Monthly Archives: February 2013

Undying Love


12 years ago…

that’s when I met her, sitting on a bench in a park,

I instantly knew she was my soul mate with a fluttering of my heart.


11 minutes of silence…

lingered between us before a word was finally spoken,

but since that moment, our connection would never ever be broken.


10 years of marriage passed…

And I was to surprise her with a special anniversary night:

a special diamond bracelet because she was the special jewel that surrounded my life.


9 candles were burning…

then I was interrupted before I could light one more,

with that single flame missing, someone came knocking at my door.


8 gut-wrenching words…

spoken by the officer with compassion in his countenance,

I’ll never forget those words: Sir, your wife has been in an accident.


7 blocks from home…

that’s all she had left, she wasn’t very far,

but it was dark and raining and she never saw the other car.


6 times she rolled…

after the other driver slammed into her side,

when the paramedics arrived, they said she was lucky to still be alive.


5 hours of surgery…

my soul mate lying on a table, her life possibly fading,

I’m outside, alone… pacing, praying, hoping, waiting.


4 o’clock in the morning…

anticipating any possible updates or reports,

then I heard the doctor emerge from the operating room doors.


3 steps away…

that’s how far the doctor got before I saw the empty look in his eyes,

As he mouthed some words, I felt a numbing coldness rise.


2 inaudible words he muttered so softly,

but I knew what they were the moment he saw me.


2 inaudible words that brought me to my knees,

they echoed over and over in my mind: I’m sorry.


1 breath was all I could take, before

1 tear began to break, that

1 second of tormenting agony, I can never escape.


1 wish would make it right, removing

1 thought that haunts me every night, that

1 regret: why didn’t I just pick her up that night?


zero minutes go by…

where I don’t think of her, miss her, or love her.

She will forever be with me, and I will never ever forget her.


This is my…

Undying Love


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 212
For this week’s prompt, write a descending poem. You know the old saying, “Everything that ascends must descend.” Okay, maybe it goes a little different than that. Anyway, there’s a lot of stuff that descends. Find something and write it!


Writing Update: The Title, The Story, The Plan, The Cover

I am so glad that I’m finally getting this post done! I’ve been meaning to do it for the longest time but just never was able to really get around to it. This is the first update to my current writing project. It will be another fan fiction story based on all—yes, I said ALL—the I Am Number Four books (or Lorien Legacies) by Pittacus Lore.

This story will be a continuation of my first fan fiction story, The Lost Files: Sarah’s Journal, that was written last year. Although I left the story a little open at the end, I wasn’t quite sure I would continue it. After reading The Rise Of Nine, I was fairly certain I wasn’t going to continue it. You see, Sarah’s Journal was written to coexist with all the original writings. It wasn’t a fan fiction story that took place in an alternate universe; it was written like an add-on to the books by Pittacus Lore. After reading The Rise Of Nine, I wasn’t sure I could continue that continuity. But… after some time—and a lot of thinking and brainstorming—the ideas began to roll in, and I was back on task to continue the story. So, let’s hit some key points about the next story.

The Title
It’s funny, halfway through Sarah’s Journal, I had already thought of a title for the next story—if there was going to be a next one. The title stayed with me since then and even now, I love it that much more. It even sticks with the play on words that Pittacus Lore has used with the last two books, The Power Of Six and The Rise Of Nine. Although, it will keep the “The Lost Files” part of the title seeing that it is written as an add-on to the original works. The title will be: The Courage Of One.

The Story
Now I believe that Pittacus Lore’s last two titles did not refer to Number Six or Number Nine, respectively. I believe it referred to amounts versus a specific individual. The Courage Of One is also similar but plays on a little more than just that. It will undoubtedly cover Sarah Hart’s story; she is still the protagonist. But the story will include more background on a couple other characters, one of them being Gloria Ducei. The other… well, let’s just wait until that’s revealed in the story. As mentioned before, this story can—and is intended to—coexist with all the original writings, including all The Lost Files writings.

