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.

E.M.’s Sunday Ramble Prompt #1

I decided to start my own weekly prompt for us to ramble about. The Sunday Ramble will be based upon a certain topic. I will ask five questions about that topic, and you can ramble on however you wish.

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This week’s topic is “would you rather...”

Here are the questions:

  1. Would you rather be alone or be in a large group of people?
  2. Would you rather live on the beach or live in the mountains?
  3. Would you rather tell people how you feel or keep your feelings to yourself?
  4. Would you rather be filthy rich or just live comfortably?
  5. Would you rather watch a new movie at home or at the theatre?

Once you have answered all of the questions, be sure to tag it with #EM-SRP and create a pingback to this post.

Please visit your fellow bloggers to see their rambles. It’s a nice way to get to know them *smiles*

Here are my answers:

  1. Would you rather be alone or be in a large group of people?

    Most times, I like spending time alone. Big groups of people make me anxious because of my social anxiety. There are times that I am an absolute hermit.
  2. Would you rather live on the beach or live in the mountains?

    Definitely the beach! I don’t like snow, and I love the ocean.
  3. Would you rather tell people how you feel or keep your feelings to yourself?

    I would rather tell people how I feel, but sometimes it’s easier to keep things to myself. Sometimes my feelings impede on the feelings of others, so I try to be respectful of that.
  4. Would you rather be filthy rich or just live comfortably?

    I would just like to live comfortably. I have been broke most of my life, so it would be nice to just be able to have my own things and get things I want without the poverty aspect.
  5. Would you rather watch a new movie at home or at the theatre?

    I love going to the theatre. It’s something about the smell of popcorn and the big screen that makes a movie much more fun when you first see it.

I look forward to seeing your responses!

xoxo, E.M.

Sebastian’s Story – Part 19 – The Lakeside

Trigger Warning for a bit of violence… 18+ post

Georgia gathered her purse from beneath her bedside table, grabbed her keys from the hook on the wall by the front door, and headed out to run errands. Finn had left for college, and she needed to grab a variety of things she needed to redecorate Finn’s room from Kmart. She was looking forward to turning Finn’s space into a decadent sewing room since she had been working out of her garage when doing her sewing projects for the kids. She was a fantastic tailor, and she got very busy after making the dresses for Davina and Brooke at the end of the year celebration…their prom.

When Davina, Cole, Finn, and Brooke graduated, she had the idea that she would start her own business instead of working at the local dry cleaner’s shop. Their dresses turned out beautiful, and she wanted to use her talent for the greater good rather than making someone else rich. Not that she would become a millionaire or anything, but there were more advantages for becoming self-employed for her. Her current job paid decent enough, but she wanted to do something that she loved. She loved making those dresses.

For Davina, she made a long, blue gown that had flower and lace decorations up the right shoulder, and it hugged tight up top and flared out elegantly without touching the floor at the bottom. Brooke wore a black and gold sequined-topped dress that was strapless, and it flowed low in the back and high in the front. Both dresses were divine, and the girls loved them.

She thought about how she felt seeing them in their gowns before heading to prom as she walked to her car. It brought a smile to her face as she sat down in the seat of her station wagon. She tossed her purse onto the passenger seat, turned the key to start the beast of a car, and backed out of the driveway to start her shopping adventure. The chorus of REO Speedwagon’s Keep on Loving You was blaring on the radio, and she was singing along as she drove down the country road. The mayhem of life and dealing with her neighbors was behind her when she had her music and a nice drive, and when she was doing those two things, she was happy. Nothing else mattered if she could ponder in that moment of solitude from her house into town.

She would think about her boys and how proud she was of them, and she would peruse on the life she had chosen to live as a single mother. She would ponder on how she hated tofurkey and how she loved pulling the cork out of a new bottle of her favorite wine. As she heard the keyboard in the song, she would wish that she would have taken up playing an instrument of some sort when she was younger. It was a thinking space. It was something she enjoyed. It never got old for Georgia, driving that road that is. She loved her errand days and driving into town while enjoying her music as she cruised by the ducks that would sometimes be alongside the road.

