Friday, April 30, 2010

Okay here's something funny/not-funny.
Zebras live in zoos.
See, it's funny/not-funny.

That's pretty much all I planned to say about zebras and zoos. I will say that I have updated VWRP. So, go ahead and check it out. Also, um, I don't know. I don't have much to say for today. Oh!
Today I dissected a frog in Science. Actually, dissecting it would have been nice. No, I mutilated it. I was in a group with four other friends. We did what we were supposed to. Then, we were all excited and wanted to see the frog's brain. Well, we couldn't get through its skull. So, we ended up breaking the spine. We twisted off the head. Then, we cut, probed and found something we think is the brain. Well, we ended up with a mutilated frog. Fingers and a leg were broken off. As well as the head. *Sigh.* Poor little frog. :(
So, it was fun while it lasted. But then we realized what we did. We all feel bad now. All we wanted was to see its brain. :(
So, there's a sad tale of woe for the little froggie.

What else? I don't have much else to say. I will say that unless I change my plans, Sundays post will be very awkward. For me. And probably everybody. I might end up changing it. I'm better off just wondering. Or I might just continue. Get it over with. I'm really curious. I guess it's not that bad. But, still.
Okay, I don't know what else to write.
(Really really fast, commercial voice.) I should probably go now. Before I start babbling on and on and on about absolutely nothing. And then I'll bore you. You'll wonder why you're even following me. And I'll be all like, I totally understand. And I won't have a blog. I won't be on the computer so much, except to play Farmville or something. And I'll be back to no life.
Have a good writing day!
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Thursday, April 29, 2010

Let's start with Yellow.
Have you ever heard of this:
Green! Green!
Pink up the phone and say,

I haven't actually heard this in years. It'll probably come around again because of my sister.
On to the yodeling:
I have the weirdest friends. One thing we all have in common is that, when we're bored, we do the weirdest things. I sing really loud and off-key. Or I talk in a weird voice. One of my friends talks in weirder voices than mine. Another one yodels. Yup. She's not good or anything, but she yodels. It is hilarious. So, there's yodeling.

And now for Yikes!
There are so many YIKES! for today. I'm actually somewhat on time for today's post. I'm typing this while watching FlashForward, though. If you like sci-fi, this is a really good show for you. Thursdays at 8 o'clock on ABC. Anyways, my next YIKES! is that tomorrow I start state testing. That's pretty big for me. What else? I have a few ideas for my 50 followers contest. I'm almost half-way there. I have some time to prepare. I was thinking of doing some sort of spread-the-word contest. This was inspired by a contest I entered about two months ago. It's a win-win situation, in my opinion. You would spread the word about my blog in whatever way you want. The people you "recruit" would mention your name, you get an extra entry. That's just an idea. I'm trying to get some more ideas for contests and prizes. Any suggestions, please tell me.
That was another YIKES!
I don't think I have anything else. I have to say that I'm so surprised. This month went by so fast. Tomorrow is the last day for the A-Z challenge. It was challenging. But it was also fun. I got to see so many blogs, "meet" so many new people. I got 22 more followers than I had. Something so small as a blog changed my life. Doesn't it feel like that? Like your blog changed your life.
I'm going to start my weekend idea this weekend, hopefully. But now, FlashForward is too interesting. Have a good writing night!
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

What can I possible talk about that starts with X? Xylophones?

I don't know many words, much less blogable ones, that start with X. So, let me make up a word, considering blogable isn't a word. (By the way, blogable: able to blog about. I just made a new word! Spread it around, please!)
Anyways, OH!!! Oh my gosh! I can't believe I forgot! HA!

