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Poetry from a friend

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(c) 2009 Dean Searle via flickr.com

As I sit
by Javier Mendoza

As I sit alone on the edge of a cloud,
Whistling a heavenly tune,
While watching the beauty of nature surrounding me,
Feeling the love from everything of life,
I had to let go of things that
Society had blinded me with:
Corruption, ignorance, materialism,
the imitation of treacherous people.

I had to look away from all of the hatred,
The destruction of our planet,
The destruction of our country,
The destruction of our people,
Even ourselves.

As I sit here so blissful, meek, and enlightened.


I’ve known Javier since he was five years old–over thirty years now. He went to kindergarten with my younger brother, and they became fast friends. My mom sort of adopted him, and watched out for him growing up. He became a brother to us. I remember how devastated he was to learn that my mom had died. I think he cried harder than I did at her funeral. To this day he opens every message to me with, “hey sis…”

Looking at him you’d see this big, bald Mexican guy. He’s intimidating. But underneath he’s so sweet and thoughtful. You’d never suspect that he writes deep, beautiful poetry. I love him to death.

[repost] Stargate Sg-1 fanfic: Plans Change

samjack_hearttalkThis is one of the first SG-1 fics I ever wrote, back in 2010. I remember I spent a very long, tiring morning wrapping presents for my kids. It was around four in the morning when I finished putting them out and sat down at the computer to relax. The story idea hit me, and I spent the next few hours writing. I think I might have laid down for a half hour before the kids go up. I’ve fixed some grammar errors in it.


Plans Change

by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
(Jack/Sam UST), Daniel, Teal’c
5253
words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS:

Sam’s Christmas plans change unexpectedly. But that can be a good thing. A Christmas fic.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.


Plans change. It happens every day to just about every person on the planet. The odds of plans not changing for a person are one in… Well, really high. Sam didn’t much feel like figuring out the math at the moment. Her plans had changed. She sat staring at the half packed duffel on the floor by her feet and sighed.

First she got a message from the SGC saying her dad couldn’t make it back for Christmas. Apparently the Tok’ra didn’t celebrate or care. Or he just hadn’t bothered telling them why he needed time off. No problem. She could accept that her dad was now some alien hybrid super hero off making the galaxy safe for all beings. It’s what he did. It’s what they all did. She understood, but didn’t relish having to try and explain it to her brother… without actually explaining anything.

It ended up not being a problem. She was half-way through packing her bag when the phone rang. She didn’t bother to check the caller ID, holding the receiver between her cheek and shoulder.

“Carter.”

“Wow, is that how you answer your phone?”

A smile spread across her face at the sound of her brother’s voice. “Hey, Mark. I’m almost packed, and my flight leaves at 1300, uh, 1PM this afternoon-“

“Yeah,” he said slowly, his voice changing subtly. “That’s what I was calling about.”

Sam had sighed and thrown herself face first onto her bed as she half listened to her brother’s excuse. The first Christmas she had off in years, and both her dad and brother blow her off. Plans change. Read more…

Angel fanfic: It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Angel
Angel, Cordelia, Wesley
1538 words
rating: G
WARNINGS:

It’s the first Christmas for Angel Investigations, but Angel isn’t really in the mood. Too bad Cordelia has other plans. Set in season one sometimes after Doyle died.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.


“What’s all this?” Angel asked, pushing aside the cage door of the elevator.

Cordelia balanced on a chair, a string of brightly colored lights in her hand. She smiled down at him. “It’s Christmas, silly.”

“Yeah, but what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

Angel crossed his arms. “It looks like you’re decorating my office with Christmas lights.”

“Ding, ding. Ten points for the vampire with the grasp of the obvious.” Read more…

Original Fiction: Hallmark Doesn’t Make a Card for That

Written for my fiction workshop class. The focus was dialogue. I don’t know why I changed the names, but I based this off of my “The Story” characters of Tucker and Sarah. It’s funny because I kind of like the new names.

(c) EMILY SKOLOZYNSKI 2010/US Army

(c) EMILY SKOLOZYNSKI 2010/US Army

Hallmark Doesn’t Make a Card for That

The numbers all blurred together. This was the part of Emma’s job she hated the most–the part that involved math. She erased another error. If she hurried she could still make her date with Derek. She glanced around at all of the books needing to be shelved. Really hurried.

