G is For Golden Media #AtoZChallenge @AprilA2Z

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G is For Golden Media

They say the devil is the prince of the air. He is in our cell phones, our computers, and possibly the television. If this is true then he has taught me many maddening wonders- many, many bad things. Very bad things as Drake says because if God does indeed have a plan, yet the devil is the prince of the air, then I cannot run far-too fast away from him. This means he is in the sugar white clouds I dreamt of sitting on as a child. This means, alongside my God he is the brilliant green of grass that shoots up from dark ebony grounds and he is the coffee grounds I heat and drink in the mornings.

If the devil is the prince of the air, then he is indeed watching my schoolwork, my media accounts and perverse himself in my poems and stories. He lives in my water. The water we all wish was organic, pure and fresh but he is there also. If he is the prince of the air then I see him in the building’s faces so shiny and so much glass and scrapes the sky with offices built like legos and little people, with little suitcases, and little hair sit in chairs and work. Because if we do not work, we do not eat.

And then I realize maybe it is not that deep. I do damage scrambling for sleep because I think and I think and I think and I realize he is in the air I breathe. I feel like the Apostle Paul with a thorn in his side. Just always there. Always. Freaking. There. Who cares what the thorn is? Preachers try to sound all pompous and mysterious trying to gauge what it is. Non-believers do the same and I say- who cares? It was a source of pain. Always there. Jesus in his ear, the thorn in his side

My thorn? Bad news, Tweets, Dings and Pings, Alarms, Notifications all in my pocket- back of the butt

Copyright 2018 Erica Jean Smith


Heaven or Nah?(the conclusion )

Taking my hand, this man who felt new and old to me, I let him lead me through the beautiful, forest. The sun, about three suns shone brightly. There was no darkness, no shadows.

Wanna know the super cool, mysterious inspiration for this story? Click to skip to it!

Then roughly, I am pulled tight up against him. Our naked bodies- whatever they were made of, felt a thousand times more sensitive than on earth. Many tingles rippled throughout my body, causing me to moan.

Suddenly it all came to me.

Tipping my head up with a finger, the handsome being drags his lips across mine like twin feathers rubbing against each other. His arms wrapped about my waist and then our lips pressed harder.

His mouth was a like a vacuum sucking me up into the feeling, into his lips and his touch.

Teeth, tongue, mouths wet clashed and clanged against each other full of unnatural want and need.

My heart, wherever that was, beat loud in my ears. My spirit was incendiary and instead of seeing colors. I FELT them.

“Who are you?” I asked after we pulled away. I had to gasp for breath. I couldn’t help but stare at and through this magnificent man. “I think I know you.”

The right side of his mouth curled into a smile. A wicked, sexy one. “You know me, Nanine. I am yours back there.”

My skin prickled in confusion and excitement. Both his large hands rubbed down the length of my arms. I made the mistake of looking into his eyes. Which suddenly looked like small, twin planets. In them and through them, I saw what looked like stars, bursts of light and a shadow of doubt and of love.


“Adin. My name is Adin.” He said wearily.

“Adin! The love of my life!??” My brain snapped back to the past. The white hospital room, the alcohol scent, sick smells, the wailing of my family. My boyfriend, Adin.

The cancer that ate my life.

I am dead. But what am I now?

“You are one of us.”

“Wait. One of you?” I pull back farther. I am happy to see Adin, but what was he doing here?

Once again, he heard my silent question.

“I am with everyone in their final hour, Nanine.” His brows furrowed. “I have always been with you. Exclusively in your last hours though.”

“No. We. We dated. We were planning to get married. Remember?” Sunlight began drift from over his face, slowly and his skin began to lose its glow., a beautiful shade of navy and purple midnight crossed his handsome features.

“We have been together some time, Nanine. I, particularly like you, but I am not what you’ve been thinking. You already know my name, don’t be afraid to say it.”

The words bubbled in my subconscious. His name floated on every wind trail, every cell of my body. It was in every kiss. Every whispered conversation.

Every look.

The name that was ancient and forever. An ancient forever name, an event no one can escape.

“The cold one. The one that should not have been. A perfect, exact non-discriminatory design.”

His eyebrow raised. His full lips twitched.

Death.” I said as the suns dipped lower and we were finally cloaked in darkness. I heard the humming of women and children. A gentle tune of sorrow and loss. But saw no one. It was just us.

