Musings with Rosanna Leo

by nulliparaora on February 1, 2013

 

Welcome to Musings.  Author, Rosanna Leo joined us today with the story she saw behind this haunting image.

For the first time in a millennium, the Gorgon awoke.

After sleeping for too many years to count, a victim to a god’s petty curse, she pried open her eyes. As centuries of crust and dust fell away, she endured the sting of pain, sharper than the bite of a thousand serpents.

He would pay for this.

The Gorgon swallowed, but no moisture coated her throat. She gasped for air and had to remind herself how to breathe. She stretched her limbs in her tight tomb, but she might have been cracking every bone, such was her torment. Deep in the earth, she stifled a cry, worried someone might hear her.

But no one would hear her in this place. The god had made sure of that. When he’d cursed her to a living death, punishment for her crimes, he’d encased her in a closed marble coffin and had put her in the ground. She didn’t know where. All she knew was darkness and sorrow.

Sensing her pain, one of her snakes slid across her cheek and licked her with its pointed tongue.

“Worry not, my little love,” she whispered to the beast. “We will have our revenge.”

With each passing second, the Gorgon’s strength returned to her. She blinked and batted away another layer of the debris marring her otherwise-beautiful face. She clenched her fists at her sides and her muscles responded.

She would escape. And when she did, all the gods would feel her wrath and humanity would tremble.

_________________________________

Wow! That was great, Rosanna. You can find more of her works wherever e-books are sold. Her latest release, Sunburn, is available now at Liquid Silver Books.

What story do you see in the picture? I’d love to read it in the comments!

{ 75 comments… read them below or add one }

Tanja/Mokkelke February 1, 2013 at 1:17 am

this is gonna take some thinking but the green in the eye could work! update later today!

loved Rosanna’s piece, evokes a lot of questions of what she did to get there, did she put up a fight, did she get tricked …

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 1, 2013 at 7:28 am

Thanks so much, Tanja. Yes, that Gorgon is one angry monster woman! :)

Reply

Don Livingston February 1, 2013 at 5:51 am

Really great work. She must have been a bad girl to endure the wrath of the Gods. Would love to hear the back story on this one. Nice job Rosanna.

Let me see what I can come up with Nulli after work. (Yes I’ll tell the girls it’s up). LOL.

Reply

Iread/Flora February 1, 2013 at 6:32 am

Nice story, intriguing. ILike Don, I would love to read more. UM, I’ll let this stew for a bit and see what I can come up with.

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 1, 2013 at 7:30 am

Thanks so much Iread/Flora. So glad you could read along!

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 1, 2013 at 7:29 am

Thank you very much, Don. I love mythology so had to use it in this one. She was a bad girl indeed…

Reply

Nulli Para Ora February 1, 2013 at 12:18 pm

Hehehe, this should be good. The Livingston family is at it again!

Reply

Emilia Mancini February 1, 2013 at 9:37 am

You are an inspiration, Miss Leo!

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 1, 2013 at 10:15 pm

Aw, thanks very much to the inspirational Ms Mancini!

Reply

Tonya February 1, 2013 at 9:44 am

Rosanna, I cannot wait to read more! I want to know what she has done to deserve her punishment…

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 1, 2013 at 10:15 pm

Thanks Tonya!! Yes, does make one wonder…hmmm.

Reply

Tonya February 1, 2013 at 9:47 am

with a desperate futile effort
she punctiliously
shellacs each flake
trying to re-mask the pain

Reply

Nulli Para Ora February 1, 2013 at 11:07 am

This is excellent. I really like it. *hugs*

Reply

Tonya February 1, 2013 at 12:53 pm

:) xxx

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 1, 2013 at 10:16 pm

Lovely!

Reply

Tonya February 2, 2013 at 2:42 am

Thank you Rosanna

Reply

Don Livingston February 2, 2013 at 5:11 am

I though someone on Musings was talking about not being able to hang with the rest of us (Tonya). Nulli, Rosanna, you two vixens are making authors out of us. Ya ya, I know Nulli (dance my pretties.)

Reply

Tonya February 6, 2013 at 12:54 pm

Don, N & T have graciously put up with my ramblings for awhile… I have learned a lot from both of them and reading Nulli’s posts have been extremely helpful.

Tanja/Mokkelke February 1, 2013 at 10:40 am

ok last part ending with a dream sequence, picking up there. enjoy!!

