WeWriWa is Here Again

The weekend is here, which means… WeWriWa! You must write either 8 sentences for prose or 150 word limit for poetry. Lots of great writers participate. You can check em out via ze button above.

For those who are new, I am continuing my story about Hagar and Ishmael in the Desert. For understanding the backstory, go here. For previous installments: Part onePart two, Part threePart fourPart fivePart sixPart seven and Part eight. Last time we ended with Hagar just about to kill her son, Ishmael.

Expulsion of Ishmael and His Mother, from Gust...

Expulsion of Ishmael and His Mother, from Gustave Doré’s illustrated Bible of 1866. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Hagar!” a strange voice cried. Confused, I dropped the rock and looked about wildly, but saw nothing.

“Hagar” the voice came again, soothing and gentle like the sudden cool breeze. “Dry your eyes: God has heard you. Take Ishmael by the hand, and go on.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks, “Where shall we go? We have no more water: I cannot watch my heart die before my eyes.”

I think one or two more Wewriwa’s and this story will be done (crazy i knoooow). Thoughts, fb, etc are always welcome. Have a good weekend guys

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The Storm Was Coming…WeWriWa

Happy Labor Day Weekend! I’ve been too silent on this story, but it’s time  another installment of WeWriWa. You must write either 8 sentences or 150 word limit for poetry. Lots of great writers participate. You can check em out via ze button above.

For those who are new, I am continuing my story about Hagar and Ishmael in the Desert. For understanding the backstory, go here. For previous installments: Part onePart two, Part threePart four, Part five, and Part six. The end is coming, I promise!  Where we are now: Hagar is flashing back to life while Sarai is pregnant.

I thought she would sell us off in Beersheba. Though I held my breathe, we passed all seven wells. Hope whispered that we would be okay.  Sarai’s child would come, and the storm would pass. But then the storm came.

Her screams filled the camp, shattering the night’s silence. I quieted Ishmael back to sleep, but my eyes couldn’t close. We were going to be abandoned, worse, in the driest part of the desert.

Comments, feedback, questions as always welcomed. Thanks again for reading and I hope you have a wonderful weekend!

Weekend Warriors: Return to the Desert

Welcome back! Once again, I am participating in Weekend Writing Warriors. You must write either 8 sentences or 150 word limit for poetry. I’ll admit: I haven’t been doing it quite right. But today I will! Check out the other amazing writers on ze button above.

For those who are new, I am continuing my story about Hagar and Ishmael in the Desert. For understanding the backstory, go here. For previous installments: Part one, Part two

Synopsis so far: Hagar and Ishmael are wandering the desert. They have no water. Hagar is becoming desperate and has decided to kill her son out of mercy. Now it’s a flashback to the moment when Sarai (ie Sarah) asked her to be a surrogate.

For a moment, I just looked at her. After 8 years, I believed I knew all her moods, all her expressions. But that day I saw something for the first and only time.  Sarai’s eyes were open, full of waiting. Her face contorted with both need and shame.  This power tasted strange on my tongue, a strange bitter sweetness.  

I heard myself say, “Of course” and  the world shifted beneath me. 

Have a good weekend! Comments, thoughts and critique always appreciated 🙂

First Time for Everything: Weekend Warriors

As I expand this blog, I’m really excited to see more of the writing community online. If I’ve learned anything, there are so many talented and driven people out there. In fact, there’s so much content it can overwhelm me. Ever have that feeling?

Hey Katie, what’s with the Weekend Writing Warriors button at the top? Great Question!

Weekend Writing Warriors is an interesting idea. You write 8 lines or 150 words of whatever project you are on and publish it at 12 pm on Saturday. There’s a list over at their blog, and you can see what other people are working on as well! It sounded like a lot of fun to try. Hope I’m doing it right… Well, enough ramblings, here’s mine! It’s the opening of a new piece. Based on the biblical story of Hagar and Ishmael in the Desert. Go here to get further background information.

Warning: mentions violence. For mature audiences only

Paintings try to make me beautiful in my flight. I wasn’t.  My clothes were torn by the rocks. Sand got inside my nose and ears. After a day without water, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Death in the desert never scared me. Living amongst these hills and the sun, I imagined nothing else. But my child still needed me.

Ishmael was so small. Just two months after his fourth birthday. My little man, he had become so tall with warm brown eyes. Though he was heavy, I refused to stop carrying him. A day without any water and his silences grew as his breath slowed. But there was no water, no way to survive.  I knew what I had to do.

“Habibi” I gently woke him. “Stay here while I gather wood.” I turned, blinking back tears. It was time to kill my son.