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Wednesday’s Writings: Tilt Feature!

Day two of National Novel Writing Month, and I’ve had a iced green tea, iced caramel macchiato, a iced mocha at home, and 16 cups of water over the past two days. Last night, I made homemade pizza, which was was easy, since the crust was already made. I’ve also snacked on lots of post-Halloween candy.
 I skipped my workouts on Monday, so I made up for that yesterday and today. Did some walking and jogging around the neighborhood today, which helped me focus, and burn off all the snack food I eat while I write. I decided last night, after I made my 1,667 daily count, that every Wednesday I would upload in chronological order, bits of my novel. As of now, I am at 3,422 words, surpassing day one and day two’s needed word count by just a little bit. In two hours, I’ll be leaving to go to a NaNoWriMo meet-up at the best Tea house ever, and I’ll be showing up a hour early to enjoy the tea longer, and to get more plotting done ahead of time! Please enjoy, and let me know what you think!


We know you will find this letter in good health, Astra tells us so. Your Father and I will be in the stars, watching over you when you have read this. You haven’t smiled yet, but we know that you will. For you see, I just informed your Father that we will be having our first child. The look of love, and concern on his face.Oh, how I wish I could tell you. My hope is that I am able to spend my life with you, and teach you things I could never understand until I was much older. My Mother and Father were caring folks, and I wish you could’ve met them. I wish you could’ve met all your family members.

When you get mad at the gods for leaving you alone on Elia, please remember that they weren’t the ones who wanted it this way. The gods are protecting you; it’s the other beings in this world who are out to hurt you.


Angelica Wordsworth-Baker


Your Mother already picked out your name when she told me about you. We will be waiting nine months for you to arrive, and between now and then, we will be preparing for your arrival, as any graceful Queen should arrive. I want you to know that I love you. As somewhat of a procrastinator myself, i took the time to write out a family tree backed up to your great-great-grandfather’s generation, as that is when both our families arrived to this gorgeous planet.

I was born here, and I cannot marvel enough at how much better this is compared to the stories I was told about our previous inhabitants. Astra has been of great service to our family for over forty years now, and I hope that you will get to grasp her knowledge. She enjoyed living over in the desert by herself during the first twenty years, and then she moved over to the swamp lands soon after. Your Mother and I believe that she is in sorrow still, but for what, we do not know.  

You’re going to be a blessing to our small family, and we love you with all our hearts combined.


                  Charles Baxter


     Five rows of the summer’s best crops were swaying with the sun.The metal wires held up the tomatoes and keep them sorted. One six foot row of tomatoes was plenty for one person, and lots of animals. In between every tomato plant was a sweet basil, keeping the bugs away from infecting the tomatoes. In the next row, were colors of green and yellow together in a mash of squash variations. With the gardening beds all being raised and built around bricks, bugs were not allowed into the garden, except for the third row.

     The third row is where the bugs flourished, and they truly loved the variety the compost bed provided. From coffee grounds to banana peels, the bugs enjoyed it there. Even the corn field a mile away didn’t feel as great as the compost garden did, for maybe it was because they had it all to themselves.

     The sunflowers were blooming across the yard, and lined against the one hundred year old house. The herb garden weaved its way around the valley below, and the bird feeder and squirrel feeder was down in the deepest part of the valley, so the birds and squirrels could not be interrupted by my gardening work.

     Years ago, my family built the raised garden beds, knowing that the only way that we would be able to get food is by growing it ourselves. They were not good farmers, for that’s what Earth had spoiled them with; not having to farm. My Mother wished upon a star the night I was born that I could bare at least one gift, and that gift could be the skill to garden. To plant, grow, and harvest. Yet, that same minute, my Father wished upon that same star that my one gift would be that I could be a better fighter than he. The gods pitied my parents, and granted both of their wishes.

     Pulling the weeds out from under the sweet basil, I understood why the gods was generous to my parents. Did they know the fate of their lives, and mine? I suppose so. Some nights, I wish that my parents wished for other things, like the marksmanship of a astronomer. Astra’s talents left me, rather than pass unto me.
Pain etched in my heart a little, but it didn’t hurt as much as it did two and a half years ago. The morning I found her, lying there peacefully in her slumber was the morning I cried scornfully to the gods. You tortuous beings! You have left me all alone on this planet to die. You did this, you. Want to know what the gods said? Your answers lie beyond the stars. How? How can the answer I’m looking for be beyond the stars, when beyond the stars is deep darkness.