Part 4:
After walking what felt like an eternity, he was close to giving up. The figure kept eluding him and he was getting tired. Doing a 360° turn, he saw nothing that could provide shelter to rest for a bit. No other options available he resulted into just laying down where he stood and closed his eyes. It didn’t take long for sleep to overtake and the tulips to hide him from the nothingness around him.
As he slept a small figure appeared, nice round shapes, long dark red curls framing a weathered face. Kneeling beside a sleeping Thomas, the tiny woman knelt beside him. The bright green of her eyes inspecting him meticulously.
“Why did this had to happen now, Thomas? I’m not ready yet to let you in, I want to but I’m simply not ready. Look at me, I’m still shedding my newborn skin. It’s easy to hide this for everyone but not for you, I can never hide from you, my dear Thomas. I’m just sorry you think I hate you, you’re wrong you know. You’re my perfect match! It’s just where I come from a perfect matched pair isn’t allowed to be together until after the shedding of their newborn skin. Patience is all I ask for a few more weeks then you can finish the chess game.”
Jenifer sat there, gently stroking his relaxed face. She felt guilt washing over her as her perfect match thought she hated him all these years. She felt a soft brushing on her cheek and as she tried to wipe it away more of her flacked skin came off.
With a hint of disgust she cleaned her hand on her robe and cursed the ancient laws of her kind. If she lived according to human law she already could have been a mother! Have a husband! Have love!
She felt Thomas stir lightly and decided her dream-walk was over for now. It would evoke to many questions, questions she wasn’t able to answer, yet. After planting a soft kiss on his lips she got up and shimmered out of his guided dream.
The “real” Jenifer sat also next to the “real” Thomas, a single tear running down her perfect cheek.
“Soon, Thomas, soon.”
* * * *
Thomas stirred and again took in his surroundings, something he was doing a lot the past hours. He was still at Jenifer’s. The light pouring in telling him it was morning. He could hear someone rattling around some pots and pans in what he hoped was the kitchen. The strong smell of coffee reached him and like a true coffaholic he followed the trial back and was greeted with Jenifer standing behind her stove.
“Morning. Think I could have a bit of that brew your sporting there?”
Jenifer turned and smiled. “I heard you get up. look there.” She pointed to the kitchen table where a large cup of the steaming black liquid was waiting for him and a small neat pile of papers.
“You’re a godsend. I don’t know how I survive the morning without this.”
“No sugar or cream?”
“Nope, pitch black is how I like it, helps to jump start my aging brain.”
“Hehe I understand, same here. Have a look at those papers while I finish cooking breakfast. I printed them out this morning. It’s a variety of insulin pens you can have a look at. Some we even use at the hospital, depending on how many patients are diabetic. So read first then ask questions and I’ll try my best to help you decide to pick out the best one for you.”
Thomas smiled at her decisive tone. It seems she was determined to make sure he wouldn’t have another fit.
“That’s a deal. Breakfast is starting to smell too good to pass up. I’ll go through these papers and try not to be too distracted with whatever you are making.”

Reply

Nulli Para Ora February 1, 2013 at 11:18 am

Interesting. Now I want to know what she is and how long the shedding takes. Hmm, sheds her skin, dream walks, ancient laws…

Reply

Tanja/Mokkelke February 1, 2013 at 11:23 am

it’s up to you where i take this ;) but she ain’t a wolf, that’s for sure, so i’m stepping out of my comfort zone here hihi

Reply

Nulli Para Ora February 1, 2013 at 11:53 am

Hmm, I just started something new yesterday. I’m wondering if we’re thinking the same thing. Hehehe

Reply

Tanja/Mokkelke February 1, 2013 at 11:55 am

you know where to find me ;-)
i have a rough idea of where i want to take this but each picture can mean a 180° turn around. you’re directing me in this one. (at almost 3k words with it already lol and with hardly any effort)

Elaina/Mazuri February 1, 2013 at 4:02 pm

Interesting. I, too, wonder if I’m thinking along the same lines. Love watching this develop :)

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 1, 2013 at 10:21 pm

Very interesting take on this! Enjoyed reading this.

Reply

Tanja/Mokkelke February 2, 2013 at 4:41 am

Rosanna this is part 4 already i’m writing an ongoing story with the pictures provided so i hope you have read the first three as well :) else some parts may or may not make much sense.

Reply

Misty February 2, 2013 at 6:44 pm

I feel so inadequate as a writer when I see just how talented all of you are. To make a dream in the middle of your story to match the picture is something I never would have thought of. I’m glad I have already written mine or I might be tempted to steal your idea. I too like everyone else is wondering just what she is. As always you keep me on the edge of my chair.

Reply

Tonya February 6, 2013 at 9:35 pm

I am curious about this shedding…

Reply

Allie Ritch February 1, 2013 at 11:48 am

Rosanna, awesome job. I loved what you wrote. Nulli, what a great idea for a post.

Reply

Nulli Para Ora February 1, 2013 at 11:54 am

Thanks, Allie! I hope you’ll check out some of the other Musings. There are some really great stories in the comments.

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 1, 2013 at 10:16 pm

Thank you Allie! That pic just screamed “monster” to me.

Reply

Mazuri February 1, 2013 at 12:06 pm

This is a different approach for me. It fits into none of my other worlds so it’s fully stand-alone. Again, I haven’t read the others yet so prepare for a comment frenzy later today!

######
The Temple

Memories danced through her mind like dust in a sun beam – disjointed, meandering, skipping from one horrifying image to the next. In the excitement of exploration and the potential of making a new discovery, Lianna had dismissed the locals’ whispered tales of curses and an evil presence that guarded the treasure. This was her chance to prove she was as skilled as the men; as determined; as physically capable.

And she’d succeeded.

She’d found the temple nestled into the sheer cliff, hidden by vines and decades, if not centuries, of jungle growth. She’d chopped a path towards the cave mouth, heedless of remembered warnings and scattered, etched totems to beware. She’d stepped fearlessly into the darkness, led by her small lantern and a dream of finally succeeding at her chosen career.

And then it all went wrong.

