Imagery

Showing your true colors is somthing that most people struggle with. Offten times all we can think about is the people around us and the image we have to maintain wether that be good or bad. We all have something that is a part of of our personality that would shock most people. Like the hyper kid having a shy side. Or the soft spoken boy in the corner revealing his true speaking abilities by giving a speech no one could top. Instead of focusing on the imagery in life why not focus on the things that would shock them. Although it takes courage the pay off is that of honesty and truth. Color is what the imagery contains, however the colors are complex and may be deceiving as they change shade and texture. I challenge you to strip it down to the bare primary colors and let your character be the one to outshine the imagery.

Listen to see

You never hear people criticize the stars, then why do some place boundaries, stereotypes, and bars on those who can shine just as bright.

You never hear people talk down to the moon, for changing shape and keeping away from high noon to give the sun a little space.

You never see someone argue with the planets about how they orbit, or the state of their atmosphere.

Then why do so many take I apron them selves to to bring down those around them? The truth of the matter is, the people being brought down are the brightest stars of all.

Break Away

When we  look at our own life we often times only see whats in front of us. Its almost as if we have blinders on our eyes that keep us from the scenery. Think about it this way, if you were going on a long road trip and all you could see was  the road straight in front of you, then why even go. You miss out on the flowers and the terrain of the different areas. So why not break away from the general population and take off your blinders. Opening your eyes to new possibilities you would have never even considered. You will be able to say that you have tried new things. Take life for all its worth and instead of always taking the straight freeway, take the curving dirt road. Be courageous and break away.

Thoughts

Thoughts come and go from our mind regularly. Some come randomly and others come biased on others. Did you ever wonder why that happens? Perhaps it's because we need to review that memory or remember to do something. Or maybe we just look at life and allow our thoughts to wander so we can think in depth about our past, present, and future.

Top Floor

Here's the forward and the first chapter to the fiction story I am writing called "Top Floor". Feedback welcome. Hope you enjoy!
                               
                                                            Top Floor

Forward

Through the gap in the drapes 16 year old jenny could see it all, plain and simple. They had lied. Every last one of them. Not only to her but among themselves they had lied. About that night in the theater and the moment that they had become friends. The lies poured through his little innocent grin, acting like nothing was going on, when obviously there was something and it wasn't little…. In fact it was quite the scandal. He told her that she would always come first. Little did she know at the time, that trusting him meant putting trust in alliances she never knew she had. She felt like a fool for believing him at this moment. Not knowing whether to burst through the doors and out in to the vulnerable open word to stop them, or to just sit tight with the photo evidence and go on acting like she had seen nothing, waiting for a more beneficial opportunity to arise to sabotage them. Jenny chose plan B.

                As she rushed back to the spiraling staircase located in the front hall, where she had been asked to wait for Carson, she stumbled and came face to face with her soon to be newest ally.  He was tall, with that kind of contagious yet genuine smile. His vibrant blue eyes met hers as he frantically asked if she was alright.

                “Oh I am so sorry! I tend to get in to a hurry and things always go downhill from there!”

                “It's quite alright; we all get ourselves in to these situations on occasion.” Jenny replied, relieved that something exciting had happened for once.

                “Well good night misses……..?”

                “Hodges... Jenny Hodges.”

                “Ahhh well goodnight Miss. Hodges.”

                “Farewell”          

                 At that moment Carson strolled up with a look of mischief in his eye.

                “Are you ready Jenifer?”

                “Yes of course dear. Though I wish you would call me jenny as everyone else does.”

                Carson was silent. Jenny knew not to push the matter and so she walked to the car in a forced silence.

                As they pulled up to door of Jenny’s apartment building and she started to get out, he grabbed he hand whispering he said “Your in this to deep to quit now. Stay away from him.”

Chapter 1                                                            1 Year Earlier

                Jenny Hodges had grown up knowing that you got nothing unless someone worked for it. Weather that someone was you or since pass relatives, someone had worked to support her expensive Manhattan lifestyle. Although this wasn't the brightest of days in jenny’s world she was certainly obliged to be headed to the reading of her uncle’s will. He was the only resemblance of a father that she had had. He had passed a month ago but the lawyers had to sift through the legal mess and obtain the proper paper work.

                As jenny reached the office building and entered, she was astonished by the cookie cutter shape everything had. This was supposed to be a Manhattan law firm not some uncultured and monotonous law firm from out on the west coast. All the same she reached the front desk and was directed to floor 33. She could smell the uptown hierarchy before the elevator doors even opened. She was greeted with a brief but again, monotone “hello” and whisked away to the conference room.

                “Now, shall we begin?”

                  She sat at the long, rounded table unsure of what was going to take place next. One of the lawyers slid the door shut and walked to the head of the room. Opening the blinds, and standing in awe of the view for a moment, he finally began.

                “Miss. Hodges, I am sorry for your loss however this matter must be attended to. You Uncle explained that everything be signed over to you under one condition…. “He paused unsure how to present the next piece. As if he was uncertain to how she would react. “You must get your father to sign off on it.”

                She sat shocked. Her father had abandoned her when she was still in diapers and now her uncle wanted him to sign the agreement. What kind of cruel punishment was this?

                Jenny gathered the papers and left the law office, still in shock. Her uncle had always despised her father for leaving her. Now he wanted him to sign the paper work. Jenny was sickened by the thought of trying to track down her father; in fact she felt her stomach flip the more she dwelled on the situation.

  She didn't even know if it was possible to find her father and whether she could ever get him to sign a paper for her. The truth of the matter was that she didn't even remember him. Making her wonder if he even remembered her. Either way this was going to be a bumpy ride.

Windows

The windows of the past bring memories, the strength required to pass by them with out opening them is courage in its self. Glancing at the window is hard enough and we sometimes still shed the tears. Open it in the wind and you might not get it shut again. You can get caught up in living in the past when the future God has for you is lying ahead. Keep you windows clean so you can see through them, but keep them latched or you might end up stuck in the past. Shedding tears over things that are long gone. Learn to let go and accept change. Eventually you will see the sun through the open door at the end of the corridor.