Hello, fans (hopefully soon), I’m Alia Buresh, author of Lawless Women: The Jewel of the Sea (available as an ebook at https://booklocker.com/books/9699.html). Life has changed so much since I wrote the book, so has the world (I wrote it pre-COVID era) but I decided I wanted to reach out to those who still might want the lesson that no one is all bad (well…I know that’s debatable with Putin) but a product of their circumstances. This is the lesson that my story tries to address by following the rough-and-tumble type people of the pirate era to see the good in them. However, I don’t want this to be just some advertisement so I thought I’d share samples of my writing on here with you. Below you’ll find a short story that I wrote as a continuation of a story that I had to base off of a paint swatch that I chose from a pile. The paint swatch was called “Vibrant DayLily”.
DayLily entered into the white man's longhouse, she felt uneasy. It wasn’t long, for one, and nothing was right about it. He led her to the kitchen. There wasn’t anything showing who he was, nothing declaring a family. How could anyone live in a house that was so lonely? The walls were bare wood. She felt like she could depict nothing about the strange man. There was a dark black metal box in the end of the room, inside billowed a fire. It kept the room warm enough. DayLily just couldn’t understand why you would hide such a beautiful fire in a box. Would it not be warmer in a pit that she could sit next to?
He shoved a mug with a dark beverage to her, and slammed a door to another chamber. Chills ran through her spin. She didn’t like the way that drafts seeped from room to room. She began to wonder what she had gotten herself into. She sipped the black beverage. It was bitter, but it did fight off the cold. Pretty soon he emerged from his room with a pair of trousers and an old shirt, he shoved it her way and went back outside. She quickly changed from her elk hide robes into the cloths he had given her and followed him outside, despite how they didn’t fit near as well as her own clothes. As he lead her outside she weighed the farm to what she’d seen before. There were animals about, the fences were down and many animals were roaming as they pleased. She could hear the dogs growl something awful as they fought over a hen who was beyond saving. Just a pitiful “clu” escaping her beak every once in a while gasping for some air after the dogs had gotten to her.
In the barn the man tossed her a blanket and laid it in the all too empty hay loft. There would not be enough hay to last the skeleton of a horse through the winter, he’d be lucky if he had enough for a month. DayLily curled up for what warmth the tiny mound of hay provided against the harsh winter winds that ran right through the cracked, useless barn. DayLily looked for the beauty and began smiling at the mice who were dancing in her new home. Perhaps, perhaps she was sent here to bring out the beauty that existed here. All it needed was a little love to be seen. She found a Stellar Jay perched in the barn hunkered in from the cold. She pleaded with it to give her a feather to decorate her home as she removed a tail feather it squaked but did not resist. She thanked the bird and hung the feathers above her hay, this was the first homey touch she would add, brilliant blue.
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