A hidden slope, slick with moss and condensation, knocked her feet from beneath her. Lianna slid down the smooth rock with a shriek, losing her lamp to the infinite black that surrounded her. After seconds that felt like hours, she came to a gradual stop. Crawling on her hands and knees in an effort to retrieve her missing lamp, she heard the gentle sound of what might have been silk drifting over the stone. She felt a pinprick sting.

And awoke like this.

Trapped motionless, her body encased in hardened clay, only her eyes were able to move. The chamber, unlike the front part of the cavern, was carved into the rock and decorated with vibrant murals. Sconces every few feet held torches that cast dancing shadows upon her frozen body and illuminated the only other item in the room: an intricately carved stone altar. Even squinting, Lianna could not make out the images, only that they involved a restrained female and a large, serpentine creature.

And the gentle shushing sound returned.

Reply

Nulli Para Ora February 1, 2013 at 12:12 pm

Oh wow! This reads like the beginning of a good video game. Nice. :)

Reply

Tanja/Mokkelke February 1, 2013 at 12:17 pm

as said on skype, you sucked me right in again.
*and the mind wonders off to what could be…*

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 1, 2013 at 10:21 pm

Mazuri, this is great as well. Really good passage!

Reply

Misty February 2, 2013 at 6:52 pm

I’m hooked already. I can’t wait to see what happens to our little explorer next. And how exactly did she become in cased? I know I have to wait for the next musing, that’s the part that sucks because
I can’t beg for a tease, because until we get the next pic none of know where our stories might go next. Anyway I look forward to more!

Reply

Elaina/Mazuri February 1, 2013 at 3:41 pm

Rosanna, that was chilling! Like the others, I’d love to hear the backstory of this one as well as read whatever happens next! Excellent.

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 1, 2013 at 10:17 pm

Thank you Elaina! Much appreciated!

Reply

Amber Livingston February 1, 2013 at 4:31 pm

Gressana sighed, and stretched her magnificent body. She had been asleep for too long, since the times of knights and kings, princes and paupers. As she awoke to this new world, she was baffled. The zooms, whooshes, and odd beeping sounds that surrounded her were very foreign. She flexed her tail, wings and legs and took off.
As she flew, she noticed never ending stone paths, with moving metal boxes. Puzzled, she flew in for a closer look.
Oddly enough, no one was screaming. She found that the metal boxes had wheels on them, and came in diffrent shapes and sizes. Picking one up into her mouth and chomping on it, she came to the conclusion that it wasn’t too tasty. It was a bit on the oily side, and the moving parts hurt going down. With a firey burp, she circled back around to the forest.
Laying down in the cave she woke up in, Gressana decided she didnt like this new word, with its oily boxes. She decided to fall back into a deep sleep, and catch a snack in a new era.

Reply

Nulli Para Ora February 1, 2013 at 5:36 pm

Oh, that was a funny image! Though, I’m curious now. Did the people get out of the car first? hehehe, nice one, Amber. :)

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 1, 2013 at 10:22 pm

Amber, this one brought a smile to my face!

Reply

Misty February 2, 2013 at 6:56 pm

Amber you always surprise me. Whether it’s killing a tulip or having a dragon eat an oily car, I always enjoy reading your submissions. I look forward to you next story.

Reply

WildAboutBones February 1, 2013 at 6:36 pm

Outstanding Rosanna! Have a sexy vampire (or dragon shifter) find and release your gorgon, make them have a wonderful love affair, wreck havoc on the god who punished her and then give the vamp and gorgon their HEA, and you’ll have a wonderful paranormal romance.

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 1, 2013 at 10:18 pm

LOL, thanks WAB! Awesome idea, right there! Anyone might think you know about books…

Reply

WildAboutBones February 2, 2013 at 4:52 pm

I’ve been known to have a good idea or two occasionally. LOL!

Reply

Iread/Flora February 2, 2013 at 10:03 am

I really like these musings. So here is my contribution. I hope you all enjoy it.

THE BEAR

“Momma was right. I knew I should have stopped drinking.” Tyrell whispered as he stared through a small opening in the ceiling of the small stuffy room he was chained inside of.

His Mom always told him, “Boy, you keep on, and you will meet your bear one day?”

According to is Mom, everyone met their bear. The BEAR was the one challenge that shut you up. You could be the biggest, baddest, meanest person alive, but you’d meet your nemesis. When you met them, they’d bring you down.

Tyrell always laughed off her warning. Now he wished that he’d listened for once.

It started out innocently enough. He went out to the club, wanted to pound some heads, get plastered, and decided to pick up a couple of girls. He had his boys Ray Ray and Lil’ Snake with him, so he had backup.

The three of them owned the night, and everybody knew it. When they walked into the White Castle, people parted like Moses parted the Red Sea and let them through. The three of them decided to shoot pool, but all of the tables were taken. No problem, they’d just take one. So goal number one, pound some heads, was met. He and his crew beat up two of the scrawniest men they’d ever seen.

Unbeknownst to him, she was watching. She had heard of this Tyrell and he piqued her curiosity. So tonight she decided to see if he’d make a nice snack. He and his two buffoon buddies disposed of her servants easily. But then, she didn’t choose any stronger ones, for she didn’t want the humans hurt.

