Fourth Part of Fiona’s Hero

Greetings, owlnerds! Here is the fourth part of Fiona’s Hero.

Here is a recap:

Synopsis: Fiona’s world begins to fall apart. After a recent gun shooting, her biggest supporter is gone. Now she is struggling to keep the faith, keep her grades up, and stay out of trouble. Will Fiona keep the faith in one of the darkest times of her life? Or will she blame God for losing her father?

Read Part One

Read Part Two

Read Part Three

The Revelation (Fourth Part):

 I looked up as I felt a presence with me. My eyes widened as my father stood before me.

                He placed his hand on my back as he grinned. “Fiona, don’t blame God for this. Even when Job lost all of the children, he didn’t blame God for it. Its states in Job 1:21, “And said, Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord”( Job 1:21). You need to remember how mom felt when her father died. She didn’t go into deep mourning and disappear from existence. She remembered that the Lord will guide her in the darkest times of her life.” I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me in the night seasons. I have set the Lord always before me: because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. Therefore, my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope. For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is the fullness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore” (Psalm 16: 7-11).

            As the shower curtain pulled open, Mom placed a towel around my bright red back. “Fiona get up, baby. Your back is bright red.”

          My eyes flickered open as my head jerked back. The stinging pain of hot water caused me to moan. I slowly stood up as I bit my lip causing my lip to bleed.

          I looked at my face through the steamy mirror as my mom helped me into my bed.

               She grabbed a sports bra and helped me put it on. Slowly pulling down the towel, she gasped. “Oh, Fiona. My baby girl, your poor back.”

             I squeezed my eyes shut as my mom touched me.

            “I will be right back. I am going to get you a pack of ice and some aloe.”

              Turning my head, I wrapped the towel around my waist. I pulled open a drawer of my dresser and grabbing a pair of shorts. underwear and a tank top. Dropping the towel as I changed to a pair of black athletic shorts. Slowly I changed into a thin blue tank top.

                The door opened as my mom gasped. “Fiona, what are you think?” Grabbing my top as she tried to pull it off.

             “Mom, stop it.” My head turned as my eyes narrowed towards my mother.

               Mom’s eyes widened as she released her grip from my tank top. Placing the aloe bottle down as she clicked it open.

              “My mom please, I can do this by myself.”

                “Fiona.”

               Does she think I can’t do this? “Mom, now.”

                My mom stood up as she left the room.

               Good job, Fiona. Yell at your mom, like that is going to help anything. My eyes rolled as I grabbed the bottle and dumped some on my hands. Trying my best to cover my back as my shoulders began to ache. Slowly lying to the side of my bed, I wondered if I was seeing things or my father was actually there. He is dead, I had to repeat myself. He is not alive anymore.

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Thanks for reading!

Fiona’s Hero Part Three

Welcome back back, owlnerds! Enjoy Part Three: The Argument

Flipping on the living room lights, I headed toward the kitchen. With piles of dishes in the sink, I ignore the mess and open our stainless steel refrigerator. Opening the bottom drawers, I pulled out an apple and a string of cheese. Shutting refrigerator door, I rolled my eyes.

Mom had placed both of her hands on both of the counters so I couldn’t get out. “Fiona, please don’t blame God. Your father wouldn’t want you to act like this.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Like what, mom? How can I be normal when my father dies? People say the grief will pass. It’s a lie. How can they know anything? All the people who tell me this, have never lost anyone.”

Tears dripped down my mother’s face as she placed her hands off the counter.

Racing past her as I opened my bedroom door.

My room was like an average bedroom with a bed in the middle under the window. My white wooden desk on the right and my night table on the other side. The bathroom stood on the left side of the room. Falling flat on the bed as I pull a pillow off and hug it. Slowly my eyes shut and I pass out.

My eyes widened as sweat paced down my neck. Shifting my head, I realize what I was seeing was just a dream. Sitting up as I rubbed the back of my neck. It was a dream, I tell myself. Dad is gone, the shooters are not coming to get you. Just breathe. Removing the sheet of my sweating body, my eyes turn toward my nightstand where my father’s bible sat there. Turning my head, I jump off my bed and into the bathroom. I strip down, turned the hot water on and dip in. Steam fills the air as I begin scrubbing my head with lavender shampoo. My ears perk up as I hear something.

