No Regrets; By an Unapologetic Woman


“I live with no regrets. Unapologetic. And one day at a time.”  _Evelyn R.L.

( Poema al Cristo Crucificado; No Me Mueve Mi Dios Para Quererte)

“No me mueve, mi Dios, para quererte
el cielo que me tienes prometido,
ni me mueve el infierno tan temido
para dejar por eso de ofenderte…

Tú me mueves, Señor, muéveme al verte
clavado en una cruz y escarnecido,
muéveme el ver tu cuerpo tan herido,
muévenme tus afrentas y tu muerte.

Muéveme, en fin, tu amor, y en tal manera,
que aunque no hubiera cielo, yo te amara,
y aunque no hubiera infierno, te temiera.

No me tienes que dar [nada, ni golpes] porque te quiera,
pues aunque lo que yo espero no esperara,
lo mismo que te quiero, te quisiera.” _Anonimo 😉

*(Feel free to use a translator to translate this poem avobe)

Author’s Note:

Part I-

Hello World!

As I began to write this blog, I wondered why would anyone want to read my blogs? What is it that will finally bring you, readers and followers, to my pages or books? And what can I do better, (besides re-taking English grammar lessons and improving my spelling), to get people to read me and finally see me as a Writer & Author and not just a regular Sales person trying to sell them Articles/ Adds or a Self-Published Poetry books?

I often ask myself that.

Am I able and talented enough to achieve that? (Well, I’m def. a talented story teller and not a square person for sure, as someone once called me.) I’m pretty much out of the box, fierce, and very unapologetic, as the title states. So there is def. a change for you (reader) to find and read some of my blogs, articles, and poems, and even a good chance that YOU will share it in Facebook, Twitter, or Tumbler, etc… (At least I hope you do. Pretty please do share it.) But am I a good enough writer and Poetess, or I’m I just some just Multi-dimention personality type of person with the delusions of a big Best Seller Writer complex. ( My dream was becoming a NY Bestseller Author like Danielle Steel (Answered Prayers) or a great renoun famous writer like Isabel Ayende ( The House of the Spirits Author) or Gabriel Garcia Marquez ( One Hundred Years of Solitud Author) But I’ve hit the roof cradhing my head, and I’ve hit rock bottom and I’m barely crowling out of it now. No more grandious dreams for me. Yet I still have a slight hope that you will fall in love with one of my Poems or my short novels and tell the rest of the world about it, and that maybe one day you scrape enough pennies from your curse jar and use it to buy one of my poetry books or recently published novels. I have few around, they are hard to find. Check out this link to make it easier to find them:

I hope that you will read me and then go tell people about this blogger who calls herself @EvelynBlogger, and loves to write every single thing that comes to her mind from fashion articles, to family activities, movies or places reviews, and lots, lots of poetry, both Spanish and English, and share lots and lots of photos here, on Twitter, and Instagram too. (@Evelynblogger101 in Istagram and @EvelynBlogger in Twitter) Sorry, I tend to overshare. If you are still with me thus far 🙂 please read on…


Part II-  Every morning, as the sun penetrates the sheer lime green curtains of my windows, and bathe me with its glistening warm, I hesitantly open my eyes and curse at the sun for waking me up so untimely and begin my wondering. I say to myself,

“I’m awake. I’m alive. I exist! What now? What’s next? Where was I in my writing projects or ideas. What did I left of to complete last night, last month, or maybe last year, in last 15 years to be exact?” I take a deep breath, and sighting I say.

“Is it all worth it? Who will ever read you?

That’s always a hunting question in my mind, will anyone ever read a Novel I write, or a short story? Will I finally have the courage to turn all these scribbles into a book, a novel, or just a poetry booklet to share in open mic. days, with friends and relatives? What will I be sharing with you, my few readers and followers that somehow read me, but rarely comment me, in Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook?  These book lovers, who follows me and my random short stories and novellas, will they ever buy my book?

But what if I’m sharing to much, or maybe to little? What if I’m to bold, or to reserved. What things will interest them, hook them to my work? Do the same things I so candidly write about will interest me, if it was the other way around?  Will I even click on one of my own titles if I were them? You?

I wander, and wander. How can I get people like me, and read me, and then share my stories with the rest of world? Will you help me do it. Will that ever happen? Will these blog really help me reach my followers, create a following chain of avid lovers aka readers. Maybe yes. Maybe not. I’m leaving it all to fate. If you do happen to enjoy reading me, as much as I hope you do, please check out my book below:


I have so many many questions. Writing has become an obsession. Almost in an Autistic or OCD way.  Yet, this is not what I am really writing about on this post. There is more about me and my art. So much more. You may ask, why do I care so much? Well yes, I really care too much! I want to be liked, and admired. Not judged, or ever feel irrelevant. Writing and being appreciated has made me grow as a person. It has passioned me, involved me in a dream of words and letters that wasn’t important for me before.