Ellia sat in a darkened corner and watch as her hunger for the scrapping young man grew. Her green eyes twinkled with merriment. Her body was buzzing with excitement. You see she needed one more to sacrifice and then she’d finally be reborn, shedding her old skin emerging once again young and beautiful.

Tyrell, Ray Ray, and Lil’ Snake played pool until they became bored. Then they started drinking. Ray Ray and Lil’ Snake could drink with the best of them but both men knew Tyrell couldn’t hold his liquor.

“Hey! Ty man, let’s take it easy. I ain’t carrying yo’ drunk ass outta hear.” Ray Ray warned his friend.

Scoffing Tyrell replied, “Shut up, punk. I’ll kick yo’ ass. Yours too, Snake.” laughing off his friends warning. All three ordered and before long Jack Daniels and Crown Royal had taken control.

Ellia decided to make her move. Lil” Snake saw her first. His eye widened in surprise. His nickname was Lil’ Snake, but the woman approaching them was a female snake complete with scales and all. He tried to warn his friends, but was too drunk to be coherent. Ellia was prepared and dispatched a young lady to lure him away.

Ray Ray wasn’t a problem either. He was just as easily lured away as well. Leaving her prize, Tyrell, alone and overconfident.

“Hello, haven’t you had enough? She whispered in his ear as she came to stand beside him at the bar. Tyrell knew he was drunk. He loved being drunk. He looked at the woman beside him and all he saw was her piercing green eyes.

“Baby, I’m just getting started, Let me buy you a drink.” he suggested.

Ellia refused. “No, let me treat you.” She offered, her mouth salivating for a taste of him.

Tyrell remembered something vaguely about a bear, and his Mom warning him. This was a small woman, and when he finished with her, she’d know she’d met her bear. He thought as he continued to drink.

Ellia let him paw her, coerced him into thinking he was in control. He didn’t even find it strange that even though he was too drunk to walk, this woman practically carried him out.

“Baby” he mumbled, “you’ve met your bear tonight.” then he blacked out.

Ellia laughed, “Poor unsuspecting fool, I am the bear. I’m the bear your mother warned you of. I’m the bear you should have looked out for. I am your end.”

She then drove him to her home and had his securely placed in a small room in the attic. He was stripped naked and chained, because she wanted him alert when she fed.

The next morning Tyrell awoke, naked, shivering, and chained. He started to scream only to realize he couldn’t make a sound.

Then Ellia walked in, “Good morning Tyrell. Welcome home. I’ve watched you for years and now I’ve decided it’s time to serve your purpose.

Tyrell fought against his chains to no avail. He tried to scream at her. “Let me go you Bitch!’ but alas, no voice.

“Ellia laughed, he indignation amused her.

“Don’t be afraid Tyrell. You knew I was coming. Your mother warned you about me. She warned you even before you went out last night, but you didn’t listen.” As she stood, she shed her glimmer of a human form, her green eyes quickly, and took her true shape. “Tyrell” she whispered, “I’m your BEAR. You’ll never leave this place. Because you belong to me now.” Then she covered his body and fed, as Tyrell screamed a silent scream of despair. He grew weaker and could no longer fight. Lost, he looked out of the small windowed ceiling in the tiny room thinking, “I wished I’d listened to Momma. I knew I should have stopped drinking.”

Reply

Nulli Para Ora February 2, 2013 at 11:39 am

Ah, so his BEAR is actually a snake. Hehehe, very interesting. :)

Reply

Misty February 2, 2013 at 7:06 pm

This is definitely non-human. And I want to know more about the Bear/snake. What is her background? How many souls did she consume before Tyrell. How long will she stay the young human before she becomes a snake again? I see a much longer story here. Maybe something for Lit?

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 2, 2013 at 11:22 pm

I do like that a lot!!

Reply

Iread/Flora February 2, 2013 at 10:05 am

OMG, is this nonhuman. I’m thinking it could classify as nonhuman. If it does, I’ve accomplished another goal. Yay, me!

Reply

Don Livingston February 2, 2013 at 1:04 pm

Okay Nulli, since I made everyone cry on the last picture, I decided on a different approach. The seriousness and depth of the posts have me wondering. Shouldn’t a writer enjoy what he or she puts to paper? I’ve wrote my Halloween contest story because I wanted to have fun for a change, I think I’ll have a bit of fun with this one if you don’t mind. As Misty, Jaz, and Tanja know, when I have fun it usually involves the people I have come to call my friends. Besides I’m getting tired of my daughter out doing me here. LOL