The road that they all lived on was a road that hugged the edge of the lake, and it was always scenic. Anybody who was close to her knew she would bring food for the ducks and geese that occupied the roadside by the lake. Today was one of those days where she would stop and feed them before she got into town.

With REO still blaring on her radio, she pulled over to the side of the road, gathered the food she collected to feed the wildlife, and exited her vehicle. She tossed her jacket over her shoulder and grabbed her cigarettes from the cupholder in the door before closing it. Finn didn’t know that she had taken up smoking, and she did not intend for him to find out. Her car was her hiding place for all things unknown to her son. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, she thought as she shrugged her shoulders and lit her Marlboro Menthol cigarette, and walked to the shore of the lake where the ducks were swimming.

“Alright duckies, who wants some food?” Georgia said as she tossed a bit of dog food out to the ducks just off the edge of the shore. It was a scrum of wildlife flocking to the grub she tossed out, and she loved watching them scramble to get it all.

A few ducks were up on the rocks beside the water that was moving back and forth against the sediment and boulders. She gave them some apples that she had cut up. One duck was especially hungry, and he kept edging closer and closer to Georgia. He gave a little nibble to her finger as she was feeding him.

“Well, hello there little guy…do you want some of these apples too?” She giggled at the greedy duck as she tossed him some more apples, and then all the ducks started becoming frightened.

They jumped into the water if they were not already in it and swam away from her as fast as they could. Georgia heard some of the brush behind her wrestle like someone was pushing their way through it. She was afraid to turn around and look. She just took a deeper drag from her cigarette and hoped the noise would disappear or whoever it was would turn and walk away. The disturbance got closer and heavier. Georgia thought so hard within herself about what to do and began to think about, Should I turn around? Or should I speak? She looked at the skyline with a prayer in her psyche. Georgia did not know what to do, and she was frightened to the point goosebumps had shown up on her skin. She was not cold. She was terrified, and that terror was making her skin crawl.

She took a horrified gulp of her throat and gasped out into the air without turning around to see who was there, “Hello…is someone there?”

Nobody answered. The feet stopped moving. She looked back and saw a towering, unkempt-looking male with a wan face glaring at her. His look was absolute terror. His eyes had a twitch, and they were as dark as the night’s sky without a moon. She knew him. He was there to hurt her.

“I know you. What do you want? Finn is not here.” She trembled in her vocal cords. “Please, I am just feeding the ducks. I don’t want any trouble.”

He edged closer to her, and she tossed her cigarette on the ground after taking the last big draw of smoke into her mouth. She stepped on it and looked at the ominous man. He was just waiting on her to move, like a tiger watching his prey. She had no idea what he wanted or why he was there…she only knew that she was not making it to town today. She would not collect her packages from the sewing shop today or any other day. She would never make that drive to town that she loved so much ever again, and she would not see her sons’ faces smiling back at her. She was going to be at the mercy of a man who looked as if he had more demons than a haunted house. She held onto any pride she had in her soul, and that was when she realized in her thoughts, I am going to die today…

“Jericho, right? Please…don’t do anything stupid! I have children. I’m all they have.” She was praying as she decided to try to avoid him. “I’m just going to go.”

She was unsuccessful. She tried to walk away, but she tripped. She took a fall over a boulder that was hidden in the grass, and he pursued her, enjoying the chase. When he got within reach of her, the assassin struck her in the back of the head with a baseball bat, knocking her unconscious while she was already down on the ground.

No one was around. No one saw Georgia go down. He threw her over his shoulder in his barbaric way, bound her hands and feet, loaded her into the station wagon, and drove away as fast as he could from the scene of the crime with Georgia’s body. His plan was to drive her over to the other side of the lake and away from her normal route, dump her body, and hide the vehicle. The problem was that his mind was sick, and he wasn’t done with her yet. He was a monster. A demon of the most awful kind…He got off on the pain of others, literally. He had been following her around for months and knew most of her habits, so when it came time to snatch her from her life, he would not fail. Georgia would have never seen him coming, but he wanted her to turn around and see his cold eyes staring back at her before he grabbed her from the shore. He got his morbid wish.