Okay, sorry about that. I just remembered an X word. It's still made up, but still. I don't know if you've read my World Killers bit. If you haven't please check it out before continuing:

Okay, so have you read it yet? Good! Let me continue.
I mention the Xcyclone Warship. You wanna know what it is? Well, guess what, so do I!
For the most part, I was kidding, but there are some things that need to be worked out. The Warship isn't exactly "finished". More like a work in progress. So, I'm going to discuss a few ideas. If you've got any, I would appreciate them!
So, first things first, it is a warship. I flies around the universe destroying planets and its inhabitants. Cruel? Evil? Wrong?
That's the point.
Anyways, that being said, I would assume they would have a large supply of weapons and things. Probably high tech ray guns or something. But what about traditional weapons? Bows and arrows? Knives? Swords? What about that? I think it makes it much more personal, you know?It makes it more dangerous, too. More suspenseful. There's more feeling. Because, anybody can shoot anybody else from a distance. The victim would never see it coming. It would be funny, in a very morbid sort of way, but very.... bland? Is that the word? Anyways, I hope that made sense. Sorry if it didn't. I'm just like that.
So, besides weapons, they're going to need some sort of food substance. What could they eat? Maybe something that could never run out? Or maybe that is completely out of existence? They could be searching for a search of food. They happen to find it on Earth, which is why they stay when they get here? Yeah, that's good. But, what's the food source, the substance? Plants? Animals? Blood? Pencils? I have no idea with that one.
They would need some sort of organization system. That would be why they are always successful with their "missions". They could completely research the planet, find out everything possible about it, so that they wouldn't be unprepared.
Majesty is the head of everything. She's like the queen. Or even a tyrant. It's all in the perspective. Grace was the one put in charge of the research. Resia is the messenger. Honor is head of the preparation crew. She's kind of like a wedding planner, except it's not a wedding. So, a war planner or something. Hey, why not? She's a war planner. Leacia is the head of the tech crew. They're in charge of the weapons and technology and stuff. Oh, and one question about Leacia, how should her name be pronounced. I figured Lee-ay-shuh or Lee-cee-uh. Which one is the first one that popped into your head when you saw Leacia?
Some other people in the Xcyclone Warship are: Pride, Faith, Hope, Destiny, Royal. If you have suggestions go on and tell me. Also, if you want to be a character, let me know. As long as you don't mind dying. ;)
That's all for now. I should be able to post tomorrow. And Friday. They're the last two days. I would love to be able to post on time for those.
Have a good writing day!
(Don't be abducted by aliens!)
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What am I going to write about today? I really don't know. I guess I'll just go with the flow....

Okay, have you ever heard of Empire State of Mind by Jay-Z and Alicia Keys?
If you haven't well then listen to it now:

Okay, now two of my teachers made a parody of that song, specifically for our school. I think it's funny and lame and just a little cheesy, but whatever. Here it goes: Cheesy right? Oh well, that's, well, that. Mmm, what else....? Oh, uh.... No, I really don't know what to write about anymore. So, I'm just going to go now.
Have a good writing day!
(Aww, we got our little friend to say good bye!)
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I vant to suck your blood!

You got to admit, even though you didn't hear that, it was pretty bad.

But that's okay. I didn't want to be Dracula anyway.
Anyways, on to some more - other topics.
I was about to writer interesting, by the way. I had no idea if it would be interesting or not, so I just cut myself off. I'm going to stop blabbering now. I really hope I can.

Okay, good. So, first off:
Because of that very amazing person over at Tossing It Out, I now have 22 followers!!!!
*happy, happy, happy!*
Anyways, you should be really glad you didn't see that. I acted like a seven-year-old or something. And I would know what that looks like, I have a seven-year-old sister. Well, no. I have a sister. Yes, she's seven. But she doesn't exactly jump up and down and squeal. That's something I do.
Anyways, yeah, that was pretty cool. The followers, not the jumping. ;)

Mmmm, what else do I got? Oh yeah, I have some new plans for my weekends. If you don't know, I love werewolves. I also love vampires, but werewolves are better, at least in my opinion. So, Saturdays will be devoted to Vampires and Werewolves. Which will be perfect because of my Vamp and Werewolf Role Play. Two birds with one stone.
And on Sundays, I have something I thought was really cool. I am a Christian. I believe in God and Jesus and all that. I still haven't read through the whole Bible (working on that). Well, you should also know I don't go to church. I want to. I really do, but I can't drive myself there or anything, so I'm stuck at home on Sundays. You're probably wondering, what about my parents? Can't they take me? Why don't they? Long story that I don't even fully understand. I have to live with it. I was able to not feel guilty about it for a year or two because when my aunt used to take care of me, should would always tell me Bible stories, and stories about Jesus and Heaven and everything. Well, she stopped taking care of me. So, the guilt is back.
Anyways, I'm devoting Sunday posts to religious talk. Not necessarily Bible stories and quotes, or thing like that. More like questions and things I wonder about. I have read a lot of things. Some with some sort of religious background, some with absolutely none in sight. It makes me wonder what people who go to church and read the Bible and everything would think. Even people who don't. I just want opinions, thoughts, ideas. So, that's Sunday.
Also, my dream of one hundred followers may be coming a bit sooner than I thought. At this time, I only have 22, like I just said. I've decided maybe to have a contest at 50. Another one at 100. Why not, you know? I love contests.
So, I'm looking forward to the weekend. And May 3rd. ;)
Have a good writing day!
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Sunday, April 25, 2010

