Monday, February 27, 2012

A2Z Take 2: Give Me Your Love for Humanity

Last week I tried to record myself interpreting Brandon Heath's song "Give Me Your Eyes" into ASL for my G post but had trouble with the technology. But I figured out the problem and decided to go ahead and do it for both G and H, because after all, there is a line that says "Give me Your love for humanity." Works for me. ;-)


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Monday, February 13, 2012

A2Z Take 2: Fun with Any Better

Several years ago, the FaithWriters weekly challenge topic was "spring." Some of you who have been FWers for a long time may remember this story, but it's funny enough to bear repeating. As I was working on my story, I posted on the message boards that I couldn't decide on a name for my main character.

My friend and the challenge coordinator, Deb Porter, teased me by putting a list of long and archaic female names to be "helpful." When I pointed out that my character could actually be male, she put an equally funny list of unhelpful male names and asked, "any better?"

The story would have ended there if she hadn't added, "(uh, that last one wasn't a name.)"

Well, after that I just had to write a story about a guy named Any Better. I also used every single name on Deb's list and the spring topic in two different ways. Since I did so many plays on words, I decided to make a radio drama out of it. I recorded myself doing each of the voices and even added sound effects, then put it all together. (One of my bucket list dreams is being a voice in an animated movie.)

Here it is. Enjoy! 

(If the embedded file doesn't work, then try this link: Any Better recording.)

Oh, and on a related f-post, I will have been a member of FaithWriters for seven years in a couple of months. They've been incredibly instrumental in my writing career. You can read more about that in my F post from the first A 2 Z meme.

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Monday, February 06, 2012

A2Z Take 2: Employment--Whose Captives They Were

Last week I was reading in Isaiah when a verse jumped out at me with a complete story scene embedded: "the house of Israel shall possess them in the land of the LORD for servants and handmaids: and they shall take them captives, whose captives they were; and they shall rule over their oppressors." ~ Isaiah 14:2 KJV

Then it occurred to me that it fit quite well with the "employment" theme of that week's FaithWriters' challenge topic, so I pounded it out on Wednesday after midnight to get it submitted in time for the Thursday morning deadline.

We'll see on Thursday if I can add an E with an Editor's Choice win. [Thurs edit: yeah, I got 3rd place!] In the mean time, enjoy the story. (I received permission to post it early since the judging is finished.)

Whose Captives They Were

By Amy Michelle Wiley

Tauthe huddled in the corner, her emotions churning like the sea she was named for. She watched the door, her own door, and stiffened as another woman entered.

For a moment the silence stretched between them, thickening, hardening. Then Aliya spoke. “Where is my supper?”

Touthe snapped upright. How dare she speak like that? Who was she to… Touthe swallowed. “I’ll fetch it.” She’d rather die than add the “my lady” that was expected at the end of every utterance.

It trailed between them, unspoken, as she left the room. In the kitchen she stared at the fire pit. How could she be expected to bend over the hot flames, know when the meat was cooked to the right temperature, choose the right spices, any of it? She lifted a piece of wood. The rough sides bit into her hand.

Anger welled in her toward the men of her village. How could they be so weak? So stupid as to let the Israelites conquer them? To force a lady such as herself to perform work such as this?

She flung the kindling to the floor. It crashed against the wall, sending a basket of food flying.

Aliya appeared in the doorway. “What is the meaning of this?”

“I will not do it. I will not cook or clean or serve my own slave.” She spat the words. Spat, like she wished she could spit right into this woman’s face.

“Former slave.” The Hebrew woman’s face twitched, almost as though she dared smirk. “And you will. I am the mistress now.” She turned to leave, then hesitated. “There are worse possible fates, you know.” Her voice seemed almost gentle. Almost sympathetic.

She left the room.

Touthe sunk to the floor. Her body trembled, with rage and with fear. To her great consternation, tears insisted on overflowing, dripping down her cheeks to make muddy puddles on the floor. The floor wouldn’t be muddy if she were still in charge.

How would she do this? How could she do this?

Something brushed her arm. She jerked.

Aliya bent nearby, picking up the spilled basket. She turned to Touthe. “Come, I will show you how to cook. You will learn so you may do it yourself.”

What? Touthe dashed away her tears. “Why would you do that?” She expected the answer to be something about wanting unburned food, not accepting badly-done work.

“My God is one to be feared and obeyed. He will not tolerate those who do not follow Him. Yet He is also a God of mercy and love, eager to embrace those who turn to Him." Aliya held out a hand, offering to help Touthe to her feet. "He is a God of forgiveness, willing to put past transgressions behind Him, giving a second chance. I wish to be like Him.”

Touthe stared at that hand, rough and work-stained. One she herself had slapped innumerable times.

“Will you learn from me?” Aliya pressed.

Touthe took a breath and grasped her hand. As she stood to her feet, she looked into the Hebrew’s eyes and nodded.

“Yes, my lady.”

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All pictures are from The woman photo is by Hector Landaeta, the fireplace by Rene Cerney, and basket by Mari Carmen Guinovart.