Romantic Melody

 

There comes a time in life that you find someone that completes you.
Someone who follows the same life melody as you.
And when you find them, you mustn’t let them go.
That’s when you make the most meaningful promise in you life.
The one that speaks of forever.
The two of you have found that someone and have made that promise.
Today, your forever begins and may your melodies always stay in rhythm.

Written by Amber Autry 2012

Potential Greeting Card? What are your thoughts?

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Inspirations: Romantic Comedy

I thought this was funny and wanted to share. What are some cases where you were trying to be romantic, but your lover ruined it?

Inspirations: Nora Roberts’ thoughts on romance.

        This video about Nora was something I just had to share. I love good romance novels where the hero takes the heroine out on a picnic under the stars. But when it comes to my personal life, just waiting on my husband to get home from work is a joy far better than what I read in any book. What are your thoughts on romance in the real life?

Serialized Mondays: Start your week with fiction: Beyond the Threshold: Episode Three

If you would like to start from the beginning, please press the Beyond the Threshold tab at the top of this page.

“What?” Elaine’s mouth dropped open. “What do you mean in an hour?”

“Your sister, Rose, made an appointment for today at three. Would you like to confirm this, or do we need to reschedule?”

Now Rose had gone too far. This was uncalled for. “I told her I didn’t want to see a therapist. I’m surprised she scheduled without my permission. So, no, I don’t want to confirm or reschedule. Sorry about the inconvenience.”

“Ma’am, if you don’t mind, all I’m asking is for one ten-minute session. No obligation. You don’t have to say one word to me. Your sister is concerned, and I’m sure if you at least see me it’ll calm her nerves.”

He had a point, and ten minutes wasn’t that long. What could this guy say or do in that short period that would cause pain? Besides, maybe Rose would get off her back about things for a while.

Elaine took a deep breath. “Okay, ten minutes. That’s it.”

“Alright, I’ll see you soon.”

After hanging up the phone, Elaine sank into the couch. Why couldn’t everyone just leave her alone? She was perfectly content to stay indoors by herself. Maybe she’d lock the door and never let anyone in again, but she couldn’t completely turn her back on the world. So, she was stuck with talking to the damn therapist.

When the doorbell rang, she took her time to answer. In front of her stood a man with short, gray hair. His aura radiated with a pleasing nature. It was so strong, she almost felt giddy. Without realizing it, a smile spread across her face.

As she beckoned him inside, she said, “Come in and have a seat.”

Reaching out, he took her hand. “I’m glad to finally meet you. Your sister told me a lot of good things about you.”

“Really? That’s good.” She wondered what non-good things her sister had said. “Okay, let’s get down to business.”

He waited for her to sit down, then opened a notepad. “So, if you don’t mind, tell me how you got to where you are today.”

Friday: Weekend Inspirations

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy.  I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die.  I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports…. When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.  ~Gustave Flaubert, letter to wife Louise Colet, 15 August 1846

A love letter that has me and everyone of my readers sweating. How does your love show their affection to you?

Serialized Mondays: Start your week with fiction: Beyond the Threshold: Episode 2

If you want to start from the beginning, please click the tab labeled, Beyond The Threshold, at the top of this page.

“Elaine,” Rose screeched rushing over to smother Elaine with a hug. “You look… good.”

“You don’t have to lie, Rose.” Elaine glared at her younger sister. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Now, that’s no way to talk to me. I’ve got some good news.” Rose dumped the contents of her duffel bag on the battered kitchen table. “I’m getting married!”

The elaborate smile Rose beamed across the room did little to break through Elaine’s mood, but she tried her best to look happy for her sister. “Congratulations.”

“You know what the best part is?” Rose held up a picture of a lavender dress. “You’re going to be my Maid of Honor.”

“How am I going to do that if I can’t even leave the apartment? You know I don’t go beyond that door.”

“Come on, sis. You can do it for me. I won’t be happy without you there at my side.” She handed Elaine a business card. “I hired a therapist to help you prepare for the next few months. That’s his card if you need to call him. It’s time to put everything behind you, especially the horrible way that man treated you.”

An image of Tom’s face flashed in her mind and she crippled to the ground, covering her head with her arms. Just as quick as the picture entered her mind, it disappeared. Realizing there was no danger, she slowly stood, pushing away the hand her sister held out.

“I can’t do this. It’s too much for me. I’m sorry Rose, but can you leave?”

Rose’s concern turned to a pout. “But I wasn’t done. I wanted to go over my plans with you, and I have something else to tell you.”

“Not now. I just need to be left alone.”

“Well, I guess I can come back tomorrow. I love you.” She hugged Elaine and left.

Before Elaine could drag herself to her room for a nap, the phone rang. “Hello,” she answered.

“Hello, is this Elaine Ferguson?” a male voice asked.

“Yes. Who’s speaking?”

“This is Jordan Hartsfield with Hartsfield Anxiety and Phobia Treatment Center. I was calling to confirm our first meeting in an hour.”

Inspirations: Poems

A deer peacefully grazes in a meadow;
The morning sun glistens across a dewy field.
Red and purple flowers stretch toward the sky;
Wind blows pass a solemn face.

Birds chirp merrily as they hunt for prey.
Water trickles across bare feet;
Thoughts swim through the air.
A pen scribbles on paper.

Nature moves around a dignified figure.
 A story is being built;
One of love and hope.
 Many hearts will be stirred.

The soul of these moving words;
Aren’t only created from within,
But also from the serene scene
That surrounds the imaginative individual.

Written by Amber Autry 2009

A poem I wrote for a writing contest. What do you think it’s about?