Fashion and makeup was my passion and main love once. Reading too, but writing was something I only used to do to kill time, but not something I was interested in really sharing or in making it a blog, specially not write a book. Until one day, when I found nonowrimo ( and the defunct site Script Frenzy, and out of boredom and curiosity I decided to write stories and novels.  I decided to give it a shot and discover my own potential. And a miracle happened. I did not won their writing contests. But I met great people who didn’t judge me and were extremely supportive .

So I began to relearn myself through writing. And appreciating myself more for all the many varied things I was able to discover through my writings. I learned that I was stronger and fearless too when it came to share my emotions, and my deepest thoughts.

Like the old adage say , “The pen is mightier than the sword” Yes, words are mightier than the sword. I think bloggers, journalists, writers, and artists, in general, have a bit of need for approval, and some small form of exhibitionism too, if you may.

We are a little bit of attention-addicts, opinionated people, and dreamers, just like I am. Some of us may be gifted, or geniuses turned crazy. Some are a bit crazy turned into geniuses. Or maybe a just a healthy mix of both. I consider myself to be a little bit of both. There is a fine line for everything. So I try to concern myself in being  myself, unapologeticaly me! Nothing more, nothing less_and breathe. Namaste!

Part III

Most of the time people only get to see half of who I am, unless we are really  close friends. Writing help me share with them a bit more about myself. I have created an outer wall, even from the closest people to me. There’s many levels of friendship to me, more than the levels in Scientology, I believe.

And is not  that I don’t trust people, is that as a person I can be a bit distant  when I don’t know or like someone. Being hurt,  turn you into an onion, with many thin or hard layers, all unique, and different, and not always easy to peal. And people may take me as superficial when they don’t know how deep of a person I am. Unless I open up to them  and let them in in my life.

But in turn, as a writer I can just be bold, let my walls down, and cloaks fall. I get to express my opinions bluntly and sometimes being brutally honest. It’s a total thrill to me being bold when people don’t expect me to be.

I love sharing my controversial ideals, and my out of the box, points of view. Many people may not agree with me, yet they do like my sincerity and will follow me or form a discussion, a healthy discussion about this or that subject. I respect all ideas and point of views, just don’t insult mine. You won’t like my comebacks.

I hate injustice and bullying. It makes me feel so helpless and hurt when people think they can abuse others, hurt other people’s feelings, and treat others as less. I really hate bullies. Maybe not hate but I dislike them a lot. Greatly!

I was always this sort of person that stepped forward and voiced out my feelings to help someone else.  I wanted to be the hero who solved everyone’s problems, and listened to everyone’s issues. I always been unapologetic and fierce.  Lately not so much.

I’ve changed, by becoming cynical, distant, and a bit cold and reserved. Those are some of the not so great things I’ve picked up since living in Florida. So many things have changed since I came here. Not the best place to make friends or grow a family. Not a great place to have dreams or follow them. Is just another sink hole by the water. A quick sands kind of place.

I felt  my heart sinking as the years passed and there wasn’t a way out of here. Not a way to “go back home” to New York or Puerto Rico. Nothing to do, besides work and probably write some and fatten up.

But when I write, I feel better with myself and my surroundings. I am honest, soft, kind, open, and even fierce again. Overall, people’s opinions are important to me. It’s not what you say, it’s how you say it that really matters.

I would usually speak up my mind, when it comes to stand for myself, though I pick my battles. But if I stay quiet when someone offends me, it will still be bothering me later on, and will linger on my pillow at night like a funky smell, with the akin thought that I wasn’t really there for myself, to defend myself. But you can’t just fight everyone or take people to seriously these days. The world is near its end and it’s crazier than ever. So I try to ignite lots of things and lots of stupid people.

Someone once told me, when I first came to Florida, and was all about running my mouth like any regular teenager would do, “Chill-out kiddo, and learn to pick your fights!” and “you carry your heart on on your sleeves. That’s not a good thing…”

So nowI pick my fights more carefully. But I won’t stay quiet when I face or see injustice. I will find a way to speak up even if its by writing and Blogging. That’s just who I am.

And I certainly have no regrets of being Me! I am an Unapologetic Woman. And I’m proud to be that way. And I’m proud to share a bit of myself to  those wants to befriend me, follow me, read me, and get to know me and know a little more about me and what moves me in this life.

Besides God, friends, and family, writing moves me, people moves me. You move me! 🙂 Thank you for supporting my writing with likes and comments here, on Facebook, Twitter and so on.

Come back for some more of my stories, blogs, or poems. Thanks again!

Author: Evelyn R. Lallave /  @EvelynBlogger

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“Selfie or Self Portait”


“There is nothing more satisfactory that create art even with you own pictures. When you put your imagination, creativity, and your hands at work, amazing things those happen!” E.R.L.

