Another little snippet


Their response was more than I expected. Every person in the room applauding, cheering for me. Even the stranger in the corner claps his hands, a glint of a smile on his face. My uncle remains silent, glaring at me with as much anger he can muster. His face reddens with the strain to keep control. I step down from the platform. Those who knew my parents well are the first to shake my hand and congratulate me. My mind is elsewhere, far from here. The only thing I want now is to deal with my uncle.

Voices fill the room with conversation and discussion. My uncle Cerny seated with the council, they are whispering back and forth as I approach. I address the council calmly, ignoring my uncle’s presence.

“May I have a moment of the councils time?”

Edger price, the oldest member of the council is the one to speak.   “Of cores child. Please approach.”

“Thank you. I wanted to inform you that I will be willing to do my demonstration at any time you wish. I am honored to be the first woman to lead Helix. To be the one to turn Helix around, bring us back to where we belong. I believe we have a lot to discuss. But that is for another day. I will be available tomorrow morning to make plans.”

The council converses for a short time, whispering back and forth. My uncle never takes his eyes of me.


I know it isn’t much more then yesterday. It’s hard to write with three kids running around and beating each other up. lol


About artfulhelix

I'm a mother to three beautiful boys, 8 years, 2 years, and 1 year old, all there birthdays in April with mine (very busy month). I am a wife to a wonderful man who supports every thing I want to do. I have 10 piercings and 11 tattoos, more tattoos coming soon. I am an artist, painting, tattooing, sculpting (haven't done that for a long time), poetry, and a few small crafts. As an artist I felt writing was the next logical step for me. I am enjoying every minute of it, writing, blogging (never thought I would blog), and critiquing. I not only want to talk about my book and the writing proses, but art in general in my blog. I would like to share a poem I wrote a few years ago, but is so me. I came up with it when a very old woman came up to me on the side walk and said " Do you know you are going to hell?" laughing a little inside I said "No, why am I going to hell?" "Because you have desecrated the lords temple with all your piercings and tattoos!" She looks so serious when she said this. I said "I'm not desecrating, I'm decorating!" well that made her mad of course, and she stomped off. later I wrote this: You look at me that way in disgust and disdain I’m pierced and tattooed I must be insane But who are you to judge when you kneel down and pray Just because our beliefs are not the same We are not so different you and I for we are all the same when we die This is nothing against religion, merely about judgment in general. Can't wait to share more of what I love and who I am.

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