Lorraine Carey

Lorraine Carey
This is my secret place I go to write for inspiration- Pedro St. James Castle, Grand Cayman

Monday, October 7, 2013

'Ghostwriter' Ghost Story Contest: Ghost Train by Lorraine Carey

'Ghostwriter' Ghost Story Contest: Ghost Train by Lorraine Carey: Ghost Train by Lorraine Carey Fall, 1870, Isaiah Chappell stands by the brake lever in the caboose of the Beaver Falls Express. He ...

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Lorraine's Inspiration: Your Life is the Castle

Lorraine's Inspiration: Your Life is the Castle: Enter through the main door, The moat will surround you offering protection while you are there. You may stay in the entry ro...

Your Life is the Castle





Enter through the main door,
The moat will surround you offering protection while you are there.
You may stay in the entry room for some time before you can begin to explore. 
As you ascend the stairs you stop at the first level.
Pictures line the hallways of people who have come into your life
and all the accomplishments are well framed for you to admire.
A long hallway leads to many rooms, ones you will decide to explore, 
some for a short time, some longer.
You continue to explore and venture up onto the next level as more rooms are available and you become more selective. 
You make your choices to enter and leave as you wish however, always knowing the dungeon lies below and is not a choice but a confinement for lessons not quite learned yet.
The bell towers are ringing and you know there is a tower.
Climbing higher and higher until you reach the top only to find the view beautiful, but not a place you can stay forever.
So you descend down a little at a time, as you make you way back.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

A Glimpse into the Moment


As I was sitting at the traffic stop today I saw an elderly woman , (one who I have seen before ) walking slowly along the sidewalk. She  was wearing a tattered housecoat, black slippers (which were way too large for her feet),and her greying hair haphazardly gathered up in a bun. Her tanned skin could not hide the wrinkles she had earned.

She was holding a small twig and dragging it along a fence. She seemed to stop at a large Oleander bush and smell the flowers. She then picked off a small bunch and ran them across her cheek.

By this time the light had already turned green and I had a few honks behind me. I was somehow mesmerized with this woman and her not so unusual antics.

I decided to turn around and park my car in lot at the market which was just across the street and get out and follow her; not that I wanted her to know that I was intentionally watching her. She didn’t notice me at all or if she did she didn't  care.

She shuffled at a quite slower pace and continued walking, still holding onto the Oleander blossoms and the twig. She seemed to be as though she was walking on air, big smile on her face, at peace, and not a care in the world.

I found myself caught up in ‘ the moment’ -  her ‘moment’.
She was living in her ‘now’ and I was thankful that I had decided to take the time to be in that moment with her.

  •  After today , I have decided to take the time and take notice to the little things in life.

Blessings
Lorraine

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Lorraine's Inspiration: Preview Trailer for Jonathan's Locket

Lorraine's Inspiration: Preview Trailer for Jonathan's Locket: Lately Grand Cayman has reported strange lights glowing off the east end of the island. Screams and an eerie thick fog roll in just after ...

Preview Trailer for Jonathan's Locket

Lately Grand Cayman has reported strange lights glowing off the east end of the island. Screams and an eerie thick fog roll in just after dark. Some local fishermen report sightings of a ghost ship  at the site of the famous Wreck of the Ten Sails.

             Jonathan's Locket xoxopublishing

                                            Two young boys, 

One dies on a doomed ship some two hundred years ago off the coast of Grand Cayman in a famous shipwreck.
The other will defy death trying to save the other's  soul some two hundred years later.