     Death was the answer I thought of for weeks.Until this morning, at least.I’ve been pulling weeds out of the garden unaware of the symbolical meaning of weeds. Weeds, they grow on the idea of something being taken away from you. Weeds, take the water, oxygen, and nutrients that was provided to you by the planter, and takes it away, like it rightfully belongs to it. I was protecting the gardening life by pulling the weeds. Were there weeds I needed to pull?

     The sun was beginning to rise in the West, as well as in the East. Both were equal in size, and in distance from this world I call “home.” Eden, was currently rising in the East, as if mocking the Sun that is in the Earth’s solar system. Esman, however, was countering Eden’s Eastward move, and was rising in the East.It was dear Astra who had named these two solar beings, along with many others, for we had no other ways to communicate about the stars than through folklore and science. The atmosphere was cooling now during this late summer season, and the sweat began trickling down my face.

     Two and a half years ago feels like just yesterday, and Astra was just like a friend to me. We would stay up for a couple of nights, and that’s when I would learn about why there’s few stars here around us.

     “It’s because some of the stars have gone to other galaxies, where it is safer my child.” Astra would point to an empty dark place, and talked about the one who stayed behind to watch Earth.

     “It wasn’t for any good reasons dear,” Astra opened up an old book and showed a picture of a Scorpion, drawn together in the sky.”Scorpius, he is protecting Earth, but few believe that now. Even years ago, only the Egyptians and Babylonians thought he was good. Others see death and darkness. What do you see?”

 I see nothing, I feel nothing.
Is that why that memory tugs on my sleeve? Placing the weeds in a wheelbarrow, I got up and could barely feel my right foot. After having sat there and pulled weeds for half an hour’s time, I decided I could go pick some ripe tomatoes before the Sun’s rays would be overwhelming. Tossing the weeds into the wheelbarrow,a cloud moved over Eden, and I was given momentary relief before getting back to work.

     “Sweltering Sun today, dear.” Her voice was soft and her hair was laying still against her dress. My hair wasn’t as still, so I was able to tie my hair in a tie as we both crouched down to pick the tomatoes.

     “Astra wasn’t sure you would be feeling up to gardening today, after staying up so late last night.” My Mother was looking at me with great care, and her brown eyes soothed my soul.

     “Feeling up to it? It’s gorgeous outside today Mother, why wouldn’t I want to be outside?”

  Her face still haunts me to this day.

     I picked the tomatoes, with a tear touching my lips. It’s been ten years since my Father passed away. He had passed away just hours before my Mother had come and gardened with me, but she hadn’t had the heart to tell me that Father had died. It wasn’t until we had picked all the strawberries and removed all the weeds, did she sit me down by the Sunflowers and tell me.
  Why did you have to line the house with Sunflowers?

     My Mother had talked about removing the Sunflowers after his death, but I would spend night after night, sleeping by the stems, hoping he would return. I’d look up, and see darkness surrounding me. Yet, the Sun and his flowers protected me.

     Father died during the summer, and Astra died during the Spring. My Mother died the same way. She was found, peacefully sleeping, never to awake. It was I who found her, on Christmas Eve. Astra and I spent Christmas burying my Mother next to her King.

     And on the thirteenth month of that year, I was ceremoniously crowned Queen of Elia, after a week of mourning. A Queen with no King.

     Every day, I pray to the ones who protect me and nature. What is my fate? I do not know. For years, I thought Astra knew everything, and even now I wonder what it was like to know the stars and gods like she did. Did she know about the royal dynasty dying off, with me?

     She must’ve, I concluded after all the tomatoes were in the wicker basket. Could it be that the gods envied our race that badly, that we were eventually sent away to be killed, one by one? Each death has happened five years apart, and if the pattern continued, my death was coming during my twenty-sixth year of life.

     Pushing the thought aside, I turned towards the house and begin walking towards the swaying Sunflowers.The wild bees were pollinating this time around, and the Sunflowers was there resource for Food and shade.Out from the shadows of the pine trees, the tail of my feline friend was fluctuate in the still air. His yellow eyes were soft and gleaming, as if he just had a fantastic time watching the birds down in the valley.

