Checking In

It’s been a busy day today. I’ll be sitting down to write and unwind in a bit.

I have a c-spine tomorrow, so my nerves are all over the place.

Starting tomorrow, I will have a new challenge for you all.

xoxo, E.M.

The Winter Walk – Aria and Cooper

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Aria had been walking forever it seemed, though it had only been minutes. The cold breeze in her face had turned her nose a bright pink, and her feet were freezing in her boots. The snow made her steps harder and heavier. Each step made the cabin feel farther away and made her legs feel like wet noodles from keeping her balance.

When she saw the cabin come into sight, her pace quickened as much as it could without tripping her in the snow. The light in the cabin was flickering, and she could see her father’s silhouette reflecting off of the window. She could smell the smoke from the fireplace hanging in the air. It smelled good. She was almost home. Thank goodness, Aria thought. It was too cold to speak the words aloud, and she wished she would have worn a warmer coat. She underestimated the snowfall while coming back from her aunt’s cabin up the road.

“Just a little bit further”, she said to herself.

The path had gotten a little icy from melting and re-freezing throughout the daylight into the night. She worked hard not to slip

Her father waved his hand happily with his face lingering in the window. When she reached the porch, she snuffed out the lantern and rested against the strong wooden porch to catch her breath. She heard something wrestling around in the trees behind her as she leaned against the rail.

“Is someone there?” She asked out into the cold darkness behind her. The moving stopped.

She was scared to move because she did not have any idea if it was an animal or a human moving around behind her. Cautiously, she looked behind her without moving too fast or too much. When she finally saw what was making the noise, she busted out in laughter.

“Cooper! You silly hound! You scared the wits out of me!”

Cooper wagged his tail, ran up for puppy kisses, and they both walked into the house where Aria’s father had dinner ready for the both of them.


This was written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.

© E.M. Kingston – All Rights Reserved.

Moving Mountains – #MLMM Photo Challenge

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He packed his bike on his back to go up

He would not look down, only forward

Pushing his limits for just one moment

Of pride…of bravery…of greatness…

The world looked so big up here

Atop the highest point of the mountain

Bigger than you or I or we or them

As the fog rolls in, it gets smaller

But you just know deep inside

In your gut

In your soul

To only breathe one deep breath

Without moving a muscle…

At that moment, he felt taller than the peak


This was written for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #392.

Family Makes the World Go Around – #WDYS 110

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The friendly cat meows in the breeze of a sunny day, and she rubs up against the basket filled with fruit, purring loudly and stretching her back against the weave.

The boy says, “Grandma, sit with me a moment! Let me show you what I’ve found!”

Grandma sat beside him and giggled at his amusement with his laptop, “Dear boy, what have you found?” she asks.

The boy says frankly, “Our family tree!”

The cat looks away as she hears a sound in the distance, and Grandma moves closer to see the screen of his laptop.

“Well, isn’t that something? The whole family is there…” She points her finger around at the various names that sat upon the digital tree.

“Grandma, where is my brother’s name…he’s not there?”

The little boy did not know the grown things of their family, like the fact that his brother was adopted into the family.

She spoke with compassion and said, “Remember this, my dear grandson…blood is not always the family you keep. There are those that embrace our lives with their goodness that have no blood in common. Be excited about them too. Family means everything!”

The boy smiled at his grandmother as she sat there fiddling with a piece of stick, and he knew exactly what she was saying. He added his own entry to the tree with his brother’s name. “Family makes the world go around, right Grandma!”

She patted him on the head and nodded in agreement. The kitty followed her as she walked inside.


This was written for Sadje’s WDYS #110 and Eugi’s Weekly Prompt about “compassion”.

Sebastian’s Story – Part 21 – The Necklace

Cole’s pocket was deep in his cargo pants, and Davina reached in and felt around. Her soul was starting to immolate as she demeaned herself by digging in this man’s pocket and doing as he told her to…like she was a child. He was her master, and this was not what she signed up for when she signed that marriage license. Still, she kept her hand in his pocket and dug for the supposed treasure awaiting her. At the very bottom of his front, she felt a chain and grabbed it with her fingers. She cupped it in her hand as she pulled it out. She didn’t want to open her hand. She felt like he was bribing her after treating her so badly, and she honestly did not want anything he had to offer her anymore…including his love.

“Open your hand and look…go ahead.” He was excited and joking around like a jester, and she wasn’t feeling this little game he was playing with her.