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

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

E.M.’s World – 11/22/2021

What are some red flags to watch out for in daily life?

Some red flags that I watch for in daily life are anything that affects my mood in a negative way. I am an empath, so I am like a human sponge for other people’s emotions and feelings. If anything feels off, I try to listen to my gut about them or the flag that is being thrown. Lies and sneaky stuff really trigger my red flags, and when someone is unduly angry, it makes my soul catch on fire. I hate confrontation, and I cannot stand to feel like I cannot exist in the same space with someone.

What obstacles would you include in the ‘world’s most amazing obstacle course”?

  • Frogger stances where you must jump like a frog to get from point A to point B
  • A twerking contest between a person and a goat…the best booty shaking goes forward.
  • Sing an 80’s hairband ballad while climbing a rope to get the key to the next obstacle
  • Crab crawl through shallow water
  • Tarzan vine to swing across a large body of water, but you have to miss the trees.

Who is the best movie or book villain in your opinion?  (‘book’ is included because some folks don’t watch movies)


What, in your opinion, is the most beautiful/handsome part of your face? (no dissing yourself please, we’re all beautiful/handsome!)

My eyes! I am the only one that got my grandpa’s blue eyes, and they are the key to seeing who I am and what I am about. I love my eyes.


Next week on Thursday, Americans celebrate Thanksgiving.   What are some foods you enjoy for your festive celebration dinners?  (Doesn’t have to be Thanksgiving, as I realize the whole world isn’t participating in ‘our’ holiday)

Every year for Thanksgiving, it’s my tradition to make homemade noodles. My mom and grandma started the tradition, so I carried it on. The other foods we have are turkey, ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes with homemade gravy, green beans, deviled eggs, cranberry sauce, and yeast rolls. Then the desserts this year are pumpkin pie, marbled cheesecake brownies, banana pudding, and Jell-O cake.

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Thankfulness: Sunday Poser #55

This is my first time participating in Sadje’s Sunday Poser, and I think I picked a good week to start. The prompt asks us (in this beautiful photo):

These bits of gratitude are in no particular order…just how they came into my mind as I write this. I am grateful to be alive and for my family who is being a great support system for me. Life had been pretty dark for a while, and things feel normal again. With all of the pain that I caused them with my illness, I am thankful that I was able to get help and make life easier for my loved ones and myself. I am thankful for having breath in my lungs, and I am so appreciative to have a roof over my head that is safe and secure. I am thankful for football, as silly as that sounds. Most of all, I am thankful for being a little girl’s Gigi that she can trust and love, and I am thankful to be a mother to my children. That was something that had been stolen from me for a very long time, and it’s really nice to have my children in my life. They have always been my priority and my heart, and I am so glad that life has brought them where they belong.

The Island Sunset

Image Credit:  Nathan Watson via Unsplash

The reflection of the setting sun and dawning moon bounced off the water, and the island hid in the fog of the cool night along with the quarter of the setting sun that brought the eclipse of that night.

It was eerie and beautiful, at the same time, and it was a view that lovers would talk about to their children and grandchildren.

They would tell them how the sun melding with the moon on their first date set their destinies in stone while looking out upon the ocean that night, and they would feel the energy from that night for the rest of their lives.

This was written for the Three Lines Tale 303 prompt.

Her Shining Star – Flashback Friday

Each week, Fandango hosts a prompt called Flashback Friday. He invites us to share an old post from the previous year or on the exact number date (19th) of any month if you do not have a post for the exact date. This is a post from my old blog, and it was a poem I had posted on March 19, 2016. It’s funny that I have been blogging since 2016, but I never post much in November.