Grounded Day ; When We Were Young

Author: Evelyn Rodriguez-Lallave


        We are atoms. Like atoms we are in constant movement. In a constant changing state. We grow up and with our mind and bodies so our responsibilities, and sometimes our families grows too. Jobs, careers, and relationships takes all of our space and rob us a little from who we really are and who we really want to be.

Life parsimonious habits can even take us far from the things we love, enjoy, and used to like, when we were young. 

See Seattle for example. Seattle is supposed to be this hipster, hippy and artistic fun filled State, but in reality is filled with hyped coffee drinkers, stressed out, serious and sometimes grouchy people. Not everyone is that way, but lots of them are, as the city grows people and their priorities change. As we grow older we change. Some don’t ever change but we did. I’m Ashley, and this is my story.

        It was a clear and bright Monday morning in Seattle. My two best friends, Janine & Ashley, and I went the night before to a very trendy night club to celebrate mine and Janine’s birthday which happened to be on the same day. How cool was that?. Janine had offered to pay for Claudia’s dress for the party. Cleo, as we called her, could not afford to go shopping for a new outfit this time, because her Credit Cards were all maxed out, and she refused to wear anything she already owned.  But Cleo refused Janine’s kind offer. She couldn’t accept it since it was Jan’s birthday, and she was the one to be getting presents, not Cleo.

So I stepped in and offered my help, since we were almost the  same sizes, I offered Cleo to borrow one of my newest dresses. There was one in particular that she loved. A flowing A line yellow dress. And she looked marvelous in it. Almost edible, like a yellow cotton candy. We all laughed when I said it and tried few more dresses and my friend picked two cute dresses to see which one she would wear to Janine’s birthday party. I did insisted on the yellow one and so Janine. Cleo accepted our suggestion and was happy with her final choice. 

 Chapter 1-

“Gosh girls, I have nothing to wear to your party Janine. I’m so screwed. I used my last available credit on that new I phone 7 Plus, and the 3 car payments I was behind after losing my last job, at Macaroni Grill.” “As always” I said to Cleo jokingly, to what she replied rolling her eyes at me. We were close to twenty one then but Cleo looked and acted as the youngest one of the pack. She had big brown eyes and childish curls. Beautiful hair locks thanks to her Jewish/Puerto Rican genes. Janine was a gorgeous blond Swedish girl that was born on the airplane as it landed in Seattle, WA. And her personality was bubbly and her head a little bit in the sky, as we jokingly used to tell Janine. And I a Spanish/American model, also got big brown eyes and my head a bit on the air as well, only a bit more grounded.

So I came up with a very good idea. “Let’s trade clothes tonight!”. To wish Cleo immediately agreed to. She looked at both of us apologetically and immediately said. “Thanks Janine to offer, but I can’t accept you to get me a dress as a gift when I should be the one giving you a gift. By the way I did got you a small gift.”

She got closer to me and said, “I have to go later to my brother’s jewelry store to pick up the gold earrings Janine fell in love with. She’s going to love those small pearl earrings!”

         She said this in her usual high pitched childish voice as she walked and talked, and I smiled.  “Nice! Go ahead and pick the dress from my closet before you do that and remember, you have to let me borrow one of your too. Deal? “.

Cleo clapped like the five year old she wasn’t. Ok! But I’ll pick anything I like. No “caps” allowed. Shoes too. Deal?

I laughed. “Deal and grow up silly!” I replied. And she went on, “Ok. Lets see if there’s anything I like first, your fashion taste is worth than mine.”  

We both giggled happily and went into my closet because she loved all my clothes and we were not only the same size, but we both had a very similar style and taste in fashion.

       As my friend played princess in my closet I looked through her luggage  for some dresses that I would liked too. After trying many different looks and styles we both found what we wanted, two very pretty tight sexy dresses.

Ashley picked a shimmering silver and blue tight dress, with a 70ish look to it and I grabbed a short and tight Canary yellow and gold  dress with a wide black belt . The dress also had an attractive gold and silver leafy appliqué on one of the shoulders, so I matched the with a pair of stunning looking black leather hill.

      All was retro and chic. My friend decided to match it with black straps stilettos. Janine was in her home finishing her own dress, a red sating mini dress. She also wore black pumps with it. 

        Standing in front of the lighted neon sign of Club Bloomed we looked as brilliant and stunning as our outfits. Our loose blond highlighted hair glistened under the lights as our eyes and lips did. We stood there for few short minutes then we saw Janine arrive in the distance and she gave us a smile and a good round for our money in her super short red dress and white and black peep toe pumps. It was the first week of July, however our outfits screamed Spring. After all. Three Puerto Rican descendants girls couldn’t go wrong by looking sexy, fly and glittery at the same time. That’s who we were and that’s how we were. The girls we still are.