He nods solemnly, his long brown hair and brawny body, lithe and muscular, shimmers and shifts to a more pale color, a design slowly crawls over his left torso, down his left rib cage. Ink. Ebony ink, in the shape of a huge, black scorpion.

Gone were the rainbows, the squirrels- life. We both stood in a dark forest. I did not hurt. There was no devil chasing me.

“You can move around however you wish here. There is a boundary you can not go beyond though.” He points behind me and up into the sky where I see a silver lining arc across the night sky.

“So this isn’t, heaven? Is there a heaven?”

“Heaven….” He comes over to me and take my hand. His feels like a solid block of ice. “Heaven is in your mind.”

“Then the churches and the bible was wrong.”

He did not flinch when I said bible. Wasn’t he bad or something? Evil? Did he believe in God’s word? Funny I should be this judgmental in the afterlife.

“Actually, darlin’ the bible is a snippet of stories woven together to tell truths based off of personal experiences. I can not say it is completely wrong, but your finite minds cannot grasp the whole truth.” He lands another soft kiss on my lips, surprising me by how soft and cold his kiss is. “But you accepted me and kept your mind open. Which is why you’re here.”

Adin went on to explain that others before me, made it here, but are in another location. Others who pass on, stay in darkness forever, their minds shut down. He called it ultimate hell.

With a thought, I wished it light again. I wished for the silver blue oasis of water and the birds and squirrels and it made my Adin happy. When I opened my eyes again…all had come true.

Unfortunately he told me there are men, women, and children whom he granted the Kiss of Death to and I felt a familiar pang in my chest. Could be jealousy, not sure. But I watch his naked back as it turns away and walks into the clearing of the forest, the ground lighting up as he walks his path and into some void I can not see. A path where he will collect more of the dying.

I wonder if I will be alone here forever…


©Copyright 2017 Ericajean

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed the conclusion to my Flash Walk story.

***BONUS: What inspired me to write this story?***

A few years back, I had a dream that I was “trapped” in this wooden gazebo thingee. It was big enough all around but I could touch the smooth glass and peek through it looking at life all around me. Somehow, without anyone telling me, I knew I was dead.

The gazebo kept me encased where “the dead belong” but I was floating and there were others around me in these small gazebos.

Inside me a voice said, I can move about but not past the gazebo, because then my spirit would fall.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this. Stay tuned for more blog posts and stories this month!


Invoking My Muse: Is God Taking the Wheel, or Is it Me When I Write?

As God unlocks my mind... I want to settle an internal debate within my mind.

I just have to get this down on my blog or I will literally burst into a million words landing on the screen in gibberish. I will try and take my time with this…promise.

Am I a believer  who writes fiction?

Or, a writer who happens to believe in God? (I am straying away from the word Christian…too political at this point. Long story.

I ask myself this all the time while I write. Happily, I visited Mike Duran’s blog post titled “More or Less of Me” and he states:

Each one of us is uniquely “God-like,” or if you prefer, “like God.” So when we sing, “More of You and less of me,” aren’t we denying something central to who we are? Of course, you need “more of God.” But, being that you’re fused with His DNA, you also need “more of you” — at least, THE REAL YOU.

I swear I never knew I would land on that particular post, but God works in mysterious ways as the cliche goes.

However, how does this solve the question of who I am as a writer? This is important to me because the works I put out there will be unique and mostly based on my experiences, observations, dreams, and thoughts given by the Muse and whatever else inspires me.

Well, for one thing I have life because of God.

He created me in His image, meaning that whatever I have inside of me is creative, and He wants me to write, He gave me the ability to tell stories. Ever since I was a little  girl I told stories to my family just off the top of my head. It gave  me a rush to come up with horrific little tales.

Secondly, before believing in Him I was writing anyway. At the age of 8 I wrote the “Snow Princess”. Designed the cover, used binding material from the crafts store and everything. It was a lovely ten page story: pretty, romantic, sweet, and had a hint of the speculative(which are the books I read today). So this leads where?

All of the above leads to this one thing: Once I came into the knowledge of God, I didn’t stop writing what I want to write. My purpose has always been to entertain and purge myself of  thoughts and imaginations equally. The stories are based on fictional people and circumstances, however I believe every story has a keen message.

In the book of Esther, God’s name isn’t mentioned at all. I think this is for good reason. This book wanted to show the mercy and justice of God through the eyes of Esther and her risking her own life for her people. This book has the face of God without even mentioning His name. Besides isn’t His love and actions more than enough?