I'm finally caught up. Again. Hurray!
So, here's my talk:

I consider myself unique. Not necessarily special. Just different. And not always in a good way. If you read my P post, then you got a glimpse into the girl who call herself Writer Person, or Wolfie 402.
Well, you probably noticed that a lot of people, maybe even yourself, are quiet. Maybe a bit doubtful about themselves. Maybe.
But I consider myself unique. I've tried to explain the workings of my mind on several ocaccions to different people I know. Only one person has ever understood how I think. But we're only similar in that way. Besides our similar ways of thinking, we're totally different. We like different things, we act differently. (By the way, I'm talking about the person who writes VWRP with me. Stephus's point of view.)
So, yes, I consider myself unique. Different.
And because I think of myself that way, I think of everybody else that way. No, wait. I wrote that wrong. What I meant was, I'm not the only one. I'm different. A lot of people are different. We are all different. None of us is quite like any other. We're like snowflakes. From far away, we all look the same. Under a microscope, you can see our real selves.
Figuratively speaking, of course. It isn't actually possible to look at people under a microscope. Unless we're like the Whos in Horton Hears a Who (don't you just love Dr. Seuss?). Which, has two of my favorite quotes (I probably forgot to mention it in my Q post.):
"I meant what I said and I said what I meant. An elephant's faithful 100%."
"People are people, no matter how small."

Anyways, I just realized that wasn't a bad quote.
"We are all different. None of us is quite like any other. We're like snowflakes. From far away, we all look the same. Under a microscope, you can see our real selves."

If you can spread it around, that'd be cool. But don't say it's from me. We'll just keep that a secret. ;)
So, no, I don't think everybody's special in their own way. But I do think that everybody's unqiue. Just like a snowflake.
Have a unique writing day! And spread around my quote! ;)
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The sad part about right now's topic is that I'm playing Treasure Isle. I probably wouldn't have been able to think of a T-word. That's sad.
But, now that I have a T-word I can write.

So, let's talk about treasure. I don't mean money, or gold, or jewelry, like the kind of treasure you find on Treasure Isle. I really want to know what you "Treasure" is. What is the most important thing in the world to you.
I don't really know what my answer would be. I love my family. I love my friends. I love my books. I love my iPod with it hundreds of songs. I love Werewolves.
When I like something, it's very uncommon for me not to love it. I don't usually like things half-way. Like, this one quote says:

"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature." -Jane Austen (Northanger Abbey)

That's the way I am with people. With things, I can love things by halves. If you've seen some of my book reviews (, then you know I use 1/2 stars often. But there's nothing I wouldn't do for my family or friends. Nothing.
So, what about things. What's your favorite thing in the world? I could honestly say I wouldn't be able to live very long without books. I need to at least see them everyday. As long as I know they're there, everyday, I'm good. Sometimes I have to give up reading time. To do homework, projects, blog, go on Facebook, etc. But that's okay. I read a lot, I love reading, but I can live a day or two without actually reading. As long as I can see the books.

So, there's my treasure talk. Have a good writing day!