       As we waited in the fresh Summer night our friend Janine who was heading to us slowly while chatting up a cute tall College football player that she’d met in the taxicab on her way to the club. I saw the cutest boy arrived. We locked eyes for few minutes, then he walked in with a girl hanging on his left strong arms

     His name was Albert Cox and he was 23 yrs. old and a senior in Duke who was on vacation like every summer visiting his grandparents and his dad. Janine went to the same University as sophomore there and knew his family and who he was, but we weren’t formally introduced yet, we knew each other only by distance.

That night it was Janine’s and Claude’s 19th birthday and she knew she could not drink but she would either way. And probably get wasted too. And she did, we all drank and ate cakes for the night; booze & cake!. We danced with each other and with other friends that arrived or were already in waiting inside for us.

     I was a little disappointed that Janine could not take her eyes off Albert and he could not take his eyes of her. I nod at her and gave her a wink as a way of showing my withdrawal from the game and my blessing to her. There were plenty of fishes in the pond that night, after all. So I kept dancing and drinking with Clau, my bestie and let Janine had her fun.

As she walked by him I saw how she rubbed her breast over his back shoulder and as he extended his strong right arm and grabbed her fingers. She smiled with her eyes glittering like two lamp posts and turned back to him, he warped his arm around her and whispered something in her ears, and as she turned her head and long hair back to laugh, looking more like a character in gossip girl than herself, he kissed and bit her chin, but when he went for her lips she turned her face sideways and he kissed her warm rosy cheeks. Ironic! They made the cutest cheesiest couple ever, how gay is that? I was happy for my friend. I lifted my glass of oj and vodka and “cheered” her up!


They danced together right there in front of the bar where they were, and when the music stopped it didn’t stop with them, they continued slow dancing near the dance floor and in the middle of a hallway making everyone stop. They all stared at them, some laughing & mocking them, others smiling and envying them, like I was doing and Claudia too, but especially some guys and girls that had a crush in one of them. Janine saw them, she knew the guys drooling for her, and started laughing and all of us too. It was a fun night. We were being us, silly college girls who just wanted to have fun. (Madonna’s Girls Just Wanna Have Fun song suddenly play in the background as in some sort of cue.)

Albert looked at his new date and grabbed her by the waist and kept walking near her following her closely, they went towards the bar. Once there he got her a drink and she asked him to buy us a drink too, we had barely opened our mouths to ask for the drink we wanted when he was already ordering our drinks, after all it was our birthday party and Georgie was happy to get us our drinks. Claudia was already drinking and celebrating in a little corner with one of her old flames or “romantic friend” as she liked to call then, and Janine and I had our usual drinks, but for me next round I changed it to an ice tea, not long island ice tea, since I was afraid I was ending up being my own designated driver that night. But I was wrong Janine’s guy would end up taking me he home. In the meantime we all dancing and joking around with all of their other friends there.

  I usually didn’t liked to drink much so I took upon myself to be the designated driver and chaperone most of the time. The fact that I was one yr. older than them made me feel a little responsible for them, and I did felt protective of them, well, for the most part. They liked to teas me and call me Momma Ashley. A title I was very proud off in a way. At this time I was keeping a close eye on Claudia and her friend.

  He was a gentleman, very elegant and looked as if we came from money. He bought us few round of drinks too and they sat closed together as he lit a small cigar. Soon Claudia was sitting on his lap and they were making out, kissing each other romantically and very passionate. He had to leave early because he said he had practice the next morning. And he offered to take Claudia with him. But we all voted against it and she stayed. Clau said good bye to him and she looked into his eyes and his face as she did that and kissed him one more time and said to him in his ears, “So is that it? That’s all you want to do right now? The night is just starting for me!.” And she winked and batted her fake long eyelashes at him.

He lifted her up from the chair and held her by the waist and said, “Nope, believe me I want to do a lot more to you right now. But we have very little time. I really need to go. Follow me to my car, please?.”

  Claudia laughed and walk out with him. She waived good by to us with her purse in her hand and her drink in the other. They held hands again as they walked out of the club, groping and kissing each other, like two drunks in love. Did I said In love? Gosh! Claudia was in love with her old “romantic friend”!

Chris opened the door of his new F150 for her, he told her the model of his 4×4 truck like bragging about it and then kissed her and closed the door gently after. He got on the passenger side and they made out once more and since he had not much time he begged her to “please him” so she did. It wasn’t long before he was done. But he didn’t want to let her go. They then went to his studio near to her apt. dorm, she followed him in her car, and once there they kissed some more, drank chilled beer and started making love. And that’s when things got weird. His ex-fiancé showed up drunk and baked at his apartment and knocked loud at his door as they were lying down over the rug kissing and getting the heat on. They were both half naked on the floor and shocked by that surprise. So he yelled at his ex through the shut door that she had nothing to do there and needed to leave. At once! They were over for good on his eyes, since she had cheated on him with one of his team mates from his sports league.

She begged him to open the door and let her in. She called out his name through the door and the windows, banging on them and crying asking him to forgive her and to let her get into his apartment. He said nothing for few seconds and just stared at Claudia who said NO very quietly.