She was flippant in her actions towards him, and her face was so serious as she looked up to him and rolled her eyes. Davina opened her hand and saw a gold necklace, probably over 14 karats, with a charm on it. The charm was familiar to her, and she was sure she had seen it somewhere before. Her mind was racing trying to figure out who this beautiful necklace belonged to.

“What’s this for, Cole? I’ve seen this somewhere before.” Davina allowed her eyes to cast a glare in his direction, and she probed at him with her questions about the pocket trinket. She knew that him having this necklace in his pocket was not something that he did in his good graces. “Where did you get this?”

“Oh…you know? Flannery deals with some people for us, and he thought you would like it.” His sneer was eerie and made Davina sick to her stomach. “I just wanted you to have a reminder of what happens to people who do bad things to our family. You know…just in case you were thinking of calling someone.”

Davina remembered Flannery, and she always thought he was just a layabout since she had never seen him go to an actual job of any kind. He always had just hung around the Deville house waiting for Megan, Corbin, or Cole to beckon him somewhere. He made her skin crawl. He was the villain in her story of life, and that was a chapter in her book that she had a bad feeling about.

Davina was still searching deep inside her brain to remember where she had seen the necklace before, but his threat had sidetracked her. She did not even recognize her husband right now. He had never been violent with her before, and the guy she knew most of her teen years would have never hit her or threatened her like tonight.
“I’m not going to call anyone, Cole…I do need to get my eye checked out though. I have a terrible migraine, and I’m dizzy.” Davina held her hand to her eye to try to relieve some pressure. The room was spinning a bit. She thought to herself…concussion probably.

“Take an aspirin and go to bed…you are so overdramatic.” Cole threw his hand up in the air and made Davina flinch backward away from his hand. “Oh, gimme a break…now you are going to jump every single time I move? Grow up, Davina!” He grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniel’s Whiskey off the table.

“So, this is who we are now?” Davina questioned her husband. “This is who you are…hmm?” She showed him that his haughty ways did not scare her and kept talking back to him.

She had obviously not learned her lesson on talking at him a certain way and in a certain tone, but she was true to herself. She was never one to back down to mean girls or bad people. It drove Fiona absolutely insane when Davina was growing up. The calls from the principal were common, and the teachers had gotten used to breaking up fights between her and those that would try to pick on her for being small.

He got into her face with his, “Are you sure you want to talk to me like that? Don’t push me, Davina. You’ll start ending up like your friends.”

This time she backed down and backed up away from her bully, and she was terrified of him. He followed her with steps forward matching her steps back. His face was different. His eyes were darker. She did not know this man…this dangerous man. He looked down at the necklace in her hand and laughed. “Ask around…you’ll find out whose neck that came off of.”

He continued his evil laugh as he turned his back, grabbed a beer from the refrigerator,  and walked away from her into the garage. The door slammed behind him, and Davina jumped once more. Unfortunately, it would not be the last time.


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

The bolded and hyperlinked words in the story were using word challenges from the Daily Spur, Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day Challenge, My Vivid Blog, Your Daily Word Prompt, and Three Things Challenge. This story started from a flash fiction prompt from Fandango.

xoxo, E.M.

© E.M. Kingston – All Rights Reserved.

E.M.’s World – 11/29/2021

I always love Mondays because there are so many good prompts. Melanie’s Share Your World is one of those awesome prompts, and these are my answers to her questions.

If you had the power to strike one person in your life permanently speechless, who would it be? (Real names aren’t necessary, vague descriptions are fine… and yes, this is being asked in fun and not to be mean)

I’m going to have to go with Fandango and say Donald Trump. Ted Cruz is a close contender though. Can I have both?

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If you could relive your childhood over again, what’s one thing from this modern world today you’d want to take back with you?


The only thing I can think of, besides a cell phone or computer, would be a hoverboard. I hated walking to school, and while I loved riding my bicycle, I still think that I would have loved to cruise around on one of those when it was cold. I grew up in Illinois, so the temps got pretty low.

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Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple are the standard colors of the rainbow.
Name something you love (or greatly admire/appreciate) for all six major colors of the rainbow! (Sorry indigo, you’re just blue-purple.  Hot pink?  You’re too flashy!)


Red: Solo cups! I drink my coffee in them. I make really good iced coffee.

