"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Silent Halls: Short Bit of Prose.

The hallway was silent. He was standing at the foot of the stairs, teddy (rightfully named cinnamon, for his color) in hand, standing in the dark. He could see his bedroom light far at the other end; he knew it would only take him a few seconds to get there. But the dark from where he was to where he wanted to be was really quite suffocating.

He was too frightened to dash back to his bedroom, where he should be at this very moment, but too terrified to try and wander back down the stairs, in search of a place of solace from the madness of the evening’s events. He just wanted somewhere to hide.

Just an hour ago, there was nothing but noise, escalating from all sides, rising and falling with his mother’s screams, his father’s drunken grumbles, the sounds of broken glass. Everyone had forgotten about him, but it happened so often that he thought little of it anymore.

He’d crossed the hallway to his bedroom many times before. He’d walked, from the base of the top stair straight to the comforts of his proverbial palace. It was very different this time, surreal almost.

His mother had, he supposed, fallen asleep on the floor of the kitchen, in a big pool of strawberry juice. Father had stumbled his way up the stairs, threw up in the bathroom, and fallen into the soft memory ridden sheets of the parent’s bedroom.

The boy had hidden downstairs, waited until silence fell. Waited until the lights went off, and climbed the stairs. The door to Mother and Father’s room was astray, left wide open for all to see the man that had only managed to half crawl into bed before falling asleep. And now he was scared, far too scared to dash past the bedroom door (which lay between the top of the stairs and his own room).

His father was a dark figurehead in his life. A gruesome man that drifted in and out of the boy’s life, in segments of a few days, or sometimes weeks. He was grumpy, and mean, and he hit hard. When he was gone, the boy was never scared. Everybody smiled when Father was gone. Even Mother, who was always so, so distracted.

He took a tiny, creaking step. Winced. His heart was thrumming violently in his chest, creating the bass beat to his orchestra of fear. The hallway was still silent. The kind of silence that is stuffy and makes you feel as though you’re drowning in it. The kind of silence that makes your ears ring and amplifies every single tiny noise.

He clutched Cinnamon the bear closed to his chest, the familiar, homey smell making him feel better.

A little more confidence now, he dashed as quickly as he could across the hallway, making a barrage of noise as he went. As he got to the entrance of his bedroom, his heart close to bursting with adrenaline, he smiled.

He’d done it. He turned to give the hallway one last, triumphant look, and realized that he’d dropped Cinnamon at the top of the stairs.

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Just a short little burst of inspiration that I had. With NaNoWriMo coming up in four days, some practise is better than no practise. Till later!

Monday, October 26, 2009

Parental Units: Obsolete After 16 Years?

GAH!! I hate them.

They're like vellum records. Oh no, wait, everybody loves vellum records, so parents cannot be like them. Hmm, parents are more like.... pants that go up past your chest, computers that take a half an hour to load a page, and vaccums that don't do what they're supposed to.

Yes, I understand that they're only trying to do what's best for me. They're trying to be the best they can for me. I understand that, and I love them for it. But GOD. Just back up and give me some space.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

National Novel Writing Month.

Hey all, some exciting news for all them wannabe writers (Not me, obviously.) out there! November is National Novel Writing Month! Yay!

I'm super excited for NaNoWriMo this year, because for the first time, I will actually be partaking in it. Even at the thought, all of these little feelings are meshing inside of my belly and making me queasy. I'm excited, nervous, curious, lost, hesitant, eager. All at the same time.

Ever since the first time I'd heard about NaMoWriMo (back in 2006), I've wanted to do it. I've always stopped myself, because I just thought I wouldn't be able to come up with an idea, or maybe I'd start and then give and feel guilty for the rest of the year. But, I dunno, I think I finally just said "Aww, screw it, I'm gonna do it for the sake of doing it."

And that's exactly what I'm going to do. Just gonna jump right in, take the plunge if you will, and POW! Maybe I'll get something out of it.

Okay, for all those interested in NaNoWriMo, here is the website: http://www.nanowrimo.org/.

Go check it out, and sign up if you're willing to plunge into sleepless nights, too much caffeine, and a quest for 50,000 words!

Friday, October 16, 2009

Stealing Street Lights is A Crime; Who Knew?

No kidding right? Yeah, that's what I said when the cops showed up at our house, ten to eight, asking for the person who last drove the white Neon parked in our drive way.

Hmm, well let me think about that. The last person to drive the vehicle was Mother-Figure. And what did Mother-Figure do that might get the authorities to come banging on our door? It's sort of a long story.

It's starts with myself, Gwyn (Younger sister), and Mother-Figure driving down town. The winding road is relatively packed down with traffic (Five in the afternoon, beginning of rush hour), the sky is a hazy grey. Monotone slush and polluted snow wash away the last remnants of summer. It's cold, damp, and depressing; we make the trip light hearted and full of jokery. I'm smiling, Gwyn is smiling, Mom's singing along to The Doors, even though it's an unhappy day. When it's just us girls, everything is fun.