But it looks like his ex-girlfriend heard her and yelled to them, “Is someone in there with you right now, that’s why you do not want me to go in. That’s why you left me? Please let me in. I beg you, I just need to talk to you. It’s important, please let me in Chrisy, open up right now!.” His ex kept yelling nonsense through the shot door and windows sounding crazed, and very drunk. But Chris was really mad at her and very firm replied,

“You need to leave now. I do not want to see you anymore, I thought we had it clear.” He said, but she kept crying and begging to him,

“Please let me in, please Chris. I love you!.”

His face got serious but his eyes watered a little and Claudia felt so bad and said,

“Go talk to her outside, I can wait in your room. That’s all I can do. I wish you had another door or a window I can jump through right now. But I can’t so just go, talk to her. Make her calm down or something.”

He smiled at her and in a grateful soft manner he bent closer and kissed her forehead.

“Thank you, you are a good girl, a wonderful woman.” And he went outside and talked few minutes with her ex. He admitted to her that he had someone inside and that she could not come in for any reason whatsoever. He was with his date in his home and it would be awkward if she was there too. “I want to avoid a bigger problem but I will call you or text you tomorrow right after practice. We could talk then.”. He said to Tara, and she was ok with it.

“Alright C. see you tomorrow at the park then. You take care now and have fun without me, if you can. I hope that whore don’t get you and STD. Cause I know you will come back running to me when she dumps your butt off.” She said as she stated at him with drunken and sad eyes. His face was still serious, even when she kissed him on the cheek and said good by. He watch her leave.

  Larissa’s sport car had been parked for almost an hour on his neighbor’s driveway as she waited for him to arrive. She saw the tall bleached blond girl and her ex kissing and walking in each other’s arms into his apartment ,and she was very angry and very much ready to rip her face off. She wanted to make sure their night got ruined, like they had ruined hers. But she loved him too much so once he agreed to walked outside and talk to her she left without making a scene or complaining. But her good intentions were short lived and as she got into her red convertible Chevy, she looked back and through the window she saw their shadows kissing. That did it for her! This time she promised she will make this girl pay for stealing her man. She will soon meet the real Larissa.

That night Larissa could not sleep. She tossed and turned. She went back to his studio apartment with a small blade in her purse. She had a crime in her mind and lots of hate for our friend Claudia. She wanted to cut her face and scarred her forever.

“She is going to pay for everything she’s done to me. She’ll see. She’ll know who Larissa is.”  

  She said this to herself and with as crazy hysterical laugh and shaky hands she sat and waited for them or for her to get out. Finally she decided not to wait anymore and with the small but sharp blade in hand she walked into his studio’s back patio, and creeping by the side window she saw him make love to Claudia and fall asleep hugging her, something he never did with her. She waited for her to leave. But it seemed to long of a wait and she though his date would never leave. But after one long hour waiting out in the cold, Claudia finally woke up, got fully dressed and left, after kissing Chris good night.

Larissa then followed her in her car. She watched her smile and fix up her hair in a ponytail, appearing contempt and happy. “How could she? She had no right to be happy after she had slept with a man that belonged to someone else!. Chris belonged to her and not to “sultry slut Claudia”, as she always called her since high school.

 Chapter 2-

     Larissa watched her park her light blue car in the near long parking lot, by Claudia’s apartment. So she got out of her car too and followed her at a near by distance. She looked at her watch. It was 2:00 A.M. She was still living with her parents and had a curfew, 1:00 AM. Her parents were a little old fashion. But she didn’t care. She had a plan that she would see through.

She followed her into her dorm building, and got into her fancy dorm studio. Claudia had left the door ajar; she was a door away from her close friends so she always felt safe there. But danger was lurking. Larissa got in behind her and was ready to attack, but before she decided to snoop in and look into Claudia’s belongings, she took a gold beaded chain and placed it into her purse. She left the room quietly. But before she left she took a flower in her hands from a vase in her room and sniffed at it, it smelled like Jasmines, just like Claudia did. She hated her even more that ever before.

Larissa then heard the water running, her rival was now showering. It was the perfect timing to sneak on her and scar her face forever for stealing the love of her life, but it was so cliché. No, she thought, she would just sit and wait for her and confront her, then she would jump her beat the crap out of her then scar her whore face.

Larissa was planning it all that as her heart was about to jump out of her chest and through her mouth. She was only 18, and about to commit a crime, and if she got discovered there she would go to jail and tried as an adult. She was not a criminal she just wanted for Claudia to learn a lesson and stop whoring around with other woman’s boyfriends. So she talked herself over that situation she calmed herself down. But she wouldn’t leave. She wasn’t leaving until she at least confronted Claudia. But a noise of the water stopping to run, made her sneak out and run outside of the apartment. She walked out fast but slammed the door behind her and then texted Claudia and Janine, threatening both of them. She had found their number from one of their common friends. She texted Claudia to go outside that she was waiting for her and needed to talk to her.