“Come on, Melinda, Let’s surprise Fiona.”

“Kenneth, you can’t surprise her if you are not whispering.”

Tears drip down my face as I remember the exact moment in time that conversation had happened. It was the morning of my sixteen birthday I just woke up because of my “whispering” to my mom. Crouching down as I curled my hands around my knees as I ignored the fact that my skin began to burn bright red as the water continued to run. “Papa, why did you die? I should be taken your place. You never deserve to die.”

Book review: Libby’s Cuppa Joe *Spoilers included*

Welcome back!

*DISCLAIMER: I was give a free copy from  Ambassador International Blogger Review Team for a honest review* (There is spoilers)

Title: Libby’s Cuppa Joe

Genre: Christian Contemporary

Romance: unmarried sex resulting a pregnancy

Language: some mentions

Dislikes:

A criminal becoming a pastor. Sure its possible but I see this too often.

A new pastor comes to town and falls in love with the main character and confesses his feelings after she returns to faith and then they is no mention of her answer and it goes straight to her wedding with him. It makes sense but maybe its just me.

Damon, but everyone hates him.

Sonja is a bit rude, whiny, but what did I expect from a city girl thinking she can run a business.

The story itself is slow paced. I picked to read this book because I was drawn by the synopsis and the mention of the coffee shop.

Thanks for reading! Make sure to you like this post, comment what book I should review next. If your author, I will be honored to read your book. Also make sure to follow my blog to be the first ones to see my newest posts.

Fiona’s Hero Part Two

Hello, owlnerds. Here is the part two of Fiona’s Hero. Enjoy!

The Drive Home

The honking of car made me turn quickly. A car had slowed down in front as the passenger’s window rolled down. A older woman around her forties with dark brunette hair with olive eyes smiled at me. “What have you being doing? When I saw that you weren’t on the bus, I started to get nervous.”

I rolled my eyes. “Mom, I’m fine.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Where is your backpack?”

“I lost it.”

“Lost it, Fiona how could you have lost it?”

I opened the passenger door as I slipped in. “Charles Avery, thats who.”

Releasing her foot off the brake, she continued to drive north. “Charles Avery, maybe I should talk to his mother.”

Lifting my feet on the car’s dashboard, I turn my head towards my mother. “Please, don’t. At least he didn’t get to my wallet or phone.”

She turned her blinker on as she turned left on Elite Street. “Well either way I am going to talk to Mrs. Avery besides how is school going?”

“I would say great but that’s not true. I failed my math exam, lost my science essay, and was called into the principal office.”

Turning her car on our driveway, she stopped the car and turned her head toward me. “Principal’s office?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know I couldn’t play hooky for English class.”

“Why did you skip class?”

I raised my hands in the air. “I didn’t make my big presentation. How can I make a presentation where I can’t bring the person part of it is dead. Hmm, mom. What am I going do?”

My mom lend forward and squeezed my hand. “Fiona, I hope you are not blaming Him for this?”

“Maybe I am. He would have been a life if there was no shooting.”

“Fiona, you can’t believe that.”

Unbuckling myself, I opened the door. “I am, mom. I am.” Tears dripped down my face as I walked toward our white town house front door. Pressing down the correct combination, the door unlocks as I head inside.

Life Update

Happy Memorial Day!! Or happy Monday to all my international owlnerds.

I hope you enjoyed your day.. You could say I did… but I did start a second part time job today. (I will not be sharing that information).

#beindependent

This months total:

Writing: 5.5k words

Read: 2 books…

Three songs on repeat:

Only Want You by Rita Ora

What A Time by Julia Michaels

Out of Love by Alessia Cara

Next month goals:

write 5k words

Finish a writing project and possibly sharing it online.

Read: 5 books

Thanks for reading!!! Be back next week for a new blog post!!

Marvel Avengers Book Tag

Welcome back, owlnerds! A new Monday, a new post. Enjoy!

I found this book tag from Kristen’s blog.

IRON MAN: A BOOK THAT MADE YOU LAUGH OUT LOUD

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The sarcasm that Halt has in this book is hilarious. Its the best thing yet.