I've noticed one thing about people. you have to love them as they are. People change. You can't hold them back or too tightly. Because then, they might change in a different way. They might change their views on you.
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Sss... Now I'm a snake. Earlier, I was a dinosaur. RAWR!
Okay, I gotta admit that was weird. What's up with me and animals? Oh well, I'm weird like that. ;)
Ssssooo, I don't know what to write today. I just right now, about ten seconds ago, realized something. (It took me about ten seconds to type to that point.) I haven't posted anything new for VWRP!!! So, please check out the page. It should be posted. Right before it, I'll put


If it doesn't have five !, then I messed up. It should have five !. I don't know why five. I just like that number. By the way, my favorite number is 15. Random, I know. Oh, speaking of Random. I'm thinking of adding a Random page. It will be random, obviously. Some will be about me, about people I know. Or about purple bananas eating rectangular monkeys......

So, anyways, sssss, since I'm a snake right now. Just a note, I don't know why I choose a snake, of all animals. Ssss was all I could think of. Snakes were the only animals I know who make that noise. Maybe that's why. What else can I say?
If you have book suggestions, please tell me!
If you have movie suggestions (PG-13 and under), tell me!
If you have song suggestions (especially Alternative, Rock, and Pop), tell me!
If you have blog suggestions, tell me!
If you have anything to say, TELL ME!!!

I just now realized that suggestions starts with and S. *smacking forehead*
There's my forgetfulness for you! Also, if you have a Farmville... please tell me. I'm that desperate. I'm not obsessed or anything. Just desperate. Okay, so maybe I am obsessed. A little.....

Anyways, have a good suggestion day!

(Sss... I just remembered, there's a book called Suggestion by Illegal Art.
Also, I have exactly 1026 books on my to-read list.
And, please follow. I'm two away from my favorite number!)
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

My friend has this picture where there's a cute monster/dinosaur thing. It says,
It means I love you in dinosaur."

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Isn't it cute!!! Well, what else starts with R?
Ronald McDonald
I can't think of anything else. Oh! Review! Well, now that's all I can think of. Have a good writing day. RAWR!
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I haven't been blogging in a few days. I blame homework. Anyways, this is the perfect opportunity to put some of my favorite quotes. I love quotes, just so you know. I really have no idea why.

Some of my favorites are:
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. - Dr. Seuss
Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous. - Albert Einstein
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness and others have greatness thrust upon them. - William Shakespeare
Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on Earth. -Mark Twain
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. - Albert Einstein
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. - Maya Angelou
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. - Maya Angelou
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so that you eventually learn to trust noone but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. Marilyn Monroe
Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten. - G.K. Chesterton
Listen to the mustn'ts child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen child. Anything can be. - Shel Silverstein
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. -Donna Roberts
Where there is love there is life. -Mahatma Ghandi
I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing. -Neil Gaiman
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. - Henri J.M. Nouwen
Laughter is timeless. Imagination has no age. And dreams are forever. - Walt Disney Company
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget. -Arundhati Roy
Perhaps the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything terrible is, in its deepest essence, something that feels helpless and needs our love. -Rainer Maria Rilke
If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart.. I'll always be with you. -A.A. Milne
We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. Even longer,' Pooh answered. A.A. Milne
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. - Gildna Radner
It happens, baby." Dad nodded and patted me on the hand, and then he read my mind. "You forget all of it anyway. First, you forget everything you learned - the dates of the Hay-Herran Treaty and the Pythagorean Theorem. You especially forget everything you didn't really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your teachers, and eventually you'll forget those, too. You forget your junior class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friend's home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. For me, it was something by Simon & Garfunkel. Who knows what it will be for you? And eventually, but slowly, oh so slowly, you forget your humiliations - even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, and athletic, and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties. Who could get you pot. You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even theones you actually did. They're the last to go. And then once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else. -Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac

If you think I don't have tons more, you are wrong. I quote books I read, too. One of my favorites being the last quote by Gabrielle Zevin. Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac was pretty good.

Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple. - Dr. Seuss

I don't have any questions, not really. Well, not right now. I probably will later. Have a good writing day!
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A piece of what? I really don't know. I guess we'll find out.

Well, here's the opportunity to vent about school. For tis the reason I now need to catch up. Maybe a piece of my mind?

Piece of my mind: I love school. I love learning. I hate tests. I hate homework. I don't know what my point is. I don't really have a point. I'm like that. I'll say things that don't really have a point. But, that's just how I am.