     She waited and waited, but Claudia did not come out.

Claudia didn’t even look at her phone she was so tired that after her shower she went straight to her bed. Larissa was ready to walk into Claudia’s studio again after she had waited for half an hour more. But she heard steps and giggles. And she distinguished the shapes of Janine and a friend getting into their dorm door to door from Claudia’s apartment.

       It was 2:55 AM. By then Larissa’s drug and alcohol levels had diffused some, same as her crazed anger. So she threw a rock at Janine’s car window crashing its window shield and turning her car engine she left driving full speed. A cop stopped her and gave her a break, and by the time she got to her house it was 3:15 in the morning, her car was sitting over the side walk almost hitting a nearby water pump. Her breath smelled like vodka, and rum, and her eyes were dilated and blood shot red. She knew she was grounded with no car and credit cards for 1 week, and all thanks to Claudia.

She was lucky, she thought, she was few yards away from her home. But then a nice looking cop stopped her and was about to giver her a ticket but after staring down at her half unbuttoned blouse and staring at her breasts and getting her mobile number he let her go with only a warning and a promising smile. He offered to follow her the short stretch home. “Don’t forget to call me” he said, once they got there, and she waived and flirted with at him, smiling back, while speeding away thought her own parking space. “Darn you biatch now I have a cop on my back too. Well, how awesome is that!”

Chapter 3-

     Back in high school, Larissa was always jealous of Janine and Claudia, they never liked her. She in fact hated Claudia. Claudia was blond and Larissa disliked blonds and gingers. Red heads were okay, she was one, a fake one, but it was her favorite look and made her look sexy and fierce, not slutty or bimbo like Claudia, Janine and myself, as she thought. Early in high school and throughout middle school she had being a little punk leaning on eccentric and emo. But she knew she had it in her. She could be sexy if she wanted to even a slutty biatch. Taking advantage of her brunette vampires look and her new partially red hair due, she had turned herself from frumpy punk into a beautiful and irresistible vixen.

     And Chris was the main reason for that change.

She got him. She made him fall crazy in love for her. Back then Claudia was not a real problem. She was so busy to look at him. Her eyes were glued to this new Czechoslovakian golden boy who was a transfer student and followed Claudia & us everywhere like a loyal puppy with dog bluish/ green hazel eyes and the whitest and widest smile anyone had seen. Armand Van Preftokis was a self-centered guy once you got to really know him, his big wallet and his dark hair were the only things he really cared for, and his music. But his looks were irresistible and his harsh raspy accent too.

Armand was trying to create a music band and was a DJ at nights. Besides his own-self music was his main passion was the tall and beautiful Clarissa, and blond Janine was next.

     They would all skip classes go to the mountains and ride their cars, bikes, and jeeps in the mud, or they would all go to the beach, get wasted and smoke pot sitting by a bonfire singing and dancing like wild savages till late at night when no one remember how they got there in the first place or the name of the stranger they made out with or was lying next to when their heads cleared up some. And while Larissa and C. were inseparable, Claudia, Janine and Armand were going from one night partner to the other and back to each other. For Claudia Armand was fun but not Mr. Right and for Armand Claudia was a great girl and he loved her but she was not the only one for him. He liked to have fun pursuing Janine and other girls on the side. Even all at once, if he could, and he had.

He did not believed in monogamy. For him monogamy was a sin. Claudia was ok with their free love at that time. Until one day she caught him with one of her friends, Janine, and dumped him. That was the last time she saw him. She stopped talking to Janine to and her and I became the bests friends then, but I convinced her to talk to Janine again since she had always being super sweet with me and I liked her friendship too. So after getting her invited to few parties that we were going to and bumping into each other, Claudia and Janine renewed their friendship and we all became inseparable like the three amigos or the three musketeers. Once the school yr. was over and Janine moved back to her old hometown. And it was just Claudia and I, but during our Junior ear in college, Janine came back and we all started our little group again, bringing hell down to Larissa and all the other girls we disliked.

Chapter 4-

       That following summer while at the beach with my now close friends Janine and Claudia we saw Georgie Cox and his friends playing tennis while they played sand volleyball, so Janine got interested in meeting him until she realized that one of his team members was his girlfriend and was now giving her the evil eye. And she looked evil too. Georgie was looking at her two and didn’t stop staring at them as the tree angels left the tennis court, us, and went into the small beach stores nearby. His eyes followed Janine’s until she disappeared into one of them. They didn’t see each other again until a recent night in a taxi. She had just enrolled in Duke and she was just starting to see familiar faces there but not so many. He and her close friends were few of the people she’d seen from her high school years. But she hadn’t met his girlfriend or so she thought.