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Orange: Me and orange have a love/hate relationship. If I had to pick something though, orange juice…

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Yellow: The dashing yellow line down streets…it’s when I can pass people that drive too darn slow! I didn’t use to have road rage or pass people aggressively until I moved to California. My car, Delilah, added to the fury lol.

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Green: Green Bay Packers – they are my second team in the NFL

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Blue: Pepsi! The can is blue! It’s my other favorite drink besides coffee.

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Purple: Anything! It’s my favorite color, but nothing lavender makes me happy. I collect a many of things, but my Nightmare Before Christmas collection always has purple!

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If you were to open the world’s most accurate fortune cookie, what would your fortune inside it read?

This one seems appropriate lol…

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Santa’s tired of people leaving him out cookies and milk on Christmas Eve night!  If you really wanted to get on Santa’s good side, what would you leave out for him to eat/drink instead? (This question applies whether you celebrate Christmas or not.  It’s just for fun, so imagination?  Welcome!  )

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GRATITUDE SECTION (Still optional)

What plans do you have for the upcoming holiday/celebration/festival season?    

This Christmas is my first to spoil my grandbaby. She was just born 10 days before Christmas Eve last year, and she had a bit of time in NICU. So, this year, it’s going to be about her and my daughter. We will have some good food and Christmas music. Sister put the tree up, and the theme this year is the Grinch. I will have to upload a picture for you guys later.

E.M.’s Sunday Poser on Loneliness

This week’s Sunday Poser from Sadje addresses loneliness and how we handle it.

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The times I feel lonely are when I want to be around people, but the person I want to spend it with is not actively interacting with me. I have pretty much been single for two years this August, and I have never gotten over him. We still talk, and I think we are mending fences. I think he’s just the one person I am supposed to spend my life with…the problem is he doesn’t know that yet. If he does know it, he is too guarded with me to let himself feel it. He’s a great, complicated guy, and I am just getting to know myself again. I am lonely without him in my life though. I miss a human hugging me and kissing me. I miss having my best friend laying next to me. It sucks, but I think eventually we will fix things and be one again. Wishful thinking, but I think it’s realistic. He is going to come to see me tomorrow, so there’s hope.

I overcome it by putting myself into work and family relationships. I love spending time with my daughter and grandbaby, and I love writing on my blog and studying my paralegal course. The void is filled by them, but there is always that need to love and feel loved by someone who is not family. I kind of choose to be lonely. If I cannot be with him, I am fine with not being with anyone.

xoxo, E.M.

Sebastian’s Story – Part 20 – Lucas Adams

When Finn pulled into the parking lot on the backside alley of Boo’s Crossroad Café, he turned the engine off and took a deep sigh of relief. He looked back through the security glass slider to Fiona, and she was looking at Sebastian with the weight of the world resting in the lines of her face as they sat there in the dark alley. He hated to see her feeling so heavy, and she had been like a mom to him growing up. He adored her, and Sebastian was growing on him as well. Fiona noticed Finn feeling her pain, and she gave him a sad, hopeless fake smile. She hoped her sweet grandson would not remember this phase in his life, but she also knew that was wishful thinking as she looked at their situation and the loss of Davina. Sebastian had fallen asleep during the drive on the dark road that led into town in the seat of Finn’s black police cruiser with Fiona next to him.

“We should go inside and call Jenson. He can send a team out there, but I am sure Flannery is gone by now. Did he get the key?” Finn talked to Fiona through the barrier that separated the front from the back in the police car.

“Can you grab Sebastian and carry him in? I need to see if Sharon is inside. She’ll help us.” Fiona tried to pull on the door handle to open the back door. “Oh, you’ll have to let me out.”

Finn exited the front of the car and opened Fiona’s door, and Sebastian lifted his head up from the lap of his Gammy with tired eyes, “Gammy, don’t leave me.” He gripped on tight to her leg.

“We’re all going to go inside, okay? Let’s see if we can find Sharon and use the telephone.”

Sebastian scooted to Fiona’s side of the car and reached up for Finn to pick him up. He had become particularly fond of the cool detective that played games with him and spent time with them since his momma had passed away. It had been a short time, but Sebastian knew that Finn would not let anything bad happen to him or his Gammy. As Finn picked him up, they smiled at each other, and Sebastian laid his head upon the strong shoulder of his protector.

“Thank you, Finn. He has really taken a liking to you in this short time.” Fiona brushed Sebastian’s bangs out of his eyes and kissed him on the forehead before all three of them walked in the back door at Boo’s.