Here is my Flashback:

The kindness in her eyes
Turned to awesome fear
She couldn’t look away
Her vision tuning in so clear

Tip tap, tip tap, tip-tap
The light footsteps sing
Getting closer and closer
Speeding up to a full-swing

A silhouette approaches
Tightly, she closes her eyes
Shivering inside herself
Nervously she then cries

Lightly peeking eyes open
It’s standing before her face
Her eyes shine out with brilliance
Her fear now become displaced

Before her was no stranger
Her hero was there to stay
As they stand there together
Now laughing, cries fade away

The silhouette became her husband
The fear and anguish dissipate
No shadows there to fear now
Her heart pit-pattering with his embrace

Hand in hand they sway as one
As they walk towards the door
Her fear now non-existent
Facing where the shadow was before

She grips his hand tightly
Allowing him to take the lead
A light emerges from the hall
There was nothing to fear indeed

There stood her friends and family
Smiles lit upon each and every face
Feeling so silly, now smiling back
Finally, feel safe in this space

Her hero is her only love
Protecting her near or far
Leading her away from any harm
He’s her bright and shining star

©E.M. Kingston 3/19/2016

My Body Art – FPQ #144

This week’s provocative question from Fandango is about tattoos.

Do you have any tattoos? What is the meaning or significance of them? If you do have tattoos, do you have any regrets about any of them?

My Answer is:

I have a little under two handfuls of tattoos on my body. I love body art, and all of my tattoos have happened for a reason chosen by me. Some of them cover up scars from being a cutter, and others have a more philosophical meaning along with covering my scars. There are a few that need a cover-up because they are not what I intended them to be, but all of them have a meaning that is special to me. They remind me of different periods in my life growing up and the maturity of finding more meaning as I got older.

I am one of those people that love getting the tattoo…sort of a masochist I suppose, so the act of getting a tattoo is just as therapeutic as choosing where to put it and what to wear for the rest of my life. No regrets ever…bad tattoos just give me a reason to get more to cover up the old ones lol.

xoxo, E.M.

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My shoulderblade tattoo I got in 2012. The text says “Isaiah 40:31”.
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This is my wrist tattoo. One bird for each of my children and a corresponding colored heart for each of their favorite colors.
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This is my little sassy fairy with stardust. She’s representative of me.
May be an image of one or more people and eyeglasses
There’s me with fairy dust lol.
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This is my most significant tattoo with the most meaning. The owl is my spirit animal who protects me. The purple ribbon is for being a survivor of domestic violence, and I have a rose for each child, one for myself, and one to show I am still growing.

E.M.’s Truth for Tuesday

Today’s Truthful Tuesday is about life and how it decided to treat us on this November 16th Tuesday. PCGuyIV asks us how life is treating us and to share a truth about today.

My Tuesday has been traumatic to my body.

My dogs are rebellious at times, and they pee on things when they are ticked off at me. It’s annoying because they know to go outside, but they still find it necessary to show me who the boss is by pissing on something. To attempt to “retrain” them, I put a baby gate in the hallway that leads into the living room, since my sister’s chair corner and the arm of the couch had been my oldest, senile dog’s favorite places to give me the “what-for”.

So today, I climbed over the gate as usual with my short legs (I am only 4’11”), and my right set of toes catch the top of the gate in the worst way possible. Down I went! My knee hit first, and then I caught the rest of my body with my bad shoulder, wrist, and then my bum took some of the damage as well. I am sorer than I could imagine, and I have a purple goose egg below my knee cap. My feet are swollen from my bum taking the shock of the fall, and I am annoyed that we have to put a gate up for two bad babies that cannot stop hiking their legs. My shoulder blade in the back is screaming at me, and my right leg is cramping…and mind you that I did not fall on that one.

I am about to take my nighttime meds and take my sore bum to bed lol. I don’t know if I will be able to move in the morning, but here’s to hoping that my body heals itself in my slumber.

xoxo, E.M.