CAPTAIN AMERICA: A BOOK THAT SENDS A POSITIVE MESSAGE

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A positive message that showcased the main problems with our world, abortion. Survival of the fittest.

THOR: A BOOK WITH A CHARACTER’S STRENGTH YOU ADMIRE

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Samwise, the real hero, not Frodo. He survived and was still loyal when Frodo was loyal to gollum. He carried the food during the journey. He carried Frodo up the Mount of Doom. Who else does that?

BLACK WIDOW: A BOOK WITH A KICK-ASS FEMALE PROTAGONIST

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Talfia Cricket, she is bad ass. She fights a evil spirits and saves the world.

HULK: A BOOK THAT MADE YOU INCREDIBLY ANGRY

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This book made me so angry. Its a retelling of Romeo and Juliet. I enjoyed it until they added a scene that had no purpose at all. It was off detail sex scene. What why? If it wasn’t in the story, I would been greatly pleased but no. That had to ruin everything. 😦

HAWKEYE: AN UNDERRATED BOOK YOU THINK MORE PEOPLE SHOULD PAY ATTENTION TO

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A dystopia/ post apocalyptic world: A girl who has to live post – nuclear war clueless if her any loved ones survived. She meets a man and she begins to have her doubts toward him. She questions if she trust or not? Check it out!!

*BONUS* LOKI: A BOOK WITH A TWIST OR SURPRISE THAT TRICKED YOU

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This book gave me the shivers. I am surprised, shocked by the plot twist. Its disturbing. It reminds me a lot of
The Eligible Bachelor (Sherlock Holmes).

Elizabeth Noel Author Interview

Welcome back for a new blog post.

Day 4 of Dawn Chandler Blog Tour

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Author: Eliza Noel

Author Bio: Eliza Noel is a home school graduate with passion for Jesus, people, and literature. Growing up, her favorite books were always Nancy Drew, Anne of Green Gables, and Pride and Prejudice. Around age twelve she wanted to read something with positive values in a modern setting, but couldn’t find what she was looking for. So she wrote it.

When not doing something book-related (reading, writing, blogging, bookstagramming), Eliza works at her day jobs, spends time with her many younger siblings, longboards, has coffee with friends, eats chocolate, and listens to music. California is home, but she would like to travel more and feels she could learn to be content anywhere.

Author Interview

1. What was your first idea of a story? The first one I can remember is, well, it wasn’t a good one, hahah…when I was very young I started designing a town called ‘Kidville’ where only kids were allowed. All the kids would drive those little cars, eat lots of candy and get jobs- ‘fun’ things kids typically aren’t allowed to do. Also they’d get kicked out the moment they turned 18. When I realized this wasn’t a realistic idea I decided to write a book about it instead. The most recent version (last worked on when I was eleven) was called U.S.K.O., which stood for United States of Kids Only.
2. Music or no music while writing?Music. 3. If you weren’t writing full time, what would you be doing?I’m actually working as a caregiver full time right now. My dream job though is to be a stay-at-home homeschooling mom. Until then I hope to keep writing books, travel and in general try new things!
4.What color aesthetic would you be your WIP? I’m not sure I completely understand what that means, but I’ve always pictured the cover having blue on it (and it does!), so maybe a blue aesthetic? 5. Where do most of your ideas come from?The ideas for Dawn Chandler came from a lot of real-life experiences. I have another book I hope to write that was inspired mostly by various song lyrics.
6. What is your favorite/least favorite part of the writing process?My favorite would be either the days of writing the first draft when the idea is new, exciting and all the words are flowing or reading beta reader input/advanced reviews. My least favorite is the part where I’m editing for what feels like the millionth time and questioning if anyone will ever enjoy the story.
7. Which famous person, living or dead would you like to meet and why?This isn’t really book-related, but the first person who popped into my mind was Phyllis Schlafly. She was a conservative who strongly opposed abortion and feminism. I did a research paper about her for my final school project and it was so neat to find someone who was such a strong supporter of being a homemaker when that’s so often looked down upon these days.
8. What are your writing dreams?Ooh, I like this question. I’d like to follow Dawn Chandler for several more years of her life, maybe even write a total of twelve books. Before doing that, I’ll probably take a break and write something completely new. I have various ideas, but one I’m especially excited about and have been for about four years. I’m keeping that secret for now though.

