Wow! What a year it has been, the good, the bad, the dangerous? Cast aside to my think bin.
I set a few goals, a bit of this, and some of that; nothing has made me happier than writing. Though, after another 12 months of trying to play catch-up and not having the time to complete all I know I can. After 12 months of consideration, I have decided to take a break from blogging – it won’t be forever, just until June 2022.
I want to thank every one of you for supporting and inspiring my life. 2021 has been quite the challenge, and I officially recognise, I need to take a step back from this and focus intensely on my main goal. Of course, I will continue to read other blogs and show my love and support for my fellow Creative Writers – But for now, Crow and I shall fly through the skies in the hopes to return to you in two thousand and twenty-two.
Around this time last year, I vowed to post a creative piece each day. I’m happy to state that I achieved that goal, surpassed it even!
I’ve created and shared 644 creative pieces with you. Ranging from love and appreciation to nightmares and the depths of hell. I’ve enjoyed the embrace of the world of fellow Creative Writers and I implore you all to continue to write and share your pieces.
Before time transitions into 2021, I wanted to take a moment to thank you. Each one of my followers, subscribers, random viewers and surely friends of our universe.
I’m forever thankful.
This year has been quite challenging for me on a gargantuan scale. I started 2020 with rotten remnants of 2019 clawing away at my ankles. I tried burning the pale arms but they clung on for dear life.
June arrived and I found glimmers of hope within my heartbeats. The magical vibe I emit began to warm up once again.
Today, 31st December 2020 I can confidently say, ‘I have levelled up!’ the fuck I’m waiting to exhale in this life. I grabbed a machete and sliced the claws off my smooth ankles. (I did that in November.) I feel I must add that while 2019 was a diabolical year, I had to wade through that bullshit to become a better woman today.
I’ll forever be thankful that our universe is plentiful.
That the crows, crow around me.
That my words inspire, anger and delight.
That my heartbeats, although temporary create powerful feelings.
That I exist in this life, in our universe, on this page.
I’ll be sharing creative pieces at least once a week, preferably on a Monday! The reason for this is because I hope to develop more in-depth posts, some of which aim to help fellow Creative Writers.
‘I’m the not the highest grade of weed in the dispensary.’ – Charlemagne Tha God. But I’ll be dammed if I allow my weaknesses within my writing to hold me back. – Dame Unique
I know the world is ‘going through it,’ literally! I wish you all a Creative New Year!
He opens the blinds in my bedroom and although it’s 0444 the sky is pitch black.
I blink a few times and then rub my eyes.
I noticed his sapphire blue eyes are gleaming now, Crow is happy. Elated in fact. I slip out of bed and say, ‘what happened the sun?’
‘Unique, don’t you know what day it is today?’
‘Crow, sweetie, I’ve already told you – Sunday the 12th of July 2020’
I then wink at Crow and head into the bathroom. I’m guessing I’m imagining the blackness outside. Maybe the time is wrong, and I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night? Either way, something is off today.
I brush my teeth.
I squeeze a large portion of coconut shower gel onto my navy-blue washcloth and wash away the night before.
A fine ballad of tweeting reverberates through our home and shakes the blueberry candle, just a little.
I dry off, dress and apply the perfect layer of Ruby Woo by Mac on my lips.
I enter the kitchen and look around for Crow. He’s not here – he’s usually eating bagels by the time I finish getting ready. I glance outside and see that it’s pitch-black. I check my watch and see the time is 0722. The sun is usually out by now.
I walk cautiously out into the hallway and slowly open the front door. The sweet song from above is utterly divine. I’m looking up and above my house is a? Well, what looks like a giant-size sheet of? Black. I walk down the driveway and hum along with the blackness above me. I recognise this tune, only I’ve never heard it in this manner. Piano Sonata No. 14 Beethoven
The shape above me looks like a triangle, off in the distance I see sunlight and at the very front of this black triangle, I notice a glint of blue.
The blue moves forward, separating itself from the shape. And there I realise Crow has grown – at a guess, he’s 3 metres long and his sapphire blue eyes are the size of Granny Smith apples.
He swoops down toward me, shouting, ‘UNIQUE GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?’
I smile as he lands right beside me, his jet-black feathers blowing the last few shower droplets out of my sapphire blue braids. I stroke his left-wing and whisper, ‘we now have 100 followers!’
Crow squawks to the black plume above and that’s when I see a murder of 100 crows breakaway from one another and release blue sparkly words of love and appreciation.
They then disperse and fly away in different directions, across our universe.
Crow and I stand at the end of our driveway and salute all of you!