“He’s a great kid. Davina would be proud of him. He’s a strong little guy, and my new best friend.” Finn patted his back as he finished putting praise on his new friend.

Sebastian lifted his head to look at Finn and kissed him on the cheek, smiled, and he said, “Thank you, Mister Finn…besides Klaus, you are my favorite.”

As they came into the dining room of the café, Sharon was standing by one of the booths taking care of a customer. She noticed Fiona and Sebastian and tossed a greeting with a hand wave and a smile.

“I’ll be right with you three. Just sit wherever you want.” She finished writing the customer’s order, put her focus on the man she didn’t know with her favorite people, and walked the order up to the grill window to give it to the cook.

They looked around for where they wanted to sit, and Finn motioned to a booth in the back of the restaurant. They did not want to draw too much attention to themselves, especially with a guy like Flannery seeking them out. They also did not want to put anyone else in danger. Since Sharon had never seen Finn before, she was eyeballing him a little bit as she walked up to the booth where they all sat down after coming in from the back alley. She had not heard about Davina’s passing yet, and Fiona knew she was going to be devastated by the unwelcome news. This loss would break their friend’s heart, and she was dreading the task of telling her. Finn figured they were safe sitting there at the café…that was his hope anyway. There was the possibility that the hitman knew of all the places they could or would go to in times of trouble, but he wasn’t sure if he knew of this spot. His mind was naturally drawn to dwell in the negative aspects of life and living, and those terrible things in the back of his mind were lingering as Sharon approached the table with glasses of ice water for the grownups and ice cream for Sebastian. It was vanilla with sprinkles, and he was ecstatic.

“Thank you, Sharon. Can I play with Jenna?” He shoved a big bite of the sweetness into his mouth and smiled big at the server that he loved so much.

“If it’s okay with momma and Miss Fiona, I am all for it!” Sharon said in the same happiness that Sebastian had about his ice cream. “Where is she anyway? Your mommy?”

Sebastian put down his spoon and pouted, and Finn and Fiona just looked at each other with pure dismay because they were going to have to break her heart with their news. She was not going to take it well, and the look on her face had already gone from a smile to a frown.

“Oh no…what’s wrong, Miss Fiona? Where’s Davina?” Tears welled up into her eyes as she saw Sebastian lose all interest in his vanilla ice cream.

“Mommy is in heaven with Auntie Brooke…she’s never coming home.” Sebastian blurted out to Sharon.

She looked at Fiona for confirmation that Davina was dead, and Fiona could only nod to her in affirmation. Even though she had never met Finn, she looked to him for an answer as well.

“I’m afraid so…” he said as he exited the booth seat so Sharon could sit for a minute. She looked as if she would collapse.

Sharon navigated her weak legs to sit down next to Fiona. She was shaking. Sebastian could not look up at her because he knew she was sad and upset from the words he spoke. He felt bad for making her upset.

“Was it the guy? The one who had been coming in here on her shifts?” Sharon questioned. She then looked at Finn, who was standing in front of the booth now, and asked, “Who are you anyway? I have never seen you with them before.”

“I’m sorry…I am Finn Marlow. I am the detective that had been helping them get away from Davina’s ex-husband and his family.” He sat down next to Sebastian on the bench across from Sharon. “What guy are we talking about though? Can you give a description of him?”

She heard a ding at the window where the cook placed an order that was ready for the customer that Sharon was servicing when they all barreled in the back door. She rushed over and grabbed it from the heated window, delivered it to the table with a bottle of ketchup and hot sauce, and went back to her seat with the family. Sharon began explaining what the man looked like and how often he frequented the café to see Davina. She described the man as tall with blonde hair. She said he dressed like he was “made of money,” and sometimes Davina would be happy to see him. Fiona and Finn both had no idea who she would have been describing. Cole had red hair like his mother, and Flannery had a darker color of brown on his head.

“Most of the time, she seemed as if she was happy to see him. He was someone from her past,” Sharon remembered, “but she never told me much about him…not even his name. She only said he was from the older days of her life.”

Fiona looked at Finn, and they were both perplexed trying to figure out who this mystery man could be. Finn probed for more answers.

“Have you seen him in here lately, like within the past 24-48 hours, when Davina was not here?”

Sharon shook her head from side-to-side to indicate that she had not seen him since Davina’s last shift. “I’m afraid not…I’m sorry. If I do, I will give him Miss Fiona’s number at the house.”