That wasn't much of a vent, huh? I don't know. I'm not good at complaining. I'm also not good at staying mad. Or being mean. Or doing something wrong. My conscience would eat me up. I also don't talk too much. Especially when I want to. So, a piece of my heart?

Piece of my heart:
You know the
funny thing? About
not talking? People hardly
ever think to ask. They just
assume that you have nothing
to say. But sometimes you
do. Have something to say. Sometimes
you have to say a lot. You want to say
it. You really do.
Isn't it
funny? Not
really. It is, though.
It's not.
Not even
I don't like being
noticed. I am so used
to be in the
background. But that doesn't
mean that I don't want to be
noticed. Complimented. Talked
to. Especially when I need it.
Sometimes I really
I don't know what I would do
without a few select people. I
don't know how I could've
gone through in
I'm not depressed.
My life isn't that bad. It's
pretty good, actually. So, why the
low self-esteem? Why can't I
think better about
myself? If I can see
the best in others? If, sometimes, that's all I
choose to see?
A compliment. Just so that
I could think better about
myself. Maybe even believe that I'm
beautiful. To learn to
love myself.

Or maybe, not even that. maybe just a piece of me?

Piece of Me:
I can tell you however much I want about me. Doesn't mean that you'll ever really know me. It doesn't mean anything. Not much. I can tell you anything at all. But it will probably never mean anything. Not to you. Not to people who don't know me. But if you do, you'd probably be surprised. Because a lot of people probably think that they know me. And they probably don't. It's hard for others to know everything about you, when you don't even know much about yourself.

So, there was a piece. Of my mind. Of my heart. Of just me.
Have a good writing day!
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Friday, April 16, 2010

Okay, so today I want opinions. Look through my posts, read my work. I would like opinions. What you liked, didn't like. Things like that. Also, here's a few blogs that would like opinions:

What's So Random: She has a few posts now. I found them entertaining. But then again, I know her personally. Oh well. Swing, hop, or fly on by!

Katie's Book Blog: She's a big reader. Not as big as me, though. Not as far as I can tell. Anyways, she has a few contests. Check her out, especially if you're a reader.

A Dreamygal's World: I can't find a way to desribe this blog. You should just see for yourself.

A Rose Colored Glass: Wow. I really liked this blog. Wow. Also, besides just posts, she has tons of pictures and music. Wow.

The Writer's Lounge: This is a unique blog. She has over 300 followers. (I'll admit I wouldn't mind having that many followers.) It's really good. Check it out.

It's really fun writing about other blogs. I'll try not to get obsessed with it. Anyways, I have a VWRP page. I'll tell you whenever I update it. Have a good writing day!
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I really like this song. Never Say Never by The Fray. If you haven't heard it, I suggest you do. This was another can't miss opportunity. So, I'm going to distract you from my nonexistent writing by posting a little bit more of my Vamp/Werewolf Role Play, which I will now start calling VWRP. It's just easier.

We were at Beni Hanna’s. I would have loved it. But it was Jared's choice. No way was I giving in. Ray sat down next to me, my father on my other side, Jared right across from me. After our food got here, but before we started eating, Jared stood up and clinked his glass.
"As you all know," he said to the 15 other Pack members that decided to show up. "Kat is going to be turning 16 soon. This means that pretty soon she will have to choose a mate."
Everybody was nodding and looking at me. I was so glad the rest of the Pack wasn't here. So glad Steph wasn't.
"I would like to formally propose to her. To formally offer myself." There was a lot of clapping.
I didn't look to see who was clapping and who wasn't.
I looked at Ray. He was pretending to clap and be happy. He was good at pretending. I couldn't wait for this night to be over.

I hoped she got my message. I lay down on my bed and slept.

Just after Jared sat down, my phone vibrated. I checked the message:
I sent the message. Sat there thinking for a few seconds. How could we possibly meet? What with everybody pressuring me to choose a mate? The Attack? I sent another message: TOMORROW. I SWEAR. USUAL TIME SAME PLACE C YAS <3 br="" kat="">
I was dreaming about Kat when my phone vibrated. I opened it and read the text:
Yay. My heart fluttered. And my phone vibrated again.
TOMORROW. I SWEAR. USUAL TIME SAME PLACE C YAS <3 br="" kat="">I smiled and shut the phone and fell into a peaceful sleep, waiting for midnight to come.

