At the Golf Course


Sydney always loved coming to the golf course early in the morning.  Everything was all fresh and new.  The sun hadn’t quite come up, yet and the dew on the ground and low hanging fog made the course look scary and serene at the same time. In the distance, Sydney could here the maintenance crew cutting the fairway and sprinklers where watering the green to add the finishing touches to make the course ready for competition.

At this time of the day, you never know what could happen at the golf course.

Sydney started setting up the tent for the days lessons.  Chair, table, flowers, books;  she repeated this set up 6 times. She took pride in creating a warm and calming atmosphere at the Academy for the executives.  Because once they stepped on the driving range, the frustrations and stress of trying to learn this game, set in.

The golf swing is such a beautiful motion, unfortunately, most of these guys look like pirates wielding  swords.  All tight and tension, no rhythm and flow.  Not like the professionals.

Sydney looked through a file on her computer and printed out the appointment sheet for the day.  His name caught her eye and she was smiling before she could stop herself.

2:00 – 2:30: John Osha.

She was really looking forward to seeing him.  Even though they only had one conversation yesterday and a series of flirty texts last night, Sydney couldn’t help but admit that she  really like him.  And, she hadn’t felt this way about someone in a long time.

She couldn’t quite figure out what it was about him, though.  He was a winner and people gravitated towards him.  That trait made him confident, but not  cocky.  The way he looked at her and asked the right questions made Sydney feel special.  She wanted to feel that again.  If even for a minute.

Sydney started to move tables and chairs around, again.  She was anxious. She felt like a mother bird tending to her nest.  She just couldn’t sit still.

To calm herself down, Sydney took a walk out of the tent on to the driving range.  The sun was fully up now and it was warm.  No one was on the main driving range so she could walk out as far as she wanted.  It was so peaceful out here.

She closed her eyes and just felt the warmth of the sun on her face.  She took a deep breath and calmed herself down.  She turned around and opened her eyes.

And, there he was, standing in the entrance of the tent smiling at her.

Early mornings at the golf course are just the best.  Everything is fresh and new and you never know what can happen at the golf course.

Thanks so much to Carrie for picking this picture.  It allowed me to particpate in Writer Wednesday Blog Hop even though I am neck deep in JuNoWriMo. I am currently working on my first novel and this is an excerpt from my novel where part of it actually does take place a at a golf club during a tournament.

In a Room


Sarah woke feeling disoriented and her body ached all over.  Where ever she was, it was hot and dry.  Like desert heat.  But, her clothes were wet and she smelled like she had been wearing them for several days.

“How long I have I been here?”  She thought to herself.

She couldn’t really move, either.  She tried to life her arms, but it felt like they were nailed down.

The last thing she remembered; the stairs and her boyfriend David.  He was dragging her up the stairs. And, she vaguely remember the pain and the computer.

Sarah also remember making a choice.  Obviously it was the wrong choice.

“I need to open my eyes.” But, still they wouldn’t budge. She tried to stretch out.  Both Sarah’s arms and legs hit the walls on each side of her.  The room was smaller then she expected.  And there was warmth coming from somewhere.

Feeling a bit stronger Sarah sat up, but a wave of nauseous over took her.  She had to lay back down.

“Where am I?  Why did I push #2?” These thoughts ran through her head.  What she didn’t think about was how was she going to get out of here?

Sarah tried to sit up again.  This time the nausea wasn’t as bad.    She rubbed her eyes and the light was starting to seep in.

Her eyes began to adjust to the light, but she was still seeing stars.  Sarah looked up to see a strange man staring at her through a window.

“I think she’s awake.” Sarah could hear his voice, but couldn’t see who he was talking to.  “She is moving and stuff.”

“Sh, I don’t want her to know I am here,” said another man’s voice.  Even though he was farther away, his voice sounded familiar to Sarah.

“Oh shoot, she can’t see us,” the strange man said.  It was his sunken eyes and stringy wet hair that really creeped Sarah out.  He looked like he had been standing out in the rain for awhile.

“Really, come look. I’m telling you, she is about to get up,” the strange man said.  “I think she is going to try and get out.”

“Shut up,” the man said, “Just watch her.  Let’s see if she will do it.”

What is this, some kind of joke? Sarah though to herself.  Sarah looked at the man in the window and yelled, “Get me out of here!”

He started laughing.  Sarah couldn’t believe it.  He just keep laughing.  She had heard that laugh before.

Sarah couldn’t take it anymore.  She was going mad.  She curled up in a ball and started crying.

“See, I knew she wouldn’t do anything.” Sarah looked up.  It took her a minute to register what she was seeing, but there was David, staring at her through the window.

The creepy man handed David an envelope.

“It is a pleasure doing business with you.”  And, with that, David turned and walked away.

My Weekly Update – Writing, Written & Writers


It is 5 days until the beginning of JuNoWriMo.  For those of you living under a rock, JuNoWriMo is a month long writing challenge.  I will be writing 50,000 words in 30 days.  That is about 1,667 word per day.

If you are interested in seeing how I progress through this month long madness, I will document my progress after completing the daily writing goals.  I foresee a lot of 11:55 pm updates in my near future.  Check it out under the Sydney Aaliyah Writes Page on my site.  My To Do List is up now.  I have a busy few days coming up.

I also plan to keep my blog up to date, but JuNoWriMo is my first priority this month.  Bear with me.


I wrote a short scary story for Writer Wednesday Blog Hop and received an  overwhelming amount of requests (6 people) for me to continue the story.  I am not one to disappoint my fans, so check in on Wednesday and see what happen when Sarah (I decided to give her a name) pushes #2.