The Plan
Last year, Sarah’s Journal took 6 months to complete—from conception to completion. I really hope this one does not happen like that; I don’t think it will. That was my very first real writing project, and I really had no clue what I was doing or what to expect. At least this time around, I know what to expect… a little. Fortunately, that six month experience included rereading the original books and a lot of note taking. This time around, most of my notes are already done. The plan is to start this week on getting my thoughts (scribbled on note cards) in order and get the zero draft completed. As with any writing project, the beginning is always the hardest. Last year’s endeavor was lengthened a lot due to my incessant tendency to edit and revise while writing the draft. My biggest problem was trying to write a final draft on the first pass. LOL! Like I said: I had no clue what I was doing. My aim now is to get a working draft down and go from there. It doesn’t have to be perfect. I just need to get it started and in existence.

One other thing… unfortunately for those interested in reading the story, you will have to wait until the entire story is complete and final. Unlike most fan fiction stories uploaded to sites like Wattpad or FanFiction, I cannot upload a chapter at a time as I go. I’m certainly no “one shot” writer—even my short stories take on changes and revisions before I finish them. I know how I write and what I expect from myself as a writer to know that I will want it close to perfection and that I’m sure changes will be made. Sarah’s Journal was a great example of that. By the time I was writing the last chapters, the story had changed so much that I needed to go back and do a lot of revising to fit in the necessary elements required to make the story flow correctly. And in all honesty, I’m glad I did it that way because the story would not be what is today; I would have regretted leaving out the new story lines and/or making readers go back and reread sections if changes were made after posting. Be rest assured, I will do my absolute hardest to get this story completed and posted before the fourth installment of the I Am Number Four series is released. And if my sources are up to date, The Fall Of Five is scheduled to be released in August 2013. I would hope I get it completed well before that. Of all things, I’m really—I mean REALLY—anxious to get this story out and get busy writing again.

The Cover
Normally this probably shouldn’t be a big deal, but I love covers. I even did one for Sarah’s Journal. It wasn’t spectacular or anything, just basic really. I even redid it when I did the cover for The Courage Of One to match it better. I usually don’t like having pictures of people on the covers because it takes away some imagination when reading it. When I see a movie before reading the book, I tend to visualize the actors as the characters versus creating my own image of them. Anyway in this case, I really wanted to convey the point that The Courage Of One is not specifically about Number One—as the title may suggest—or just about one person but instead the three characters I mentioned earlier. I’m a big fan of silhouettes, so I thought this would be the way to go….

BookCover - IANF-TLF-The Courage Of One (1)

(Yes, if you look closely, I did leave a little detail in the silhouettes; I didn’t completely black-out the pictures. Hopefully this still holds a little mystery to things.)

So, that’s it for now. I will try to post updates as to how progress is being made. All updates will be made through this blog, but I will post links on Wattpad and Fanfiction if that is where you follow the story. All updates for this story will be in the “Writing Updates” and “Fan Fiction” categories for easier access. And definitely feel free to follow this blog if you’d like.

And above all… thank you for your interest and support in these stories! It’s always nice to share your stories with others, and I love sharing this one. It’s amazing how much I’ve grown attached to the story and the characters.

Thank you again!

Happy reading!

A Haiku

love and happiness

is a door that may be closed

but always unlocked


…a haiku by andrew found in Haiku Park

A Haiku

deep blue eyes gazing

making my heart to flutter

jealous I’m not him


…a haiku by andrew found in Haiku Park

Don’t Forget That Thing That You Once Forgot


Don’t forget that thing that you once forgot.
It may turn out disastrous. My goodness, I hope not!

Now I know it’s something that I’ve forgotten before.
Maybe it’s my house keys dangling from my front door.

Was it a bill I was suppose to pay? The water or electric?
If it wasn’t so dark in here, I could probably think of it.

Let me go for a walk. Maybe that will jog my memory.
Trying to remember that thing I forgot has become something of a mystery.

The ability to remember things usually happens when I’m gone.
Now I’m beginning to wonder: Did I leave the stove on?

Perhaps it was an anniversary. Was it someone’s birthday?
Hmm, is that why my best friend is not talking to me today?

Did I check the mail? Am I expecting anything important?
Do I need to call and cancel something? Do I even have an appointment?

I try to retrace my steps, which do not go very far.
Did I leave the gas cap off again after I filled up my car?

Maybe I left the stove on. Oh. Sorry. My bad.
I forgot… I had already mentioned that.