I really hope the distraction worked. ;) Anyways, have a good writing day!
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I have not been on since Wednesday. I feel really bad about that. So I'm going to have three posts today. Wow. I'm so glad it's Saturday. This week was... crazy. Well, I really like exploring the world of bloggers. There are so many interesting things out there. For right now, I want to introduce a blogger who is so new that she doesn't even have posts yet. I figure that a few followers will inspire her. Please check her out at

Also, some more for Vamp/Werewolf Role Play:

I stopped. Oh my God. It was Jared. I pulled Steph back. He almost stumbled. I removed my hand from his arm as soon as I could. I was afraid that if I didn't, I would never let go.
Jared heard us. Crap, no.
"Run!" I mouthed to Steph. He shook his head, softly at first, then again, more determined.
"Go!" I mouthed again. Jared was slowly walking towards us. I grabbed Steph, and we ran the hell out of there.
I hoped and prayed that Jared thought we were only a few deer.

Crap! It's Jared. Kat pulled me back. I almost stumbled, but I righted myself. Sadly, she removed her hand from my arm. He heard us and turned around. Oh crap.
"Run!" Kat mouthed to me. I shook my head. I would not leave her here with that horrible man. He only wanted Kat for her looks, but the looks were a mere coincidence compared to what I actually liked about her.
"Go!" She mouthed. Jared slowly walked toward us. Kat grabbed me and we ran like hell. If only Jared thought we were deer.

We ran all the way back to my house. Ray was running towards us.
"Wolfie!" I couldn't help but smile. I felt Steph looking at me. I stopped immediately. We all stopped running in the middle of the street.
"Father is looking for you."
"What? He's back?"
"Yes. We need to go. NOW!"
"But-" I looked to Steph, helpless.
"You need to go. God, why does this keep happening...?” I muttered the last part.
"We'll meet some other time?"
"Yes. Of course."
"See ya later then." He ran away. I couldn't worry about him right now. I walked to my house. I didn't smell like vampire. Oh, thank God.
My father was sitting on the porch. He looked up when I got to the driveway.
"Good you're here. Let's go."

She left me again! Why does that always happen! I went back to the Lair and walked towards my room. Rebecca popped out of nowhere, all auburn hair and fluttery eyelids. She gets on my nerves.
"Let's go somewhere, Stephus." I shuddered. Oh God no! The thought was repulsive.
"Hell no!" She looked like she had been deprived of blood.
"You're making a BIG mistake, hanging out with that Werewolf girl." Oh my God! How did she know about that? I didn't care. I pushed her away from me and slammed my door in her face.

That was to make up for lack of stuff. Have a good writing day!
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010

So, I'm not going to write something today. No time. I still have homework to do. I'm setting a bad example by no doing it right now. In case you don't know, I am a procrastinator. I can never do anything ahead of time. I find, though, that sometimes I do better at the last minute. Well, anyways, back to this post. I want to mention a few contests, a few blogs, etc.
I've been roaming around the world of bloggers. There are many interesting things out there that I didn't know about until today.
The first blog I would like to mention is A Book-Lover's Review. I've been following this blog for a few weeks. I really like it. She's a big reader (like me). She's also having this HUGE contest. So follow her and you can enter. I also want to mention Princess Bookie. She's also having a HUGE contest. I don't know when it officially ends, so be sure to check ASAP. Some other blogs I've encountered are:
Breaking the Spine: I found it today, but I think I'll stick around.
Writing: A Soul's Way of Breathing: AchingHope is having a contest, so be sure to check that out. I really like the creepy owl thing.
Are You Hungry For The Hunger Games?!: A Big fan of The Hunger Games. She know just about everything about The Hunger Games. If you're a fan, GO! Nobody's stopping you!
Wagging Tales: Another contest holder. Stop by ASAP. As long as you're a follower, you can enter in her contest.
Tossing it Out: Actually, if you're here, it's very likely that you came from here, huh?

So, contests: A Book-Lover's Review (Guess Who? Contest) and Writing: A Soul's Way of Breathing (Contest). Good luck, bloggers!

