Beyond the Fiery Horizon - (c) 2012-13 CBuenavista All rights reserved On Saturday afternoons I'd sit by the sea to watch the sunset. The sea glows with glittering gold, shades of purple, hints of magenta, streaks of blues, tinges of orange, reds, and browns. Sunsets signal the end of another wonderful day. Slowly waning, daylight fades into the mist. I listen intently to the surf - funny how it sounds more mellow and velvety as nightfall approaches compared to its brash mutterings and roiling crushes under the bright noonday sun. My mind wanders far beyond the fiery horizon. It is on fire. It looks as if the great blacksmith has just pumped his bellows, stoking the furnace letting the embers burst into many sparks. Somewhere out there is an island waiting for me. Someday, I will sail across this very ocean and land upon the shores of that new world. With palpable sadness and a heavy heart I will leave my village. Inevitably that day of departure will come but I will be brave. Life must go on and I will take with me boatloads of wonderful memories. I will miss my friends, my family, and my dog Marshall. I will miss my favorite spot along the shore where I sit and watch as the sun slowly sets... the sun bidding the day goodbye.
Writing Sample 2
Anitos - (c) 2012-13 CBuenavista All rights reserved When I was a little girl my grandfather told me stories about anitos. Anitos are wooden carvings that represent deities or gods to whom the superstitious natives offered sacrifices and to whom they submitted personal requests and supplications. It almost sounded like idolatry. There was one such anito that was planted deep into the ground in a public park not too far from where we lived. It appeared to be the likeness of an owl. Local folklore tells of its powers. If one ever needed to be crafty this is the anito that can grant you that gift of being sly and crafty as a fox. According to the legend, a young man fell in love with a mountain maiden. The young man was inexperienced and couldn't make any progress to advance his cause. So he prayed to the owl anito to grant him the slyness and persuasiveness of a cunning fox to win over the young maiden's heart and so that they can marry. The young mountain maiden consented to marry the young man. During the night after the wedding, when the young man and the maiden first spent their nuptial night together, a strange thing happened. In the darkness the mountain maiden turned into a screeching owl, her likeness mirrored the owl anito, the same one to whom the young man prayed. The owl wasted no time. It savagely attacked the newly-wed husband, tearing his flesh with its pointed beak and ripping his chest open with its razor-sharp talons. Early in the morning, the chambermaid called out to the newlyweds for breakfast. No answer. The chambermaid, thinking that both were still fast asleep, quietly entered the honeymoon suite. It was then that the gruesome scene was discovered. It was very strange. The young man's body was missing its heart.