The museum was crowded with countless elite critics of the art world. They seemed to feed off one another’s accomplishments in the reviews of artists labored works. Adoring the power they held as harsh reviews would cripple men and women alike with just a few well-placed words of discontentment.
Two of the harshest critics in the city, strolled idly around the vast paintings inside the brightly lit wing. Miss Para Ora, better known as the ‘Black Widow’ of the art world, sipped her chilled Moet & Chandon champagne as she gazed upon the rare Monet safely secured behind the thick glass.
“I still don’t know why they continue to treat his work as something to treasure. I for one would never allow his ghastly work to adorn even my lavatory.” Miss Para Ora spoke loud enough for the other critics to hear her opinion on the famous artist.
“Oh Nulli, your taste is impeccable as always. If someone brought one into my home, I would have the servants light my evening fire with it,” Elaina Roberts said as she tossed her shimmering black hair around her ivory white shoulders.
Nulli, chuckled at the thought of something that hideous smoking as the hot flames licked at the edges of the canvas. “My dear Elaina, would that be before or after they run you your bath?”
The two women laughed and moved further down to the cross section of the museum. Elaina smiled brightly at the others in the area. She knew they were envious of the attention the famous critic showed towards her. Suddenly, the sound of fine silver tapping on crystal echoed out into the early evening air.
“Welcome everyone. I pray you all are enjoying the exhibit. I must say this is a very good showing of support for the opening of our Renaissance wing.” The curator of the museum, Misty Turner, wore a long flowing black gown. Her Auburn hair draped loosely to one side of the strapless evening dress.
“Before we retire to the new wing, I welcome all of you to browse through our new artist area. I have been told that some of them are here, and I am sure they would love to receive any feedback or suggestion you might have for them. Thank you everyone, and enjoy your evening.”
The two women moved through the crowd effortlessly. To the other women they moved customarily, but to the men around them it seemed they glided on air. Nulli and Elaina approached a lone male dressed in the expected black tuxedo. The wavy brown haired person held the full glass of champagne as he stared at a painting on the wall. His square jaw and impressive muscles presented an alluring sight to the Black Widow.
“What seems to have captured such rapt attention from someone such as yourself?” Nulli’s tone left little to the imagination on what she was really thinking.
“Good evening ladies. I was just thinking about an idea for another painting. I’m not quite sure I got this one correct.” The artist’s deep blue eyes sparkled in the well-placed spots incased in the ceiling.
“Hmmmm. Your accent is devilishly intriguing. It seems to flow like fine wine,” Nulli purred.
“I hate to say this, but most men from Scotland talk like this. I’m George, George Cullen.”
Elaina reached out and ran her delicate fingers along the encased muscular arm of the Scotsmen. “Seems like such a subdued name for someone with such – unique – qualities.”
“So this is your attempt at art over here?” Nulli asked.
“Yes, I was trying to capture not only the outer beauty but a hint to her unseen qualities.”
Nulli Para Ora and Elaina Roberts studied the painting with a small amount of distain. A seemingly lovely woman with flowing reddish brown hair graced the rocky cliffs as she faced the darkening ocean. She wore a deep purple dress that drifted lazily behind her in the light wind of the highland cliffs. The tightness of the upper half clung to her ample breasts like a second skin.
The unknown woman’s face was turned towards them and Nulli’s breath caught in her own sculpted chest. Her piercing green eyes glowed brilliantly in the fading light of the painting. At first, Miss Para Ora thought they displayed sadness. As she moved slightly, they exhibited a deep love for some unseen figure. Nulli moved closer to Mr. Cullen as she kept her dark brown eyes connected to the emerald gems of the lifeless woman. The motionless eyes shot daggers at her, as she seemed to watch her every movement.
“I, I don’t know what to say Mr. Cullen. The painting is amateurish at best, but those eyes. I’ve never seen anything like them.” The woman’s demeanor took on an expression of contempt as she analyzed George’s work.
“I’m not sure whether to say thank you, or I’m sorry. It is strange however; Miss Turner said the same thing about her eyes. As if, they were speaking to you subconsciously.”
Elaina didn’t understand what her friend was talking about. Those blazing green eyes were staring at her the whole time the two studied the painting. “It’s like she’s looking straight into my soul.”
“My I ask Mr. Cullen, who was the woman that posed for this particular piece?” Nulli asked.
“Sadly, not a living soul. I guess you could say this is my rendition of my soul mate. I wanted her to be real and the brush took on a life of its own.” He moved closer to his work of love, and then placed his fingertips upon his imaginary lover’s tender face.
“Oh how I wish you were real.”
A soft female hand touched Nulli’s arm and she jumped in shock. With startled eyes she looked at Misty Turner with a hint of fear. “I’m sorry to Nulli; I didn’t mean to alarm you. The other exhibit is open now. Would you all follow me please?”
The small group walked away and Elaina felt a strange presence. She looked over her shoulder and realized the strange painting watched them walk away. “My God, stop looking at me.”
Misty stopped and showed her guests into another room. “I’m sorry Elaina, did you say something dear?” Miss Roberts shook her head and quickly followed the others in.
The now deserted corridor lay quiet as the gathering of people chatted aimlessly about the other paintings in the museum. If any of the critics would have returned they would have witnessed the birth of love. A deep love that began so many years before, that now turned to small chips of paint falling onto the lush carpet below the lonely woman atop the Scottish cliffs.
It took mere moments for her to emerge into the world around her. The magic that bound her to the canvas, also released her when her lover asked for her release. Brushing away the last few remaining chips from her slender neck, she slowly moved forward.
George set his champagne flute down and turned away from the high-powered critics of the world he wanted to be a part of. He painted from the heart, from the soul. Like any good author, he wanted to tell a story in which the reader falls into another world, but his passion was with the brush. A brush that brought his true love to within touching distance.
He moved slowly towards the entrance, as he thought to check on his love one final time before making an early departure. As he entered the silent hall, time stood still and voices drifted off into the distance. George blinked at the vision before him. He knew he must have been dreaming, it wasn’t possible for her to be here just a few feet away.
He quickly looked at his painting and saw the white canvas now took the place of the woman he loved. George Cullen reached up with a trembling hand. As he lightly touched her delicate skin, a look of astonishment engulfed his handsomely rugged face.
“It’s not – I must be – how…”
“Oh George, you don’t realize how long I’ve waited for you to touch me.”
“It’s not possible. You’re a painting, a painting of someone I dreamed about.”
“Yes it is Darling. You wished for me, and that’s all the magic love needs to find a way.”
“I don’t…”
The woman grabbed his arm and led him down the hall towards the exit. She knew others that viewed the painting might be just as shocked and she needed to explain to her love how she came to be. George stared at the vision of beauty as they walked arm in arm. When she turned to look at him, her bright green eyes sparkled with each effortless step.
“I do have a few questions of my own George. You created me, but you never gave me a name. Your true love should have a name or are you going to call me girl from now on?”
“What name would you like?”
“You’re the artist, you get to decide.”
“How about Jaz?”
“Hmmmm. Jaz Cullen, yes I like the sound of that. I also like the sound of some Italian food. I just got here and I’m starving.”
The two left the museum and walked slowly down the stone steps as Jaz’s flowing purple gown followed her down.