I think it was a live or death thing. I got this feeling inside.
It’s not coming to me. Hey, why’s my goldfish floating on his side?

Anyway, I’m going to bed. Maybe I’ll remember in the morning.
Man, what’s that smell? Is something burning?

I’m wide-eyed and awake in bed. I’m lying very still.
I can’t sleep. Did I… did I take my sleeping pill?

Don’t forget that thing that you once forgot.
It may turn out disastrous.
But I hope not.

Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 211
For this week’s prompt, take the phrase “Don’t Forget (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Example titles might be: “Don’t Forget to Leave on the Light,” “Don’t Forget the Alamo,” or “Don’t Forget to Enjamb Your Lines.” I’m sure everyone will have fun with this one.



I never knew what all the fuss was about,

until I saw her in the moon’s black and white rays.


I never knew that such elegance could pour out,

from a timeless age, bathed in hues of grey.


In an era before mine, she’s graced the silver screens,

lending her talent to the cinematic stage.


Was I born too late to appreciate those classic scenes?

I think not. I sense a growing fondness that just won’t fade.


She speaks with delicacy, a voice like a symphony,

I soak up each note, each tone of every word.


Captivated by her beauty, easily, visually,

But equally audibly, by what my ears have heard.


Those wide, brown eyes and such a lovely smile,

It’s clear how she stole many hearts decades before.


Adorably charming, alluring, and a natural, graceful style.

My goodness, Audrey…

they sure don’t make them like you anymore.

Audrey Hepburn

Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina (1954)


Valentine’s Day Poem


Cupid’s Day comes with nobody to share,

Alone in my room I’m left to my own.

Me, myself and I, so full of despair,

I am the eye of a courting cyclone.


Standing quite still as life swirls around me,

Hope begins to fade, wishful turns bitter.

Cupid gives up on seizing my bounty,

I am his arrow left in the quiver.


But all is not lost to a thing so bleak,

Being single today has a bonus.

The praise of another I need not seek,

Sounds good until I notice the moment.


One thought stays that I’d like to get rid of:

Am I content with Losing Grip on love?


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Writing Prompt 02-12-2013
Write a Valentine’s Day poem of no more than 20 lines about spending a Valentine’s Day all by yourself. The only rules are that it must rhyme and the final line of the poem must include the title of your favorite song.

Song: Losing Grip by Avril Lavigne

An Evil Net


happy valentine’s day
oh, don’t you forget

or you’ll be riding solo
instead of singing a duet

feel the social pressure
of consumerism’s love roulette

buying all those gifts
and adding to your debt

just so you can avoid
making a certain someone upset

candy so sweet
it makes the stomach upset

flowers so pretty
that will soon die if left unkempt

cards full of words
reminiscing of how you first met

ha! society’s subtle pickpocket
call it what it is: theft

they say when and how
love should be expressed

on such a superficial holiday
making it more like a contest

a culture obsessed
feeling compressed
to show their best
cajoled to impress

and yet… rendered sightless

because we fail to realize that VALENTINE
is really spelled: 


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 210
For today’s prompt, I’ve actually got two options:
-Write a valentine poem.
-Write an anti-love poem.

Animal Poem


I am huge and aloof
And somewhat waterproof
And to tell you the truth
I was even big in my youth

I sleep while standing
Dangerous for my trampling
The distances I can travel
Are truly outstanding

Intelligence is a trait
That I possess so great
I also eat a lot
But in no way overweight

My ears make me famous
Although in a way not shameless
Because of a fictional character
Who shall remain nameless

I have a great memory
I’m desired for my ivory
My skin is quite leathery
I’ve been around since early centuries

I carry a trunk
That contains no junk
Some say it should point up
To bring about good luck

I am the largest mammal
Of all land based animals
My versatile appendage is impressive
With all that it can handle

We are socially blessed
We like to touch and caress
We care for our injured
And grieve for our dead

The wild is our native nest
In zoos we feel compressed
So now I must digress
So I can express
Perhaps suggest

Please free us
And return us
To our natural inhabitance

The Elephants


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 209
For this week’s prompt, write a poem somehow influenced by an animal. The animal could be the title of the poem, the subject of the poem, a bit part in the poem. Dive into what it means to be animal or non-animal.