     That night she dreamed she was followed by this strange woman. She kept walking and the mystery woman kept walking behind her. She found her staring back at her with a creepy look in her eyes and she seemed angry for some unknown reason, At one point they were face to face trading insults. She was back into her old high school detention room. They had sent her there along with the punk girl after they had a stupid fight that frumpy punk girl had started by calling her slutty Janine and many more offending epithets. There she took Janine’s purse and spread out some condoms Janine had in her purse, along with some wipes and hand soap she always carried with her. Everyone laughed even the TA who asked Janine if she was homeless because she carried soap and wipes in her bag. She was more embarrassed about the condoms and very upset for what the other girl in detention did, than about anything else, so with her usual high ego she replied, “Do I look to you that I could be a homeless person? Or a freaking bum to you? WTF?

She was now seriously offended at the insult and at his question, “Is absurd that you get compared to a homeless, just because you are extra clean and keep alcohol wipes”. Her offended attitude made everyone laugh even harder. So she took her things and was ready to walk out of the room, but the TA advised her that she could not leave until he said it, She ignored him and while shooting insults across the room and back and forth with the frumpy punk walk into the dark, where headless monsters followed her and tried to hurt her. When she woke up she heard the window shield of her car being shattered down by a rock, and frumpy punk from her old high school grounded days was staring at her with her usual evil eyes, and then drove away in a late model red sport car.





“After a significant loss, you may experience all kinds of difficult and surprising emotions, such as shock, anger, and guilt. Sometimes it may feel like the sadness will never let up.

While these emotions can feel very painful, accepting them as part of the grieving process and allowing yourself to feel what you feel is necessary for healing.”


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When an Angel Touched Me by Evelyn Rodriguez

Short novel by Evelyn Rodriguez
Script Frenzy project.
© Copyright 2014 Evelyn Rodriguez.

Scene I-

(It was pretty dark and raining. A girl seating on the steps of a Spanish colonial church was trying to avoid getting soaked and tried to kept herself warm. Not an easy task for a small runaway girl, who was now homeless. Her mother was very poor and her step father used to beat and abused them. She kept asking her mother to leave him, but she wouldn’t. So Celeste took her only treasure, her small rag doll and left her home one early morning. She kept walking the unpaved streets of her country side town until once it got dark she reached the outskirts of a nearby city named Wonder City. An urban legend told of a bridge with a troll and human angels roaming the streets of Wonder City in form of Vigilantes. She was not afraid, but curious of all of it. Her vivid imagination told her that could be true. And that she would be safer dealing with a gang of Believers as they were called than dealing with her step father and her mother.

(She is dressed in rags, barefooted and holding her torn doll in her arms.

The light it’s deeming but focusing on the girl of undefined age. Her name is Celeste. She is walking on the sidewalk with her head down, long strings of greasy curled dark hairs falling over her face and covering the right side, almost hiding both of her eyes.)

Celestia “Rough sad day!”, she is telling her doll, “My hands are frozen. I wish we could have a warm bed to sleep in or at least have a fire to sit in front of in this frozen night. Oh Lucy, as she called her rag companion, if only I could have my parents by my side. My mom and my real dad. If only we can all be happily together.”

She sights and holds her doll stronger and says to her. “You see tears running down from my face, like peaceful streams, I can’t contain. Tear of pain.” Suddenly her face and eyes are covered in tears as she looks at the stars and sights again.

Celeste-“But don’t worry Lucy! I know father is watching us from his star. And probably mommy will come for me and find us soon! We just have to be brave and spend another night here, near the troll’s bridge, but we will be fine. I feel it. Lucy- “Don’t cry my little girl!” (Girl and doll hugs each other as a soft lullaby plays in the background. And there there’s a foreground image of Celeste, as a baby, her dad and her mother all hugging each other and staring lovingly down to a now young Celeste.

Her mother used to sing to her lullabies whenever Celeste was afraid. But she stopped to avoid her new husband’s anger fits. He would yell, or call her names each time he heard them singing. He hated the sound of their voices. He hated everything. To Celeste he was an evil one eye ogre. Coincidentally he had lost one eye during a war he once had to go to.

(Closing her eyes little Celeste starts drifting asleep and the lights shuts off.)

Scene II-


(Streak of lights coming down from a blinking star illuminates her face as it gets brighter and brighter.)

Celeste: (Yawning) “Papa, is it daylight yet?,” Suddenly she exclaims, “Oh. Sorry!.”

She sees a beautiful nice woman standing in front of her

Nice Lady- “Don’t be afraid my little girl! I’m a Faerie and I was sent to you to tell you that no matter how lonely and hungry you are now, we would be watching you and no harm will come to you. Your mother loves you. You know? And she wanted me to tell you that. Here is a small present from us!

(Out of nowhere the lady gets a sturdy but beautiful blanket and gently places over Celeste’s shoulders)

(Celeste: Rubbing her eyes in disbelieve and stretching her little arms.) Celeste- “Pretty nice lady! Please don’t go! Take me to my mother, please, pretty lady! I’m so sorry! I am scared and afraid. I’m hungry too. I just want to go back home. I haven’t eaten a warm meal in months now.”

