Writing

Warning: Some of these stories and excerpts include language not suitable for children.  All writing on this site is property of Heather Arneson. 

For Gabriel

By Heather Arneson

My friends I stir awake
To walk with me in my
Lifescape
I feel alive like them
Unified in spirit
We take a bow to greet
The fleeting present
While we become
Our own world’s keepers
While you watch vigil at your own life

Love drew me into you
It showed me all my worth
Much more than what you are
Laying in shadows of what you could have done
You will wait and you will see
Love made me stronger
Love made me bigger
Than you will ever be

Play

By Heather Arneson

Ink
Blots
Crawl and play
Scattering and creating
Static in the
Sky
Dreams a vision
Of us
Beauty sighs like
Strings
Falls and rises
So we can love
Is all
We
Are

Excerpt from The Letter

By Heather Arneson

Dear Brock,

     “Mesmerizing...that is how one describes a sunset,
definitely not a murder.”  Those words started my new
fictional thriller series, but bro, it’s not flying for me
this time.  However, since I quit my job and have no other
form of income, I’m expected to write one that is, just to
pay some bills.
     Humans are interesting creatures. The hues that
normally don’t show up on the sky’s canvas seem to inspire
awe and reverence of eternal beauty, and all I have to show
for my work is, well, me.  Therefore, I’m just going to
write as myself, in this letter to you, the main dude in my
life.
      I wish I could feel as awestruck as others, but that
would make me normal.  I am anything but, and tonight as I
knock back a beer, teetering on the edge of my seat, in
fake anticipation of the sun driving its madness down, I
listen to my new wife and try like hell to agree with her
about how romantic the moment is with me, but it isn’t
coming off as sincere.
     She still has enough pure love of the potential of
seeing nature’s grandiose goodbye that she continues to
remind me just how simple life’s pleasures register in her
mind, while I bear witness to them as an outsider.  I look
through her eyes and voice as if looking at pictures of
family members who aren’t mine, the light fluttering
between each of the pages, and I’m confused as to what time
it is, now.  I’m starting to remember what it was like
growing up, and feel regret for the fact I created a
position, headhunted, and hired myself to fill it.  But I’m
just an unpaid actor, plain and simple.
     As the sun becomes lost in its own glorious shadow
casting, hugging me, she whispers that she wants to make
love to have some communion with the beauty in the world.
She’s just high, maybe, I think because she doesn’t usually
talk like that.  I’m not going to ask, because I got too
drunk again, and typing this makes me feel like I’m flying
with her, past time itself.  I’m not above anything,
though, as you know.
     I feel hesitant that one of the islanders’ might see
us, but Jehon reminded me that no one was around, and it 
was so dark that if someone walked by they would probably 
not see us anyway.  We were on the beach, mind you.  
Out in the open.  I joked to her that I should order Sex on the
Beach more often, and although my body is excited, I can’t
help but feel my true warmth and how it remains lost with
the sun with the buzz I feel.  But how does she know I’m
not just playing a part, like some kind of freaky mime?
Don’t worry, I’ll spare you the details!
     Her eyes blinked, only slightly awake, and she shifted
her head from side to side to scratch an itch on her face,
but when she turns towards me in our hammock, I’m
speechless, because I noticed a huge spider crawling...on her
head.  She probably didn’t feel it because she had one of
those elaborate pink and blue flower scarves wrapped around
her head.
     I am amused because I know this spider is not going to
get away, and smile because I know at least on our
honeymoon I can feel like the tough guy I know I am inside.
But before I can lift it off of her head without her
waking, she blinked and she screamed, “I’m arachnophobic!
Why didn’t you tell me a spider was on my face!”
     “Oh no, now the spider got away,” I said disappointed
I wasn’t able to kill it.
     Now, fully awake and startled, she glared at me and
chastised me for not upholding my husbandly
responsibilities, “Why didn’t you kill the spider?  But
more importantly, why were you smiling?  Didn’t you see a
huge spider on my face?!”
     I mean, okay, this was going to be a hard one to get
out of, I thought.  She had me caught off guard, and I
didn’t even have scotch tape.  Ha, I know, weak joke, but
I’m hurting here for a few different reasons, and getting
drunker as I write.
      “Look, honey,” I replied, “I thought I could get it
in time.  I thought, you know, before you woke up.”
     “You know, sometimes I feel you put on a different
face to me than when you are alone,” She said, all cocking
her head from side to side, and I’m thinking, she has me
pegged.  It kind of creeps me out sometimes.
     I hug her because I know this tidal wave will soon
pass, and if she was in fact arachnophobic, I couldn’t
imagine how petrified she was, and I might be a bigger ass
than you’ve told me.  What bothered me was that she was
actually angry that I didn’t kill something.  I mean, what
kind of lunatic did I marry, I started thinking.  Harsh I
know.
      “Sorry.  Don’t worry.  It will be okay.  I didn’t
know you were arachnophobic.  Let’s just go to bed,” I
said, finally.
     The island was still that night, and Jehon was all too
interested in keeping spiders at bay.  She covered her head
with another colorful shawl one of the islanders sold her
that day, while I dozed off thinking about all the faces I
didn’t show her, wanted to, including impressions of
notable celebrities and then ultimately killed that thought
off in a dream about Neapolitan ice cream eating crabs.
     When I woke in the morning, I was on the ground, with
the hammock half-entangled around my feet.  Jehon gently
touched me to see if I was all right.  Dude, I married a
hottie and a sweetie.
     “Looks like you had a rough night’s sleep.  I’m not
too fond of sleeping on hammocks either.  Want to get up,
so we can go get some breakfast?” She asked in her sweet-
tea pitched girl voice.
     The menu that day had crustaceans and kiwi, and I
enjoyed every bit of it.  The calm of the ocean, the
breeze, not working, and especially making excuses not to
write made this paradise.  I had things in common with the
island. It was apart from the world, treading above water,
fighting to be pure.  I set aside my plate for more, and
Jehon kissed my hand like I was a king.  I felt like one,
and now that we were married I wanted to make her my queen
every night, beach beneath my bare skin or not.
     She still didn’t know the whole truth about me, and
no-one ever will, but that didn’t stop me from feeling that
she might understood me.  At least, she knew I meant her no
harm, and more importantly would protect and love her the
best I could.  I hoped that was enough for her.  Then
again, she was broken like me.  I mean, she got high twice
before she knew me.
     “Let me know when you get hungry again,” I offered,
and I picked her up and then we ran until we got near a
coral reef.
     “Honey, I really want to take pictures.  I’m going to
get our camera!” Jehon urged me.
     “Pictures, now?  Alright.  Go get the camera,” I
responded as I hated pictures, but knew how important it
was to her.
     When she returned, I had my pants rolled up and was
about ready to swim, the sun was so bright and I felt a
huge sunburn coming on, so I ask her, “Did you happen to
get sun block?”

