Bubbling happiness.

Dull days. After 5 awesome days in Rome with my mother, these dull days appeared to kick me in my face. So I got back to my Greek lessons and a lot of reading to make it all go away, to forget. Even the clock’s tongue got bored, everything was lazy and calm, going nowhere.

And then: BAM! It struck me like a lightning, coming out of nowhere, hitting me with full force right between my ribs, bubbling up, sizzling close to my heart, then going up-up, almost making me choke. What’s happening? I looked around and nothing changed and yet everything was different. That damn smile in the mirror was mine and it was for real, a huge smile, ear to ear. Inside I was bubbling, I could feel it. I was a bottle of champagne. Got my keys and my coat and went out for a walk; well, technically it was a walk-jump, walk-jump thing. I walked down the street, the same freaking street that I walk all the time and I could feel my muscles stretching, that smile still on my face. Again, odd. Then I realized that my disease had a very complicated and hard name to spell: HAPPINESS. Damn it! So that’s what happened.

I turned back home to analyze it. It was impossible, happiness doesn’t just hit you, just like that. Looked in the mirror, straight into my eyes: yup, happiness. But I had the proof there, it hit me. Something changed, twisted and turned in the deep layers of this precious little me and when this happiness struck me, there was no wall to stop it and it went right into me, bubbling me, possessing me. I still can’t believe I’m happy, I keep touching my face to confirm that this thing is for real.

God, I really hope I’m not dreaming!

Guest Post – Ruth Ellen Parlour, Earth Angel tour

It’s nearly the end of my blog tour and I’d like to thank Jane for hosting today!

Earth Angel is my first novel and it has developed over quite a number of years as I’ve been learning more about the writing craft.

I first developed the concept when I was a teenager and I’ve been writing stories since then, building up characters and my fictional world. Earth Angel has gone through numerous versions and rewrites and only now, 10 years since I first coined the idea, did I feel confident enough to publish it.

The thing I love most about Earth Angel is the characters. I love their quirks, secrets and their aspirations, then I love putting them through hell to see how they cope with it!

I decided to self-publish after researching in depth and becoming very enthusiastic. I could write what I wanted and publish when it was ready, not having to wait for an acceptance from an agent. Being published traditionally does not guarantee success, if your books don’t sell fast they’ll be removed off the shelves! A self-published book will stay on the virtual shelf indefinitely. Also I got to design my own book cover which was so much fun!

I’m currently working on a spin-off of Earth Angel called God Slayer which takes place 100 years before the events of Earth Angel. I’ve planned Earth Angel to be a series of four books and the spin-off to be a trilogy.

Eardesha is protected by the twelve Gods and their Earth Angels. Fighting against her destiny as an Earth Angel, Faith is returning to the temple for her lover who she had to leave behind. Gabrielle, a criminal, escapes from prison only to be guided back by the God’s to help Faith stop a war. Threatened by invasion from the Krieger, Eardesha’s military trains convicted criminals into a brutal and disposable army. Gabrielle and Faith discover a power the Gods have kept secret for thousands of years, a secret that would change the future of Eardesha, and use it to stop the war.

Ruth was born in North Yorkshire and grew up in country Durham, North East England. She is a fantasy writer for young adults and occasionally write short stories. She is currently studying a master’s degree in digital arts and design at Teesside after obtaining her BA in interior design.

She especially love bunnies, and has a cheeky lop called Bandit and one day hopes to be a fosterer for unwanted bunnies.



Earth Angel on Amazon

Twitter @RuthEParlour

This is not a poem.

did you know that sometimes I close the door
to keep you outside, to be all alone,
did you know that sometimes I fall on my knees?

please don’t close the curtains at night
I want to see the sky
and please, please don’t go until you say
because I want to remember your voice.

I could write you poems and songs
I could love you until the end of life
but a rat’s life is short
and I want to stare into your black eyes
and see the stars.

please, never let me sleep
I don’t want to close my eyes in front of you,
but please let me dream
I need to feel you close
even if you’re not

a poem