I would like to thank the following for their comments:

“Wonderful imagery.”   – Cerece
“I want to know what happens next!”  – Selena
“Great story, your main character was really relatable.”  – Carrie Sorenson

You are all awesome.  Thanks so much for the feedback.

Writers who Support Writers (New Followers)

Thank you to my new followers.  I hope you are enjoying being inside my brain:

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This Weeks Schedule 

Monday – Wine Auction
Tuesday – Movie Quotes
Wednesday – Writer Wednesday Blog Hop
Friday – First day of JuNoWriMo
Sunday – My Weekly Update

At the Top of the Stairs


“Let’s go up there,” he said.

“Go where.”

“Up there.” He pointed to the stair well at the back of the room just past the kitchen. Looking at the stairs gave her a weird feeling.  From this vantage point she could see the first four steps. But, after that it was grey and dark.  Like the light wasn’t allowed to illuminate above the fourth step.

He took her hand and lead her towards the stairs.

“We shouldn’t go up there.” She whispered.

“Why not?” he didn’t wait for her to answer. “We have to.”

“But, what is up there?” She asked.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked up and couldn’t see the top.  There was no light. Strange. No light and no sound.

He stepped on the first step and his hand went cold. He looked back at her. A scream got caught in her throat. His eyes were changing change colors, like a chameleon. First, brown, then green, black, blue then brown again.

“It is your choice.” He said.

She tried to back away, but couldn’t move.

All of sudden, there was a high-pitched ripping sound.  Like the sound that masking tape makes when you remove it from a hard surface.

He took off running up the stairs; taking two at a time.  He was still holding her hand, but her feet where no longer touching the ground.  She was floating.  And, she was in pain. It hurt so badly and she was screaming and pulling. He stopped.

He turned towards her again.

“If you choose to come, it won’t hurt as much.”

His kind blue eyes had returned.  She recognized those eyes; the ones that made her stomach flip and made her fall for him.  And, that made her cry.

But, she continued with him this time.  And when she did, her feet hit the ground and it didn’t hurt as much.  He was right.  He was always right.

They arrived at the top of the stairs.  At the top was a table with a computer on it.  Beyond the table was a closed door.  On the computer screen, there was a question:

“Do you dare?”

Type 1 for yes and 2 for no.

He let go of her hand and typed on the keyboard.  She couldn’t see what he typed, but sudden the door opened and he walked in.  She tried to follow him, but the door shut before she could go through.

“You have to choose.” He said from a distance, “I can’t do it for you.”

“Choose what? Dare to do what?  I don’t understand.” She screamed.

Then she heard laughter. It was distant at first, but then got closer and closer and closer.  It was horrible and the pain returned.
The screen kept blinking in lipstick red:


 She felt like she was going crazy.  With all her effort, she reached out and pressed 2.

Check out other stories at Writer Wednesday Blog Hop.

My Weekly Update – A Story, An Attack & Accolades

I hope everyone had a great week.  I sure did.

A Story

I wrote a little 500 word story for the Writer Wednesday Blog Hop and received some great feedback.  It just warmed my heart to have people I respect compliment my writing.  Makes me believe I might be doing something right. Two comments I wanted to share with you all because they are still making me smile:

“A fictional character has just stolen my heart.” – by the greatness that is Tameri Etherton

“Good voice.” – by Randy Lindsay

Thanks to you both for making my week.

I have something a little scary planned for next week.

An Attack

Ok. Not really an attack, but I did get into a two comment debate with the movie reviewer at Love Your Movies.  He has a really great blog on movies and the movie industry.  I really love the way he describes a movie from a personal perspective.

Apparently he did not agree with my opinions in my post on The Greatness of Peter Berg and Battleship The Movie.  My word choice of “innovative” to describe Peter Berg as a director particular struck a cord with him.  A few other points were exchanged as well.  You can read for yourself, but I did stop the debate with the “Ok, I get it. I just don’t agree. You have your opinions. That is why you have your own blog,” statement. Whether he is still following me or not, I am not sure.

But, it did get me thinking.  First, what about my blog site with its flowers, love of movie quotes and all around praise and support of my fellow writing and blogging community garnered in anyone the need to debate my opinions.  Especially about a movie.  I am not auditioning to take over for Richard Roeper.

Second, what is appropriate when commenting on someones blog.  I’m not saying I don’t like a good debate.  I am a former lawyer and love to argue and can articulate and debate the merits from both sides with the best of them.  But, there is also a time and place.

Finally, is there a point when you go to far.  I could have come back with a scene by scene comparison of the differences between Friday Night Lights and Varsity Blue (I might still do that in a future post. Good idea.), but what purpose would it have served. Or, is it my duty to defend my point to the end of time.  That isn’t really the point of why I do this.

What I have concluded is that I will welcome any and all criticism, comments and suggestions.  I would prefer the criticism be about something I am trying to actually get better at, namely my writing.

I will answer any and all comments and try to stay as positive and polite as I can.  After all, the tag line of my site is Happiness, Passion, Love & Faith.

Love and light to you all, dammit!

And Accolades

Thank you to my new followers.  I am so happy that you have joined the scene:

-I also had a few new follower by email and some that don’t have websites.  Thanks to you all as well.

Blog Love

  1. A.M. Shultz (featuring The Adventures Pigs)
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  3. Carissa Taylor
  4. Troy Aaron Ratliff
  5. Writability
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The Weeks Schedule 

Monday – Kreativ Blogger Award Duties and Tag Your It – this is a new one.
Tuesday – Movie Quotes
Wednesday – Writer Wednesday Blog Hop
Friday – Random Blog Post
Sunday – My Weekly Update