Fiona responded, “We won’t be at the house…we actually need to use the landline here for a moment if that’s okay?”

“Of course! Anything for you and Sebastian, Miss Fiona. It’s right over here.” Finn followed Sharon to the back where the back office was located. She shut the door behind herself as she walked out. Finn locked the door behind her.

As Sharon arrived back at the booth in the back corner of the restaurant, Fiona noticed she had grabbed a piece of the chocolate pie – her favorite – on a small saucer and placed it in front of Fiona. “Here ya go…it’s on the house. Chocolate pie makes everything better, or so I hope it could. How are you doing with all of this?” She looked into Fiona’s tired and worried eyes. “Would it help if I watched Sebastian for a few days?”

Sebastian popped his head up from the table where he had been laying it since he was still tired. It was late, and he was sleepy still. “Can I Gammy?”

Fiona bit her lip in hesitation, “Let’s see what Mr. Finn says when he comes back to the table, and then we can decide. Okay baby?” Sebastian nodded back to her in agreement.

“He’s always welcome. I am here for you all. You know that right?” Sharon tapped on the table with her order book. “You want some breakfast? It’s nearly morning now. I am off in an hour.”

“Sure, Sharon. We could all use some food energy…I am exhausted. Sebastian can have his little pancakes he loves with some scrambled eggs, and I will have the 2x2x2 over-medium with sourdough toast. Give Finn the same with wheat toast and sunny side up eggs.”

Sharon writes everything down, and says, “You got it! It’ll be right up!” She rushes away from the table and hangs up her order slip for the cook again.

As she is preparing the condiments and silverware for the table, the front doorbell jingles. Sharon looked over to welcome the new guest, and it was him. The blonde guy. The one that Sharon was just speaking about. He was there. Sharon motioned with her neck, pointing her head towards him, and she flashed big eyes that this was the man Davina had been meeting with to Fiona.

Fiona looked at him curiously and watched him sit down in the front of the restaurant by the window. He unbuckled his fancy coat, took it off, and laid it across the bench of the adjacent table. He noticed Fiona staring at him, and he looked back at her, noticing Sebastian with his head lying on the table. Fiona thought that the man recognized Sebastian. She was right because he walked towards her and introduced himself, “Hello, I am Lucas Adams. You must be Fiona, Davina’s mother.” He outstretched his hand to shake Fiona’s shaking hand. She hesitated to put her hand out to him, but she finally did to be polite.

Sebastian popped up his head when he heard the man’s voice, “Luke! I missed you!” He plowed out of the booth and grabbed Lucas’s leg, hugging it tightly. “Where have you been?” He was almost flying around the room from seeing Lucas. You would have thought the boy had grown wings.

“Hey buddy…I had to go back to Arkansas for a few days to do some paperwork. Is Mommy here too?”

Sebastian got sad again. “You better sit down, Lucas…” Fiona sympathized with the expression that Luke developed on his face.

“Oh no…he found her, didn’t he?” Lucas was showing signs of shock in his expression. He had a shudder in his body as he thought about what he knew about Cole and his family.

 Lucas acted like he knew the story, but Fiona did not want to give too much information. This was her first time knowing that a Lucas Adams existed, and she did not know who to trust anymore. She played dumb.

“Who? Who found her?” Fiona asked the mysterious man.

“Cole…the monster found her. I just know it. Is she okay?” Luke’s breathing was distressed, and he was in pain thinking about what could have happened to Davina. “Please…is she okay?”

“No…let’s talk about it over here, okay?” Fiona leads the man back over to his table across the room to tell him the horrific news of her daughter’s body being found in the Wabash River. He found it hard to keep his cool after finding out that the love of his life was dead.

He sat silent, and he tried to figure out why they would have her killed in such a brutal manner. His heart was broken along with Sharon who stood over the table shedding her own tears. Fiona was too split on the situation to feel empathy for Lucas.

“Now that you know that, can you tell me how you know my daughter? And, how do you know my grandson?” She was abrupt with him, but he was a mere stranger to her. Davina had never mentioned any Lucas or anyone else, and Sebastian had kept him a secret also.

“I’m…her boyfriend. Dead? Davina’s dead?” He falls back like he had been defeated in a boxing match in the booth that housed his ornate coat with the shiny buttons. “We were so close to being free of that asshole. I was working with the Marshalls in both states to get her divorce papers taken care of and get new identities for all of you. The truth is that she was the love of my life, Ms. Ridings.”