Mom notices as we drive down St. Albert Trail, that a street light (green means go, read means stop!) has been bashed of the post. It's sitting there, in a pile of slush, on the corner of a sidewalk. Well being as high on life and hilarious as she normally is, Mom suggests we grab it on the way back. The following conversation ensues. I start.

"Um, can't you get fined for that?"

"I dunno! Think you can?"

"Well, isn't it technically property of The City of Edmonton?"

"Pff. Who's gonna catch us? Huh? You're only sixteen once!"

So we go about our merry way, each of us jokingly speculating on what we would do with the street light if we did take it, where we would display into the house, ect. ect. I had absolutely no idea that Mom was being serious.

On the way back, we all rigidly notice that the street light (this is only something like forty five minutes later) is still on the corner. Mother-Figure flashes me a devillish smile and pulls into the nearest parking lot. I was hesitant at first, knowing very well that we could get into some serious trouble, but as soon as I'm out of the car and running with her towards the stupid thing, I'm smiling like a half drunken idiot.

It wouldn't fit in the trunk, so we chucked the thing in the back seat with Gwyn (More like the other way around actually, the street light was as long as the car is wide.) and drove off, laughing at our cleverness.

We hit the mall. We get take out for dinner, buy a sexy new jacket for me, new shoes and shirt for Mom, sunglasses for Gwyn. I almost convince Mother-Figure to pay for a haircut for me. Everything is good.

We get home, start serving dinner, and there's a ring at the door. My mom jokingly screams, "AHH, IT'S THE POLICE!!" I run to open the door and, lo and behold, it's the police. The smile plastered across my face instantly disappears. The following conversation ensues:

"Good evening, darling." *british accent*


My mom comes to the door. I become very concientious of the large street light sitting in the middle of the living room.

Mom: "Oh."

"Who was the last person to drive the car in the front, ma'am?"

"Um, I was."

"And, did you take something that maybe you shouldn't have taken?"

Pause. "Maaaybe."

"Why did you take that?"

"Because it looked cool?"

"Cool enough for a criminal record, ma'am?"

"I didn't realize I was stealing it!"

The conversation continues in this fashion for some time. I listened as I cowered fearfully in the kitchen.

Luckily, no one was charged or arrested, but they did take the light away. Mother-Figure was very disappointed.

AND the moral of the story is: Stealing a Street Light is a Crime. No kidding. ;)

I wish I'd gotten pictures, but the police took it away before I could snap any.

Till next time!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Feeling Better.

The Tremors of the
Early Morning
still etched into
my mind.

Skin to Skin,
you Love Me,
as ugly as I am
Inside and Out.

Even though yesterday,
like a Razor's Edge,
still Sharp in
my mind.


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Well, well. This peice could mean any multitude of things, couldn't it? I will say that it does have quite a large sexual connotation, but then again, what dosen't these days?

Wow, I'm Really Bad At Ihis.

I'm really terrible at keeping a blog aren't I? Okay, since I promised this like almost two weeks ago, the next post will be a piece of poetry. Pinky swear!

Anyways, I'm currently grounded, and thus will be confined completely and utterly to the house. As such, I'll have no social life for the next two weeks, so this SHOULD get updated regularly. We shall see how much tenacity Deana Freitas really has.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Dusting Off The Internet.

Okay. For all those who want to kill me for not updating since I got back from NewFound Land (Kristen, I'm sorry! Don't hurt me! ;P), I am terribly sorry. When everyday is the same as the last, as if rewinding the tape and then pressing play, there's no point in writing. I guess after NewFound Land I just gave up on blogging.

BUT NOW I'M BACK!!! And you'll be quite pleased to know that I come with a plethora of new poetry and even the first two chapters of my next endeavor into the writing world. I know, I deserve a standing ovation, but I will just humbly bow my head. ;P

So, quick update on what's been happening in my life, in the form of a list:

1. Yay for being back in school! I'm feeling pretty good about the school year so far, and being a month or so in, I can honestly say that this year is by far the best. High School = WAY better than Junior High. Whoo, Grade Eleven!

2. Michael and I are *GASP* still together. I do really still love him, even though time for just us is sort of limited; Him playing football, working a job, and doing his KUNG FU thing, and Myself working a job, trying to maintain a social life and keeping up with with Math, European History, Science, and Japanese (Thinking of dropping Multi Media). Either way, once it settles down, it'll be all good.

3. Goddamn, I'm talented. If you've ever met me, then you should know that I play the guitar. If this is news to you, well, you just ripped a hole in my heart. Anyways, I've finally learned to sing AND play at the same time! Taaa daaaa! Yeah, it's still sort of a working process, and so far the only song I now (not even in its entirety) is 'All I Have To Do is Dream', by the Everly Brothers. Next one on my list is 'Michelle', by The Beatles.

4. Just recently got a job at Safeway. I'm working as a Courtesy Clerk, making 10.20 an hour. YOSH!

Yeah, that pretty much sums up the last three or so months of my life, in a very broad and general way (with absolutely no personal details).

Anyways, the next post will be later tonight. I'll be posting up some poetry, cause I haven't in a while.