Manifesting Finding A Hand Written Note In The Next Book You Read 📚

Rachel Forrest // Unknown // S. C. Lourie

6.7%

Attributed to diagnosis

Brought often in late spring

Clearly

            Directly

                        Estimated to be

Factors of illness

Greatly cause internal

Health decline

Immune to physical evolution

Join discussion for fewer storms,

Lies we authored,

Mismanaged medicines; mortality rates

Never revealed

Other

Physical symptoms

Questioning

Realities spread

Surrounding mental illness

Timelines weakened by disease

Unknown and invisible,

View seriously only too late

Winds

Expected

Yearning to blow

0 likelihood of simple and total recovery

The Way Smell Evokes Memory

            On a hot summer afternoon, after a day of playing in the sun but before retiring to play video games, my mother would always shower. She loved spending time with us on those rare free days when all five of her girls were home, and she wasn’t working one of many jobs she held down simultaneously to provide. Our job was to set the living room up, since she didn’t understand and wasn’t willing to learn how to work the equipment. She would emerge in a puff of steam and a waft of perfume. Unwilling to wear shorts outside, those days she was even willing to don a light summer nightdress. We each peeled off at different times in the night, smart enough and independent enough to dictate our own bedtimes. With a yawn, I’d announce my departure. My mother was never short on hugs, pulling me in and holding me, understanding of the importance of that contact. Rich vanilla and rose and a creamy, heavy shea butter: the last things I’d smell for the night.

            When riffling through the cabinet before moving out, I discovered the exact lotion she would use. Her ‘yes’ when I asked to take it was distracted, unaware of the significance. Although, I don’t use it much.

Watching old AJR concert is my secret to writing

NaNoWriMo Update One

I want to keep updates posted of my progress this month but I find that I'm not keeping track based on word count, but on chapters. I do want to share my breakdown though--

100,000 words total

5 sections of 7 chapters each

20,000 words per section

2,900 words per chapter

This is the outline I'm using, so when I've finished a chapter I assume it falls into this estimate. In the end I'll run a comprehensive count. As long as each chapter is near 3k, I don't fret and move to the next.

So far, I have 8 of 35 chapters finished and it's the 7th day of NaNoWriMo. I could pick up the pace...

Fed seagulls on the Cali beaches with my youngest sister.

your warm

kiss

planting on

my lips

waking me

delicately

like the

raindrops

tattering

on the windowpane

-v.o

Her Falling Star

Content Warning: self-inflicted violence

Estrella refused to look away from the sky, especially once she made her last wish on the star that shot across. She waited for another. Too late; her breath quickened. Starlight streamed down hollow cheeks. Estrella refused to take her eyes off the sky, even after the trigger was pulled.