Now that was the most fun I’ve had in weeks! Hope you liked it.

Reply

Nulli Para Ora February 2, 2013 at 2:20 pm

That was a lot of fun to read, Don. Thanks for including me! *hugs*

Reply

Tanja/Mokkelke February 2, 2013 at 2:48 pm

this was fun to read! nice work don!!

Reply

Misty February 2, 2013 at 7:50 pm

Don that was a blast to read. And what a clever story because painters do try to tell a story w/their work. That you again included me, well thank you. How in the hell did you know that as a museum curator I would of course have my favorite painter Claude Monet hanging in my gallery? You are starting to make me very nervous, do you keep notes on thing we talk about because I know I mentioned Monet before but it was months ago. Anyway the story was really enjoyable to read. Another story well told…….

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 2, 2013 at 11:21 pm

Very cool!

Reply

Elaina/Mazuri February 3, 2013 at 11:09 am

Indeed, it was a fun read! lol Now, I’m off to light my fireplace with a priceless work of art before my bath. Toodles!

Reply

Don Livingston February 3, 2013 at 12:41 pm

Oh come on Elaina, have the servants do it after they bring you some cold Moet and strawberries. LOL

Reply

kate February 6, 2013 at 8:29 pm

awesome and fun and magical

Reply

Tonya February 6, 2013 at 9:27 pm

Don, I only have one complaint… How dare you pick on Monet!!!
Blasphemer!!

Reply

Iread February 2, 2013 at 4:32 pm

Nice and refreshing. it’s good to be reminded of how much fun creativity can be. Two thumbs up.

Reply

Robin February 2, 2013 at 5:42 pm

Fantastic, Rosanna! All I kept thinking was “Chick needs some Visine stat!”

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 2, 2013 at 11:20 pm

LOL- thanks Robin!! Indeed!

Reply

Eva Lefoy February 2, 2013 at 7:21 pm

I like it Roseanna. That’s a great start to a promising story. Some day…. just add it to your plot bunneh files.

Reply

Rosanna Leo February 2, 2013 at 11:21 pm

Thank you Eva! Ah, the plot bunny files…how long they are!!

Reply

EvilSnoman February 5, 2013 at 1:29 am

Unseeing eyes stare on while the hand of time strips away
Unforgiving words, muttered in haste, fall upon deaf ears
The untouchable feels what feeling is not

All must answer to the sight within
Lording over every thought, whim and antic
Its never blinking eye seeing all

Does it judge you worthy?
Does it see what you cannot or will not see?

Or is the eye a reflection?
Light scattered back from a silvered surface

Does it see you?
Or are you seeing it?

Only the all seeing eye knows the truth
It is up to us to judge and judge not
To see what can’t be seen.

Reply

Nulli Para Ora February 5, 2013 at 10:55 am

You know I have a weakness for your poetry. *swoons*

Reply

Misty February 6, 2013 at 2:03 pm

to say so much in so few words is truly a talent I tack. That you are able to do speaks volumes of your writing ability. I can’t wait to see what you write next.

Reply

Tonya February 6, 2013 at 9:37 pm

*sigh*

Reply

Misty February 6, 2013 at 4:12 pm

Disclaimer……writing dialog between adults is much more difficult than writing dialog between say a frog and fly that is written for children. I know that I used “he/she said way to may times. I tried to slip in “reply” a few times but I’m still not happy w/the outcome but have no idea how to correct this problem so any help/advice you can give me will be highly appreciated. Also this is my longest piece so far because the Muse pic was so far off from where I thought I was going. Hope it doesn’t make anyway cringe as the read it…..okay here goes.