With the illegal doings of the Deville family, Davina and Fiona were both witnesses against them. The relocation to Indiana was supposed to keep them safe, but they never got their new identities. They strived to coast under the radar…or so Fiona thought. It seemed as if Davina had been doing a lot behind her back, and it made her furious. Fiona was in as much shock as he was. How did Davina hide this from her, especially with everything she had given up her life’s work to finally relocate and get far away from the Deville family? The thought of Lucas Adams and Davina sneaking around behind her back annoyed Fiona to the highest degree. Whatever they had been doing and hiding had a price, and that was the life of her daughter. Fiona felt like he was the reason for Davina’s body being a floater in the Wabash. Her face was flushed red with anger, and Finn noticed her just as soon as he came out of the office from contacting the police about Flannery’s invasion out at the farm. He rushed over, and he got between Fiona and the man that he had only seen a few times throughout the years. He figured he would partake in giving Lucas more information with Fiona, but he was a bit of a mess after hearing the news. Fiona was too mad to notice.

“Lucas, what are you doing here?” Finn looked puzzled seeing this blast from the past. “Is this because of you? What did you do?”

Fiona walked away, glaring back at the sharp-dressed man that was one of the biggest secrets that her daughter ever had. Oh, Davina…what did you do?

Fiona sat across from Sebastian as Sharon brought the food to the table, still angry and confused, and she looked into his eyes and felt better. “I love you, Sebastian…Gammy loves you so much. Eat up, and then you can go with Sharon back to her house. My decision is made.”

Sebastian smiled at Fiona with all the love possible in the world and started eating his breakfast. The morning came, and the night was gone. None of them were free from the constraints of the Deville’s wickedness.


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

The bolded and hyperlinked words in the story were using word challenges from the Daily Spur, Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day Challenge, My Vivid Blog, Your Daily Word Prompt, Sunday Whirl Wordle, and Three Things Challenge. This story started from a flash fiction prompt from Fandango.

xoxo, E.M.

© E.M. Kingston – All Rights Reserved.

E.M.’s Song Lyric Sunday – School ***PG-17*** Trigger Warning!!!

Newepicauthor has a prompt that’s really fun for me because I love music. It’s called Song Lyric Sunday, and this week’s theme is School, College, Class, Degree. The first song that came to mind was Smokin’ in the Boys Room by Motley Crew, and the second one that came to mind was Hot 4 Teacher by Van Halen. However, the one I want to highlight the most is Jeremy by Pearl Jam.

This song called Jeremy is pretty sad, and it was the first song that addressed a bullied boy that comes to school with a gun that I can remember. Back when this song came out, we didn’t really talk about bullying the way we do now. So this song is more than an honorable mention. It is something that every kid and parent should hear to stop the stigma of school shootings. After the song, I included a piece about the boy that inspired the song.

Here are the lyrics to Jeremy by Pearl Jam:

https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/pearljam/jeremy.html

At home drawing pictures of mountain tops
With him on top, lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a “V”
And the dead lay in pools of maroon below

Daddy didn’t give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn’t care
King Jeremy the wicked
Oh, ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today

Clearly, I remember picking on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
Ooh, but we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth and bit the recess lady’s breast
How could I forget? And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurting, ooh, dropped wide open
Just like the day, oh, like the day I heard

Daddy didn’t give affection, no
And the boy was something that mommy wouldn’t wear
King Jeremy the wicked
Oh, ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today

Try to forget this (Try to forget this)
Try to erase this (Try to erase this)
From the blackboard

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in class today

(Spoke in, spoke in)
(Spoke in, spoke in, spoke in, spoke in…)
(Spoke in, spoke in)
Ooh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Ooh oh, oh (Spoke in…)


Be kind as much as possible because meanness can change someone’s life in the worst way.

xoxo, E.M.

Happy Sunday 😁

I was so happy when I woke up this morning to my fellow bloggers participating in my first Sunday Ramble prompt. It was an honor to see some of my favorite bloggers rambling with me.

I had some chicken and waffles for breakfast 😋,and I will have Thanksgiving leftovers for dinner.

Now, I am watching my games for NFL Sunday. My boys don’t play today since they played for Thursday Night Football and got their bums kicked inside out.

I will be doing my challenges and prompt after the Ravens and Browns play on Sunday Night Football 🏈

See y’all soon! 🤗

xoxo, E.M.