This is not to say that Christian books with overt themes of salvation, redemption, sin, and chastity are wrong. On the contrary, these works are still beautiful and are desperately needed in today’s broken world.

I am still a HUGE fan of Amish stories and will contunue to get those Beverly Lewis and Cindy Woodsmall paperbacks. Yet, we can learn much from any story, right?

If you have the same or opposing views, please comment here. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Top 100 Women of the Bible, A Book Review

Barbour Publishing

I had the opportunity a few years ago to purchace a Choice Books paperback titled The Top 100 Women of the Bible (Top 100 Series). I must say that I have never been so encouraged by a “list” of something I’ve read. From Abigail to Zipporah, Pamela McQuade inspires us with a sumary of the women’s lives and then guides the reader into why the women made the choices they did and how this affects our walk with God today.

Although the book was awesome, I must admit that each woman had some connection to a man. There was no way you could mention a female without mentioning what she done for Paul or how she won a battle with a man at her side, but this doesn’t detract from the awesomeness in which God placed in her. The bible is filled with mostly men writing the Gospels and making sacrifices unto God, but the women clearly had duties such as Judge, Queen, Mother, Wife, or business owner. How encouraging!

My personal favorites were: Ruth, Esther, the Proverbs 31 Woman, and Deborah the judge and prohphetess.

Want a quote from the book?

“Why did Jael suddenly become so vicious?  We can only guess.”(From the Top 100 Women of the Bible, published by barbour Publishing, Inc. Used by permission)


The Top 100 Women of the Bible

Pamela McQuade

Barbour Publishing(2007)

ISBN: 978-59789-669-6

Price: $9.99(On Amazon for $4.99 right now)

Tracking an Author Series…When Your Character Deviates From the Plan

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I had a plan. I had an outline. I had to type. Everything was laid out as it was in the foundation of the world. Somehow my character leapt from the pages, strangled me and told me they didn’t like what I had planned.






The plan was for the hero to be a human boy.

The plan was for the un-human to be a girl.

The plan was for them to instantly fall in love.

What happened was opposite of all those things. I am unsure if it is because my muse has been different music I’ve listened to at night or the books I have been reading. I will focus on that another time, but for now-don’t you just love and hate that at the same time? The beauty of story is that you as the writer is playing as “god”. As what happened during Adam and Eve’s day, they kinda sorta deviated from God’s plan, but it brought forth something new…Free Will.

Yes Eve listened to the serpent.

Yes Adam took part of it.

Yes God was disappointed.

Yet their banishment from Paradise and the children they had went through many journeys(and still are) to make for interesting chapters. Okay, hopefully that wasn’t a terrible analogy but there you have it. I deviated from my plan of not being religious.

Happy writing! 🙂

Book Review Alert! Dr. David Jeremiah’s ‘Angels’

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Continuing on our unearth bound friends’ world, I have finally finished the nonfiction work of Dr. David Jeremiah’s. Angels certainly explained the questions I’ve always had as a child and then there were some questions that just had to be left alone.

The highlights of the book, is that it is highly organized while keeping it light for the rest of us who just need a basic explanation of what angels are and how much attention should we give these beings. The book went on to explain angels in dreams as well stating: “Angels can show themselves in our dreams as it did Jacob saw them first on the stairway to heaven”(paraphrased from Angels, pg. 100). So yes, it appears that angels have appeared in many people’s dream in the bible, from Jacob to Joseph.

Gratefully, for some readers, Jeremiah didn’t spend a whole lot of time on Hell’s Angels as he calls the fallen ones in his book, but he does spend a few pages on the fall of Lucifer and the angels which fell to hell with him. This seemed significant as we must remember that God created all beings and Satan being an angel was created too-with the ability to make a choice.

This book was very enlightening and I recommend it as a companion in your bible study because the chapters entitled: “Showing Us How to Worship” and “Showing Us How to Work” are great pieces on how we can be as close to God now before we even die and go to heaven. The angels are constantly worshiping Him in a fashion we can all learn from.

So how much attention should we give angels? Well, don’t worship them, worship Him as the one who made them and learn from the angels, thank God for these beings who help and serve those who will inherit salvation!

Be encouraged from this book and share with a friend also!

Rating: 5/5 Stars

Title: Angels

Author: Dr. David Jeremiah

Published: 2006, by Multnomah