Part 3

As I watch Sean approach I started to get up but saw him shake his head no. “Would you mind sharing your chair” he asked. I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out so I simply nodded yes and made room for him. As he smiled at me he asked if “I had enough room?” This time I was able to speak or rather whisper “yes”

As Sean set up the chess board with his every move I felt his thigh rub again mine. I wondered if he was aware of the contact in the same way I was. To me it electric and I started to scoot over in case he needed more room. “Are you okay with me sitting here” he asked. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t crowing you was my response to which he replied “you’re not”

With every chess move he made the electricity I felt sent my senses into overload. Noticing a small vase of tulips on the bookshelf next to me immediately brought back to mind the tulips from last night and I giggled. “What’s so funny?” he asked. I simply said “nothing really”. As the game continued I caught myself starting at Sean’s hand.It was so masculine. His fingers long and smooth. Smooth, wait a minute that wasn’t right. Sean was a contractor who’s hand where usually so calloused. i liked the smoothness and imagined him lightly brushing along my cheek.

A few more moves and Sean began tapping his fingers on his thigh almost as if he was nervous. “Are you sure I’m not crowding you?” Sean asked again. ” No I’m comfortable” I replied. On Sean’s next move his fingers lightly brushed my thigh and I felt a chill run through me. Sean turned and smiled at me. I realized he had felt me shiver. After his next move he started to lightly tap the side of my thigh. And although I couldn’t see his face because he was watching Dave make his move, I still saw enough to know he had a smile on his face.

During Dave’s next move Sean leaned back and ask me for my hand. I gave it to him and he placed it on my knee and put his hand on top of mine where occasionally he would brush his fingers across mine.

As the game came to an end with Sean winning, he told Dave the chess board was his. He turned and asked me if ” Can we please take a walk in the garden just you and me”? I told him ” I think I’d like that” And as we got up Sean took my hand in his. Both George and Chris saw Sean take my hand and made some rude remarks to which Sean told them” isn’t it about time the two of you started acting your age” and we started out towards the garden. I said to Sean ” that out of the 12 of us I wouldn’t have expected anything less from George and Chris than to be their smart-ass selves and what they said hadn’t bothered me in the least” Sean looked down and smiled. I couldn’t ever remember him smiling at me like that ever.

Once in the garden we found a small bench to sit on. Sean took my hand in his and leaned in to lightly brush his lips across mine. “Why now, I mean why tonight, what has changed? I asked.”It was the tulips”, “the tulips?” I asked. “I have always wanted you but knew you never felt the same about me, but after last night seeing you with that vase of tulips you never looked more beautiful”. I started to say something only to be kissed again. Sean said ” please let me get this out” there was almost a desperate need in the way he said it to me.

I have always thought of you as a princess out of my reach. So I put you in a castle turret where I knew you would be safe. “I’m not a princess by any means” was my first response. And again Sean kissed me and placed his fingers over my lips while at the same time telling me “Shhhh I’m not finished yet”

“So there you were a princess in a turret and me, I made myself a dragon” Another kiss. I flew around the turret to protect you. You have no idea how many guys I know who wanted to ask you out, but none where good enough so I kept them away”. “no wonder I haven’t had a date in so long, I don’t know if I should mad at you of grateful”. It must have been my tone of voice because Sean pulled back from me. I reached for his hand and thanked him for looking out for me. I think for the first time ever I saw him blush and it excited me.

“After seeing you last night with the tulips I had to see if I could be your prince rather than your dragon” I’m not sure where it came from but I said ” my boobs made you want to go from dragon to prince?”Sean laughed and said ” not exactly, although they where nice to look at.” I again felt the heat to start rise in my face when Sean told me “you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are as beautiful as the first time I saw you our freshman year in high school, what was that 10 years ago?” “So does that mean you have spent the last 10 years being my dragon?” “Yes” he said.

I leaned forward and this time I kissed Sean telling him “Shhh, my turn to talk”. “I can’t imagine a better man to be my dragon, or a more handsome one with your beautiful green eyes. And you have no idea how utterly happy I am that you now want to be my green eyed prince. I’ve been waiting 10 years for you to even notice me” “Really” he interrupted to ask. “Yes, yes on my princess crown I promise” and we both laughed. Sean took both my hands”I want to rush and make up for all the time we’ve lost but think we should take things slow because now that I have you I don’t want to loose you, ever”

As we stood up to go back inside we kissed deeply for the first time. i felt my knees get weak and thought I might fall. Instead Sean pulled away and grabbed both my hands saying “it’s time for the prince and princess to return to Lady Cassie’s Castle. I asked him if he thought anyone would notice the green eyed dragon was gone and in his place was my prince. He picked me up spinning me around saying “I’m going to tell everyone you’re mine before anyone has a chance to say anything”

For the first time in my life things felt right. Sean truly was my prince of that I was sure. I couldn’t wait to see where things would go from here and knew that I wouldn’t get a wink of sleep tonight because I was already making plans in my head for our first official date, tomorrow.