Crying, she puts her head down over her knees and holding the blanket closer to her. (Celeste keeps crying and mumbling until she falls asleep again. The full moon glows like a bright bluish light over the church walls, behind Celeste, blinding Celeste awake.)

Celeste- “What is this?

She stands up and jump and grabbing a small wooden torch near her she touches the walls, passing them trough with the empty hand like if she were a ghost. She sees trough it. There she observes a large room filled with deliciously prepared foods and morsels, and a Christmas three with colorful lights.

Under the tree she sees a figurine of the pretty nice lady she had seen before. It’s the Virgin Mary. The nice lady is holding a small child in her arms while she is greeted by few pastors, animals of all sorts, and three rich kings. A handsome bearded man, who looks like her own dad is standing near the lady. And all of them waive at her almost like welcoming her to their gathering.

Up in heaven a bright star is shinning in all of it splendor, so bright like diamonds. She smiles happily as she tries to touch them. The light from the star illuminates the whole room, but she can‘t touch them or see them anymore. Everything becomes pitch black and foggy.

Celeste- “Something is burning. I can see the smoke, and smell the fire near by. To close, that my cheeks feels warm, my forehead is sweaty, the palms of my hands too. Lucy!. Lucy, where are you?

(Celeste, feeling warm, suffocated, confused, and exhausted, closes her eyes drifting away and falls asleep again.


Scene III-

(Bells are ringing on the Church. It’s 6:00 AM.) The loud church bells wakes up Celeste, as passerby stare indifferently at her. To them she is nothing, insignificant, zero. Some looks at her with petty, others stare with disdain, but non with love, or compassion, like a true Christian should. They are all going into the church. Only few children look back at her.

She rubs her eyes, passes a hand through her to long mane and gets up on her feet. She then looks around and see a dog playing with her doll in his mouth. She screams at him and picks up her doll now lying on her feet, and with her dirty doll covered up in slobbered she walks alone, down a red brick street.

People can hear her sobbing as she rubs her eyes and tummy but no one offers her the slightest bit of food, not even a piece of bread.

—- (The light deems down as her small image turns into a shadowed light and then disappears like a shooting star in the distance.)

Meanwhile inside the church a chorus of small angels and cherubin sing along the humans who saw the sad and hungry little girl and did nothing for them. Most of them leave their podiums to eat bread and wine, Jesus body and blood. No one was even thinking of the hungry girl they saw outside. 

To Be Continued…


Read on and visit me again for more from “When the Angel Touched Me.” Evie









ERL Cafe at Whyndham

Muy impresionada con el crecimiento turistico de mi islita bella, “The Enchantment Island”, (ver mas informacion aqui: ) donde han desarrollado Hoteles nuevos con muchisimos y excelentes servicios tanto para el publico local boricua como para los turistas y boricuas “exiliados”, que por x o y razon se ven obligados a residir fuera de esta tan bella Patria. En fin estos hoteles proveen seguridad, diversiones para la familia, restaurantes y cafes esquisitos. Bueno no digo mas cuando vayan a Puerto Rico vallan alla y les va a encantar. Yo estuve en el de Florida y no se le compara aunque el servicio sigue siendo a la par. Lo mas que me gusta es que entre sus restaurantes tiene ahora un cafe/restaurant familiar llamado, muy casualmente por mis iniciales ERL cafe. Si necesitan ayuda consiguiendo unas buenas ofertas para este u otros hoteles en Puerto Rico yo con gusto les puedo asesorar y libre de costos, la intencion en ayudar y promover esa isla tan bella que me ha dado tantas alegrias y tantas experiencias y memorias muy hermosas e inolvidables. Escribanme y les compartie muchas cosas lindas de mi islita como yo con carino me gusta llamarle a mi Borinken Bella. 🙂



Our Past Thankgiving. Empty-Nest Feeling.

Our Past Thankgiving

This is something I meant to write sometime ago. But lacked of time for doing it.

Dwelling in the past is something that we all do at one time or another in our lives. I wonder, What is this need we all have to always be looking at our past? You all can deny that you find yourselves looking at old yellowed photos, at your granny’s flower and beige photo albums, and at old flames lives in social medias like Facebook, twitter, or tumbler, even on instagram. But truth is, we all have innocently enough done this once the very least. So have I. I’ve looked at it too. I love old yellow pictures and black and white movies, because they remind me of my childhood and youth. And I also love pancakes, cats, and birds but that’s another story. (And a joke ;D) But getting back to yellowed photos and birds, my family’s past Thanksgiving were always special and filled with love and people. This year it was special too. But with fewer people, and a lot more blurred, just like this pic, because of our Manichevis wine.

There was just this “empty nest”, “empty plate” feeling to it that kept me thinking, I have to write this!.