Belle Vie: Beautiful Life

Depression has always been a part of my life.  Ever since I was a child, it was something I struggled with.  I thought that I would never be able to be happy.  To feel normal and emotionally balanced.  Then I met him.  Well, I literally ran into him. My doctor had suggested running as an activity to both keep me active and to help clear my head before the day kicked into full gear.  Running in the morning had become routine for me.  I found that I enjoyed the fresh crisp air and the blood rushing through my body as it worked hard.  I was running my usual route, when I looked over to see the ducks on the pond as I passed.  In that small second I ran into a man who was looking down at his phone.  We both tumbled to the ground in a mess of colors and scrapes. “I am so sorry!” I said, standing up. “Don’t worry about it.  I should have probably been watching where I was going.” I gave a little smile, it was the best I could do under the circumstances.  I’d never really thought

“I never stood a chance, did I?” “That’s the sad part—you did once.” The feeling of emotion was evident as the two spoke.  Even though they couldn’t see each other, they felt what the other felt.  They were very good at expressing emotion. “Then why did you make me say that stupid stuff that ruined everything?” “Me?  That was all you.  I even suggested better things, but no.  You just had to go with what you thought was right.  If only you’d listen to me.” “I do listen to you, but sometimes I have much better ideas.” “Sometimes?  You mean you think you have better ideas all the time.  If I had eyes, I’d roll them.” “Look, you're the wise one, I’m the feeling one.  That means that you do what’s right, and I do what feels good at the time no matter the consequences.” The other felt pity for its counterpart, even though the situation was entirely its own fault “Ah!  I hurt so much!” Mind sighed.  “That’s what happens when you get broken, Heart.  You hurt.

When I first saw the color red, it was the big bow that the master put on me so that his wife would be surprised come christmas morning.  Ever since then, red is the only color I see, because it’s the color that started my story.  Black and white surround me, but I can see the red roses that the master bought his wife for their anniversary.  And I see more roses a few years later after she gives birth to a son.  The little boy, Jay, has curly hair and is always dressed in red.  He pounds on my keys, but I don’t mind.  I look after him, and he makes sure I stay in tune.  The mistress doesn't play me that much anymore now that she has the responsibilities of being a mother. When Jay is seven years old, he begs his mother to learn to play me the way she does.  Finally giving in, a teacher arrives and Jay learns to play.  It has been so long since I was used properly.  It feels good to make real music again.  The child’s teacher always wears a red bow tie and he nervously clears hi

Present…. I often wondered how something so evil, could be so beautiful at the same time.  Then I realized that it is because the evil is so ugly, but the thing itself is breathtaking. My name is Amare, and this is the story of how I became what I am today.  Am I a monster?  Well, I will leave that for you to decide.  A very wise person once asked me “Does war make monsters, or do monsters make war?” A long time ago I would have said that monsters make war and the heroes fight against it.  But that was a very, very long time ago.  Almost before the beginning of time.  I have now lived three thousand years on this earth, and have learned a great many things.  Things about love.  Things about death. Past…. “Lady Amare, the warrior, Bellum, has regrouped his army.” My second in command told me as he entered through the flaps of my tent. “He just never gives up does he.” I phrased it as statement instead of a question and Concilium knew that.  The soldier merely grin

“Well, would you look who I ran into.” Crowed Coincidence. “Oh please,” Flirted fate.  “This was meant to be.” Coincidence let his gaze travel about the room.  Of all the other women in the building, he had run into Fate.  Clearly this occurrence was a strike of luck.  “I must disagree, madam.  Of all the ladies in the room it just happened to be you rushing around the corner and into my arms like that.” Fate batted her long eyelashes and gave a sly grin.  “I don’t believe in luck, Coincidence.  And I don’t think you should either.  It was obviously divine will that we met here today.” Coincidence shook his head.  “There is no such thing as divine will, it just seems as if our meeting was in my cards.” Having enough of the discussion, Fate put her hand on her hip and strode away.  She joined a group of her friends and put her arm around the one named, Destiny and led her away from the others.  “Can you believe this guy?” She asked nodding over her shoulder to where Coin

Greetings!  The purpose of this blog is for me to share my writing.  Usually short stories that I've written.  I'm hoping that I'll have the time to post regularly, but if this beautiful life that we're living gets in the way of that, then so be it. Belle Vie is French for Beautiful Life.  I thought that it was fitting, even though this is a writing blog, because without a beautiful life, there would be no beautiful writing and no beautiful words. Words are one of the most amazing forms of self expression.  In them one can find joy, sadness, anger, depression, love, hate, pretty much all of the emotions possible to a human being can be found and expressed in words. Words are endless.  They last forever.  Once they are said they can't be taken back.  Be careful what you say.  Be careful what you write.  Words are power.  They can either build up, or destroy.  Loving words is both a blessing and a curse.  They allow a person to paint a beautiful picture that each m