I warned you it was long. I tried to answer alot of questions that you guys had asked. ie how many people where at Cassie’s, how long had we know eachother, and alittle back ground. I know I didn’t answer everything but give a girl a break. And please be honest because I will never get better if you aren’t. Again this was extremely hard for me because of all the dialog so let me know how to make it better. And thank for thanking the time to read my Musing or maybe I should say My mess…

Reply

Nulli Para Ora February 6, 2013 at 4:39 pm

You know we’re not going to ever complain about something being long! hehehe Here’s a suggestion:

As I watch Sean approach I started to get up but saw him shake his head no. “Would you mind sharing your chair” he asked. I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out so I simply nodded yes and made room for him. As he smiled at me he asked if “I had enough room?” This time I was able to speak or rather whisper “yes”

As Sean set up the chess board with his every move I felt his thigh rub again mine. I wondered if he was aware of the contact in the same way I was. To me it electric and I started to scoot over in case he needed more room. “Are you okay with me sitting here” he asked. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t crowing you was my response to which he replied “you’re not”

Here’s how I’d edit this section:

When Sean approached, I started to get up from the (loveseat? sofa? futon? what type of chair were you thinking to seat two people at once?).

He shook his head. “Would you mind sharing your chair?” (I separated this dialogue and his action so the reader knows this is all Sean. In this instance, you don’t need to use “he asked” because the question goes with his dialog, indicating he is the one asking the question.)

I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out. I nodded instead, and moved over to make space for him.

He smiled and sat down. “Have enough room?”

This time, I was able to speak. “Yes.”

Sean set up the chess board. Every time he moved, I felt his thigh rub against mine. Is he noticing this too? (I put this in italics to make this an internal thought) His touch was electric. Even though I liked it, I started scooting over to give him more room.

“Are you okay with me sitting here?” He stopped what he was doing and looked right at me.

“I just wanted to make sure I’m not crowding you.”

“You’re not.” He smiled and turned back to the game.

Separating dialogue and the actions that go with the speaker helps to give a clearer picture of who’s talking and delineates who’s performing the action. When you separate things out in this way, you don’t need as many dialogue tags (i.e. he said, she said, he asked, etc.). I hope this helps. I don’t want it to get too confusing. *hugs*

Reply

Misty February 6, 2013 at 6:54 pm

Nulli that’s exactly the kind of help I need. It’s really hard reading someone else’s story because I only see the cleaned up version and not the rough draft where all the correction have been made. If there is anyway you could send me a copy of the 3 installments plus your rewrite that way I can tare it all apart and use it to work out a lot of the problems w/o having to try it on a whole new story. Thank you so much for your help and encouragement.

Reply

Amber Livingston February 6, 2013 at 7:57 pm

Hello, Miss Misty. My dad asked me to read your story and tell you what I think!
I believe it was a very good story, and it flowed nicely, you just had some issues with commas, and the nit-picky stuff, but I don’t think that people on this particular website really mind if you leave those things out ^_^
I also agree with Miss Nulli that you should separate your dialogue as separate paragraphs, in my mind it seems easier to follow
Other than those few things, I thought it was VERY good, especially for a children’s author! If you don’t mind me asking, how out of your element were you?

Reply

Don Livingston February 6, 2013 at 7:31 pm

Misty, I see that you went from 3rd person view to 1st person view at times. Don’t worry I did it when I started out. Try to remember not to jump and try to stay in one view. One other thing I noticed, it seemed you rushed the scene instead of allowing us to fall into the moment. I chose this one, because it’s when I first felt the ‘quickening’ as he touched her. Make your reader swoon with emotion, as they silently wish they were the one sitting at a chessboard. I took this one and gave you my take. Remember I am not as good as the others, but it’s what I thought. Nulli was on the mark about the dialog (Jaz slapped me around on that one too).

Yours:
As the game came to an end with Sean winning, he told Dave the chess board was his. He turned and asked me if ” Can we please take a walk in the garden just you and me”? I (she) told him ” I think I’d like that” And as we got up Sean took my hand in his. Both George and Chris saw Sean take my hand and made some rude remarks to which Sean told them” isn’t it about time the two of you started acting your age” and we started out towards the garden. I said to Sean ” that out of the 12 of us I wouldn’t have expected anything less from George and Chris than to be their smart-ass selves and what they said hadn’t bothered me in the least” Sean looked down and smiled. I couldn’t ever remember him smiling at me like that ever.

Mine:
With a nod to his opponent, Sean watched as the white king fell toward him on the board. The masculine male I’d grown to have feelings for won the game of strategy. He turned to look at me and my pulse quickened.

“Can we please take a walk in the garden, just you and I?” she said with a hint of hope.

“I think I’d like that.”

A warm glow engulfed her as the hands touched. Both George and Chris saw Sean take her hand and made some rude remarks to about ones longevity.

“Isn’t it about time the two of you started acting your age?” Sean replied as they started for the garden.

The couple walked slowly to the place of beauty, and she stole a glance towards him.

“You know out of the 12 of us, I wouldn’t have expected anything less from George and Chris. Leave it to them to be the smart-ass ones of the group, although what they said hadn’t bothered me in the least.”

Sean looked into her sparkling eyes and smiled. She couldn’t ever remember him smiling at her like that before.

Reply

Misty February 6, 2013 at 7:49 pm

Don that’s the last time I say anything nice about any of your stories. OK you had better know I’m only joking. Thank you I like the way you rewrote my not so great master piece. And by the way you are the one who got me into this before I was ready so the fact that I suck can be blamed partly on you…..hehehe

Reply

Michelle/Ndayeni June 10, 2013 at 6:19 pm

Loved this Rosanna! Sorry I missed it when first posted.

Reply

Leave a Comment

Previous post:

Next post: