Back to the Desert

It’s Saturday which means time for 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, and Part five. Can’t believe how long this is getting! Hopefully it will be finished over the next few weeks. Where we are now: Hagar is flashing back to life while Sarai is pregnant.

Rating: G totally sfw

Life went on: we roamed with the sheep and Sarai’s belly grew round as the months passed. Though a miracle, it was no easy pregnancy. She struggled to keep any food down. She needed me more than ever, though never at night.

Previously, I had slept in her tent, even during my own pregnancy. She claimed I snored, though she shared Abram’s tent. Whispers of Sarai’s strange dreams moved through the camp and her strange fear for her baby. Though haunted with an ill feeling, I watched the future come towards me as her pregnancy lengthened.

feedback, thoughts, questions always welcomed. Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!

Memories in the Desert: Weekend Warriors

It’s Saturday and time for another Weekend Writing Warriors! 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, and Part three

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. She’s in flashbacks now, recalling the events that led up to this moment

Within the year, Ishmael was born. Standing on the bricks, Sarai’s encouragement barely pierced the pain. Every muscle tensing, pushing as I tried to bring my baby to life. After a night full of agony, he arrived.

I can’t forget the first time I saw him: he was small, with a head full of hair. Holding him in my arms, I knew. I had always known him, always loved him. We were just waiting to meet.

As always, thoughts, critique, or questions are always welcomed!

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 🙂

Weekend Warriors!

Hello! Welcome back to another Weekend Writing Warrior post. Please go to http://www.wewriwa.com to read all of the other amazing writers.

Today, I wanted to continue my story of Hagar and Ishmael in the desert. In case you don’t know the story, background go here.

As of last week, we ended with them in the desert, dying of thirst. Hagar has decided she must kill Ishmael.

I walked onwards, looking not for wood but for stone. It needed to be heavy and pointed, so death would come quickly. My feet slowed, as I looked through the sand. I didn’t have the energy to do this twice.

I had been standing just like this when she asked me. My head had been bowed, and I was just about to bend, looking for something. Sarai had been so quiet behind me.

Suddenly, “Will you bear a child for me?”

I had been waiting for this question for years. I had become old enough, and she too old. And still, I didn’t know what I would say.