Fiona’s Hero: Part One

Its Monday. I decided that each Monday, I will posting a new blog post. These posts will be either book tags, stories, poetry, and book reviews. Lets see how long this will last.

Fiona’s Hero

Genre: christian fiction, short story

Synopsis: Fiona’s world begins to fall apart. After a recent gun shooting, her biggest supporter is gone. Now she is struggling to keep the faith, keep her grades up, and stay out of trouble. Will Fiona keep the faith in one of the darkest times of her life? Or will she blame God for losing her father?

Part One (The Bus Stop)

Rain poured down from the horizon as I lifted up my heavy book bag over my head. Rushing to the closest subway stop, I collapsed into the seat. I gasped as I realized that my science essay had fallen out of my bag and was soaking in a nearby puddle. Leaning my head back as I sighed. What was I going to tell mom?

The creaking of the bus stopped beside the subway as my ears cringed from the squeaky noise of the tires. Holding my back tight across my chest, I stood up and headed toward the door of the bus.

As the door opened my rival, Charles Avery stepped out of the bus.

He smirked in a mischievous matter. He raised his eyebrows as he saw me. “Oh hello, failing Fiona how is school treating you?”

I nodded my head trying to avoid the anger boiling inside of me.

“So how is doing school at home? Is it true that your mom pulled you out of school because you are failing?”

She bit her lip. It was true. I was failing. Failing so poor my GPA was under a 3.0. “No, my mom that it best for a better environment.”

He laughed. “Seriously, that is your answer. You will never be going to Harvard, Fiona. You are a failure just like your father.”

My father was not a failure. He died saving people’s lives. My heart began to race as I knew the waterworks were coming. “You’re just jealous. My father saved lives.”

“Your father could have stayed at the hospital where he belonged but no he decided to go the shooting and he was next victim of another shooting.”

“At least he was a hero and died a hero. Your father is a coward and only cares for himself.”

Throwing a punch toward me, I fell hard on the sidewalk. I knew I shouldn’t have at said but sometimes he has always got on my nerves. As my eyes fluttered open as one of my eyes squinted as the ache from the punch entered. He had punched me in the eye. What will I tell mom? Lifting myself off the ground, I realize that my backpack is out of sight. Rubbing my forehead, I stood up. Gathering up my dirty blonde hair in a ponytail, I head north off of Henry Street toward my neighborhood.

My spine shivered as past the theater where my father and so many victims died. Why did my father have to die? He could have lived a long life, but no you had to kill him. He was my backbone. I looked up in the sky. What do you want from me? You killed my father. You did it. 

Emotions

Another poetry post. I honestly don’t care if any of you decide to unsubscribe. I am clueless what do with this blog. I feel like I failed by not doing weekly posts like I promised from the beginning.

So without further ado, here goes nothing.

I think the hardest thing to do is to breathe

To cry

To let your emotions break free

But it so easy to bury them

To pretend everything is ok

To look as though everything is under control

To hid it under your skin

When all you want do is scream

Hit a wall

Or maybe its this year

Where I release everything

That shatters my mirror

Hurts me worse than bruises

Emotions or overreacting

Like people will say?

I am just overreacting?

Or I losing myself completely?

Who knows anymore?

The fear now is if I will ever return to normal.

If normal is the new thing

Or will have this thing

Digging at me

My whole life

Destroy all the relationships

I hold dearly

Or will it ruin a new relationship

I come across.

Who knows anymore?

Thanks for reading.. maybe next week I will have a more uplifting post.. Maybe?

Giveaway Time

Welcome back, owlnerds!! Its been long time. I have decided to do my first giveaway!! 🙂 What better way to celebrate the end of school by giving away a $25 gift card to Amazon.

The rules:

Follow my blog

Like this blog

Comment and tell me what you are planning on doing this summer.

The Giveaway Ends May 15th, 2019.

Digital Amazon $25 Gift Card

Enjoy!!! 🙂 Have Fun!!