had zero energy during my work days.

On Saturday nights, I often slept around 1 or 2 in the morning after hanging out with friends, or washing my clothes. So by Sunday, I had personal time.

It’s really funny that, as tired as I was, and as much as I wanted to rest on my days off, I did the most work.

I would write for hours on Sundays, in a public cafe!

However, the time had nothing to do with my motivation, it was my mindset.

You see, as tired as I was, and as much as I didn’t like some aspects of my job in Japan, I was really happy.

Happy to be in Japan! Happy to be a classroom teacher, happy to have a social life and actual friends, happy to go out and meet people, even date (although I was always friend zoned :/ ).

Overall, I was really at peace.

Now that I am in America, I don’t have any of those things, and quite honestly, it disturbs my calm.

It makes it hard to get out of bed. I have way more days off than before due to my current job, and I still don’t write.

It is a rut I hope can just end.

I wish I could just say “be inspired dummy and go for your dream of writing!” but if you’ve ever dealt with anyone with certain mental illnesses, then you know it is a lot harder than just believing you can do it. You have to feel it inside out.

What I’m trying to say is that I feel like I’m in a daze. I have aspirations, but in my current mental state, I just can’t seem to shake off this sad feeling. It’s a heavy feeling. One that seems to keep me from doing too much.

Believe me, I am trying not to go in full despair mode! I am actively getting closer to getting my teaching certification. It’s just, with all my sad feelings, doing all of these tests, and preparations for my teaching cert., I just don’t have enough “energy” for anything else.

Have you ever felt this way?

Anywho, I hope a meditation app helps. I can’t really talk to others, they don’t seem to get it.

That’s ok, it’s my burden anyway.

I just hope that with a new job, it can give me some of what made me happy when I was in Japan. I’ll wait and see about that. Oh, and I’ll of course keep you posted.

Until then…

Love Like a Rock Star!

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Hold me like the bass

Tighten your embrace

Strum along my straps like strings

Tap the thighs and feel the warmth it brings

Humming along with your falsetto

Bring me closer, yes, here we go

Pull in for the breath

Exhale, slow and even

Raspy as the motion flows

Together we crescendo

Our voices intertwined

Still, heavy, motionless

Beat by beat, we fill the air

Take me there, take me there

again, so here we go

An encore of lust

What more shall I want?

What more shall we do?

….

Jazz Club Love

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It hits me

Like that sound of your voice when you go higher than high

Hitting those notes of everlasting sorrow

Flowing like the hiss of the saxophone

Vibrating, echoing out into the room

Entering and exiting through ears

Drawing hearts nearer to the sweet feel of…

I am entranced

I am in love

I am yours

But as I scan the room with my lovelorn eyes

I see that I am not the only one with this feeling

There has been a spell

A spell you put on us

They are unaware of their capture

Caught up in their lustful rapture

Despair fills me with dread

But soon those notes that I adore fill the air

I am pulled back into your trance

Unable to, or unwilling to leave the embrace

You have us now and that is certain

I must admit that I am foolish

But where else could I get this feeling

Where else could I be this in love

Where else would I want to be?

The answer is

nowhere.

A Space Tale and Inspiration…

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Hello Groovy People,

It has been a while since I made my last entry.  I have been busy of sorts with taking tests, teaching origami, and resting.

I have great news, I have passed two of my tests and I have two more to go!

That is not why I write this entry today.

I have been going back and forth for over a decade with my space book.  It was something that was inspired by two very different things:

  1. Joss Wedon’s Serenity
  2. Foo Fighters album The Colour and Shape

I know what you’re thinking, how can a Foo Fighters album influence a story?  Well, when I listen to music I often imagine people, places, and situations.  It can be a love story or an action fight scene that plays out in my head.

The album I mentioned was bought while I was in high school over 15 years ago.  I only bought it for one song, Everlong.  However, during a trip to Six Flags Great Adventure, I had the entire album play as I sulked; I was 19 at that time and hated going to an amusement park.

Luckily for me, hearing that album play gave me an idea of a space tale that centered around two cheeky girls, and a hell of a lot of intergalactic adventures.

Of course, years went by and I scraped most of what I had.  I had finished the entire book, but it was so unfocused that the abrupt end was confusing even to myself.

I decided to reboot it of sorts like I did with Journey’s End.  I must say that it is much better with a more fleshed out story.  I am nowhere near finished, but I’ll keep you updated!

Until then…

Be Yourself?

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Be yourself.

You know, who you really are.

People will respect you, honor you, value the truth of your own being.

But only if it fits what we value, what we accept, what we cherish and accept as normal

decent

good

cool

realistic

et cetera

Be yourself, but don’t be too funny, too silly, too honest, too good, to nice, unbitchy, unsnooty, unpretentious, unbothered.

Be yourself, but don’t be too different, be like us, because we only like what we are used to, we only like what reminds us of ourselves.

Be yourself, because it will make you happy, but don’t upset us, or offend us, or make us feel uncomfortable.

Be yourself.

Updates and things…

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Hello Groovy People,

So it is July and things are going well.  I’m working a ton and trying to stay motivated with my writing.  A few weeks ago I went to Bookcon in New York, and it was pretty interesting.  To be honest, travelling and being around large groups of people is mentally exhausting.  So I only stayed about 3-4 hours. I did enjoy getting free merch and seeing the different displays.  I took a lot of mental notes and will try to plan for next year with possibly a children’s book.

Recently, I have been working on a short story which was inspired by a picture I found online.  It is a digital drawing by a really good artist.  I’ll get into more detail when the story is finished.

I am also preparing for my 4 tests, 3 of which I am taking this month!  I am very very very nervous and anxious, and just about stressed out.  However, it is something I must do, and I am prepared to do what I can to make my new goals come to fruition.

I will also try to update my blog more…but we shall see.

 

Until then…