The bell above the door tinkled. She hated that bell. “We’re closed,” she said without looking up from her scribblings. Shoes squeaked across the linoleum floor. With a sigh, Emma raised her head. “I’m sorry, but we’re-” Her words trailed off, all thought abandoned at the sight of the man standing in front of her. “Cooper,” she whispered. Read more…

Stargate SG-1: The One About Feelings

The One About Feelings
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack & Daniel friendship
516 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

“There are things I want to talk about, things I’d like to tell him. Serious stuff.” Daniel and Jack are spending some time at Jack’s cabin but Daniel has other things on his mind than fishing. Not slash.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.


Jack sits across from me with his eyes closed. We’re at his cabin in Minnesota—just the two of us—for some team bonding. Teal’c was supposed to be with us but he decided to go see Rya’c. I can’t say anything bad about that. If Sha’re were still alive I sure as hell would be on my way to Abydos any time I got a break. Sam chickened out at the last minute. Sure she said there was some symposium or something in L.A. But I still think she chickened out.

But it’s not bad. We’ve been here three days and it’s been quiet. Jack likes to fish. Sometimes he just sits on the dock with his bare feet dangling inches from the cool water, other times he takes out his little aluminum boat. I go with him, I don’t go with him, he doesn’t seem to care either way. It’s a side of Jack I’ve rarely seen—completely relaxed, in his element… happy.
I watch him now, draped over the Adirondack chair, head tilted up to the last rays of evening sun, eyes closed. There are things I want to talk about, things I’d like to tell him. Serious stuff. I open my mouth a couple times but close it without uttering a sound. I take a sip of my beer—my fourth—and feel the liquid courage working in my gut. I’m about to blurt it out when he opens his eyes and stares hard at me. It’s like he can sense when I’m going to get all sentimental and “touchy-feely.”
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Stargate SG-1 fic: Three Dialogues

I make some apology for these, lol.  The challenge was to write three stories that were dialogue only.  I admit these are a bit OC but I wanted them to be fun.

There’s a Reason
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
team
303 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

Jack has a little fun with Sam while visiting the SGC. Takes place some time after season 10. Written for the dialogue only challenge at stargateland.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

“Jack?”

“What?”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just so unlike you.”

“Maybe it’s just like me and you really don’t know me that well.”

“I think I do and-”

“Daniel.”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up, I’m trying to work this out.”

“… It’s just you always said you didn’t want to risk your career. Or Sam’s. So why now?”

“It’s just time. I’ve been waiting forever for this.”

“But why?”

“Daniel-”

“I’m just saying, it’s risky.”

“Anything worth anything is.”

“O’Neill, Colonel Carter approaches.”

“Hurry and hide. And don’t you dare interfere.”
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Original fic: Camp Out (the story)

This was started as a response to challenge #13 at [info]fictionland .  We just had to write for 10 minutes and post what we wrote.  Pretty simple.  At the time my oldest daughter, Meagan, was having a camp out in our backyard with her sister and two friends (4 kids in our HUGE 10 person tent… it fits 3 queen sized mattress with room to move around, lol).  This came easily after spending 30 minutes putting the tent together.  At least it’s getting some use, I guess (the kids have slept out there almost every night since then).

Camp Out
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
Sarah/Tucker
1056 words
rating: G
WARNINGS:

Sarah and Tucker spend the night camping out in the backyard.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

Metal and fiberglass poles snap into place with a quiet clinking then whisper through their sleeves. Sarah giggles from her spot on the lawn chair as she reaches high over her head.

“Hold it steady,” Tucker grumbles. He’s outside trying to get the poles to slip into their slots. It’s not as easy as it looks. Or so he tells Sarah.

Sarah has never camped for real. Her parents didn’t have time for those kinds of adventures. The closest she ever came to a tent before Tucker was stringing her blankets and sheets over all the furniture in the living room. Her mother made her take it down when she saw it. Said it was messy. But their summer weekend ritual is enough for her now.
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