The Manipulator

By Heather Arneson

Brain sparked your habit

This is what I know

Made you go head to head

Toe to toe

The lying, laughing, crying

They wanted you to hear

Tools for the manipulator

For turning on your fear

If you listen to them

The world is just a test

In tuning out sin

Demons haunt the hedges

Their gardens tended by hate

Cultivated your mind early

Forced you to meet good people much too late

But you can turn your back to sadness

Form a line that’s all your own

Walk with your head held high

You’ve got your own garden that you’ve grown

Spectrum [2nd Edition]

By Heather Arneson

The only way to diminish the darkness is to shed light on it.

Brief Synopsis:

When a group of children break into Grange Manor, an abandoned mansion once owned by serial killers Charles and Elizabeth Grange, they open themselves up to a malevolent force, bound for world destruction.  Notorious for years, the specter activity piques the interest of novice ghost hunter Mario Martinez, who resolves to expose it for his own acclaim, as others become a part of its history.

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Spectrum [2nd Edition] is available at online stores, including: Amazon, Kobo, Google Play, Barnes and Noble.  I wanted to make it affordable, so that it would be accessible to anyone (it is $5.00 or less, depending on the company). You can preview some of the pages on these sites as well!

Also, please check out my review blog on this site, for irreverent betchiness:

https://ravinglyre.com/reviews

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