     “Felix, what are you up to?” I called to him when he started looking up the base of the oak tree not far from the forest.

     His tail curled, and sprung up the tree, trying to cling on to the bark. This was a common everyday exercise and every day the result was the same. Felix would try to climb up the tree to reach the lowest branch, which was twenty feet in the air. He’d get about fifteen feet up, and then stop. Gravity was pulling against his claws and fur, and Felix would slide off or fall down, and meow unhappily that he wasn’t able to conquer his quest for the day.

     After his defeat, Felix came over my direction, his eyes still soft. His black and white fur was in disarray after his fall into the grass. He trotted my way, and snaked in between my dress, plopping down at my feet, showing me his tummy. Did he not see the full basket of food, or was he just playing with me?

     I reached down, and patted him on the nose, and got back up and walked toward the house with Felix following me. The house was on top of a small hill, and there were no trees around for three hundred feet around. The incline up to the house was slow, but steep. My great-great-grandparents picked this location when building the house, because it was free from trees and you could overlook the garden below.It wasn’t until my great-grandfather who built the garden, and then my Grandfather built the cabins over at Schwan and Wasser. I’ve only been over to Schwan and Wasser twice since Astra died, and I hadn’t planned a trip back to Wasser yet.

     The outside of the house was cream white, and the bricks were lined and rough to help protect the house from storms.The sunflowers would take up the South side of the house going well with the dark green colored siding to the roof. The top of the roof had a silver glare to it during the day, and at night the panels on the roof would flatten, restoring energy for collecting tomorrow’s sun energy. The solar energy took the longest to install, was the story that has been passed down to me. I’ve been able to keep it in working order, because both Eden, Esman, and Elia have been nice to me. I thank them for the solar energy, for I am able to use the energy to power my stove in the kitchen, and the electricity in the house.

     During the day, the electricity that is used in the house is to keep the small refrigerator and freezer running, as well as  the stove (when needed). In the evenings, when it is too dark to use the sunlight coming in from the windows, (or when it is that odd shade of light and dark together), the energy stored from that previous day runs the lights for the night, and the stove for dinner.

     Over towards the edge of the round hill, about twenty yards away, is the well that holds the water that is re-purposed only for the house.It’s been doing quite good this summer, for I was worried that it was going to dry out three months ago.

     Drought season was finally over two months ago. I was able to travel over to Wasser area, and collect all the water that was in the rain barrels, and bring them over here. That was a two hundred mile ride there and back, and honestly I’m curious why my family never invested in a water pipeline to send water from Wasser to Fluss. When, however, you calculate the tools we have and don’t have, it’s easy to see how it’s not possible. There’s also another catch: There’s only just me here, and to build those pipelines, I would need more help.

     I’ve put the pipeline plans on hold, until I come up with a better plan. One day, I will, but anyways, water control was a big deal to my family, and is still to me. I only use the water as much as I have to now. My great-great-grandfather used it so much, that we almost destroyed a canal. Story has it, that he used most of the water to take those lightly baths he was never allowed to at home. Why did he have to do so now at home?

     After that, the Wordsworth family began to cut on their water rations. My great-grandmother, knew of her Father’s mistakes, and thought of a solution, within a month, and had it built after three years of trials. After your bath, shower, or washing dishes, the water used would be filtered through the pipeline, and then go to a swell twenty yards away, where it was always full. This well would then use the walls to sterilize the water, and then you could reuse the water from your baths, showers, etc. again, and not be using the same water as before.

     There was an uproar from the family about that well, because they were worried about the chemicals. She proved that there were no chemicals, because we were living on Elia. Both Eden and Esman’s sun rays would filter through the atmosphere, and reflect on the wells inner and outer walls, and the mixing of the rays of light is what cleanses the water. Elia’s atmosphere allowed us to breathe, and also allowed us to re-purpose the water again. No chemicals, just a new and clever way of reusing what we can.


Thank you for reading this, and every Wednesday I'll upload a good portion

of Tilt for everyone to see! I am working on my grammar, tone, and voice to write in, but this is a slow learning curve for it takes a while to learn to master the different options in writing. Also, Wasser, Fluss, and Schwan are all German words.

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