Sindy Leah Fitz
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"Everyone is different and that is what makes everyone special." However, change through curiosity is the true mark of character. Let's explore all that is to be uncovered. Join me to look at life through as many lenses as possible.
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Wheel of the Fortunate
Wheel of the Fortunate by Sindy Fitz Broken and stained, the sidewalk was sticky from the thick humid air attaching itself to everything like a damp blanket still hot from the dryer. It's an eerie thing with Christmas in a few weeks, I don't think I have seen snow or even felt a cold breeze for years now. The walk to this hostel feels like it takes twice as long since the "Fortunate Day". I'm so sick of living like this, working for a twisted and corrupt industry. Finding gullible, lost, unfortunate people to tear apart. Gameshows used to be fun, hell I remember when I would stay home from school watching the price is right, card sharks, wheel of fortune. Funny that we call it "Wheel of the Fortunate" its a fun twist on what is truly diabolical.
By Sindy Leah Fitz3 months ago in Fiction
Lost and Alone
Lost and Alone Knock, knock, knock. The sound of a simple rhythmic beating on the door was the beginning of a startling, unsettling and terrifying experience. Gradually growing louder, the knocks seem to be getting more angry if that is even possible to assign emotion to a sound. Bang! Bang! Bang! My first instinct is to hide, stay as quiet and still as possible almost frozen in fear or maybe anticipation. It's a very base and guttural response to such a small thing, a knock at the door. It's comical how much fear that instills in me.
By Sindy Leah Fitz3 months ago in Fiction
Seconds, Minutes and Hours
Sit down and write. This is my new motto for setting the intention to write more. Express more, by being brave enough to put myself out there with the eyes of the world on me. For that is exactly what you see, judge, and reflect upon. It is me, my work, my thoughts, my time and energy. The words spin and swirl and at times sputter onto the page. I have great expectations for myself and this also comes with the crushing blow when I can not complete my tasks I have so diligently set. As I think about the words I craft in my mind the stories I weave and so much do I need to place them in your view. The time escapes me and I walk past my keyboard for the hundredth time. Is it fear, or lack of commitment? Neither I think, its more an absence of self care. Putting so many things and people before my own selfish needs. A line drawn between what really deserves my time and my attention.
By Sindy Leah Fitz2 years ago in Motivation
Misty and Me
A time to heal, after a very long journey. I am a survivor in everyone's eyes except my own. I was beaten down left hurting and scattered. Lost in my mind of what really mattered. I was lost and alone in my broken mind struggling to find purpose and understanding of what I had been through. A higher meaning a reason at the very least. Everyday just melted into another, I was coping and settling. Support was never an issue luckily that was something I had in spades. However, I was lacking purpose. Someone who needed me, who depended on me. Someone who was in need of my help and not the other way around. Having a constant state of needing to rely on people to help me surrendering into their commands and instructions not really having a voice because really there was only one way out of this realistically. A very hard and unappealing way, still necessary though. So I did what I was told to do and it left me a shell of a person. Grateful without question but scarred and tormented which left me feeling very isolated in my feelings.
By Sindy Leah Fitz3 years ago in Petlife
Auroralite
Chapter One Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Unless the vacuum of space is actually a being and not a place. Then that is a different scenario altogether and the screams are actually the eerie sounds from space that we have all heard the recordings of from NASA. I have first hand experience with this. So I will write this down with as much information as I can give you with all the details I know.
By Sindy Leah Fitz3 years ago in Fiction
Once in Motion
Type quicker we are running out of time. Have you recovered? Do you understand why you are here and what we are doing? Wake up! Why am I on a train? I'm confused, I don't understand? Just keep typing! Let me guide you. I'm scared! Why isn't it stopping? I want to get off. There are no stops here. I made it so you can do this. Do what? Type just keep typing. I'm tired. Can we just stop for a bit? No, I don't have much time. Everytime you write, since you have been a child I have written through you. Syncing with you to become effortless. When you would write to music you felt like you zoned out and words just flowed from you. Those were the times it was me communicating through you. Do you understand? Unfortunately everytime I synced with you I drained a bit more of your life force than what you would have normally had. We are friends. You know me, we planned to do this you just don't remember. We are working together and you chose to go through this pain so we can help these beings. I’m sorry for the pain you have endured with the cancer, I was with you holding your hand giving you as much of my strength as I could. There are days I wish we didn't agree to this. Every moment I watch what your life, the good and the bad, is exhausting. It is so meaningful and only being able to communicate in this way and have it cause you pain is the harshest punishment. I'm sorry
By Sindy Leah Fitz3 years ago in Fiction
Lessons in the Garden
My father was a courageous, gentle, hardworking man steadfast and stern though subdued in his teachings. The lessons I would unwittingly learn in the magical backyard garden of my childhood home. Crouched at the knee of my father who seemed larger than life. I always found myself learning the most important lessons and advice unknowingly. Like a vine of unintentional memories left as seeds from my father to grow and sprout when the time was right. I held these tidbits of wisdom all these years.
By Sindy Leah Fitz4 years ago in Families