Also, Vamp/Werewolf Role Play:

Stephus: (I accidently cut it off from yesterday's post. Woops...)
"Thank you."
"I was just leaving. Bye Stephus." He looked like a scared puppy. I chuckled. I loved making Werewolf humor.
"Bye Ray." He ran away as fast as he could.
"Hi Steph." Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! My heart stopped. She was wearing a really pretty red dress. It fit all her beauty. I couldn't describe it but with one word: WHOA! Her beautiful blue-green eyes sparkle in the moonlight and her lips- whoa. They were so beautiful. I just wanted to kiss her. But I didn't think she felt the same way. Oh. My. God. I almost passed out, but I didn't want to show weakness.

Why did he have to come now? I was wearing that incredibly embarrassing red dress my father required me to wear at the Pack dinner tonight. "Kat!" Ray called out. I ran down the stairs, wishing I could shift so he wouldn't have to see me in this. I stopped in the doorway. I stared at him. Damn. My heart nearly shattered. Did he know how he hurt me? Did he have to look so beautiful? My God. I love him."Hi Steph.""Uh, hey, Kat. What's the dress for?" Damn, he noticed. "Dinner tonight, with the Pack. Red dress required." I smiled, very much embarrassed. "Ah. It's pretty. You look nice." My heart leaped. But he probably didn't mean it that way. That hurt. Bad.

Crap! I'm an idiot. I told her that she looked nice. I did a mental groan. She looked so beautiful I didn't want to do anything but gaze at her and her beautiful self for all eternity. I hoped I hadn't ruined her plans for the pack dinner. Oh my God. I will never be able to not breathe again. We walked to the clearing, making small conversation. Something wasn't right. I smelled wolf. And it wasn't Kat. She smelled like everything that was pure and good and my world all mixed up into one tantalizing smell. Why did she have to torture me so?Then I saw the figure. Holy crap! A figure. In our clearing. Oh shit!

I've nothing else to share today. Sorry guys. I still have homework to do. Have a good writing day! (And the time that goes with it.)
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

So, if you've been following for a few days, you've probably read my Vamp/Werewolf Role Play. The main characters being Kat and Steph.

So, here's Kat's description:

Name: Kat
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Looks: human- light brown, curly hair; blue-green eyes, 5' 7", tanned skin, very pretty
wolf- black fur, green eyes, small for a wolf
Crush: Steph
Vampire/werewolf: werewolf
Personality: somewhat like me. somewhat
Other: n/a

Here's another bit:

I was at home. Talking to Ray. We were trying to relax. The Pack was in trouble, we were told not to be involved. So we tried to forget about it. We were watching SpongeBob. Laughing hard. Not really cause the show was funny. It was, but that wasn't why we were laughing. We had played a joke on the local pups. We weren't trying to be mean. We loved them, but we needed someone to trick. My phone buzzed.
"What the hell?" I was practically yelling.
"You okay?" Ray asked.
"No... Steph..." I whispered under my breath. I hadn't heard what Ray said.
"Steph? What happened?" He knew about us still being friends. He covered for us when he could. He was excellent at it.
"He said he'd be here in five"
"Why would he do that? Somebody will see him."
"Yeah. I realize that. Dammit!"

I walked up to her house, knocking on the door. I had on my regular clothes, but I actually tried to look good today. Every other day I looked crappy. No wonder K doesn't like me. Ray answered the door. I hate Ray. He's Kat's friend, but he's a Werewolf and they make me terribly jealous. I had to punch something, but I didn't want to make anybody mad.
"Uh, hi Stephus."
"Hi Ray. Can I come in?"
"No!" I looked at him questioningly.
"Wait- it's not what it look like! I just don't want her to get in trouble!"
"Sure. Can you send her out?"
"Kat!" He called.

I can't do much else today. I've been back at school for two days. I wish I was still on Spring Break. Oh well. June will come soon enough, along with summer vacation. Well, have a good writing day!
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Monday, April 12, 2010

So, I don't know what jumping to conclusions has to do with today's post. I really don't. This was just an opportunity that I just couldn't pass up. Well, anyways, I wanted to post a little bit more from my Vamp/Werewolf Role Play:


"Where've ya been Wolfie?" Jared asked. "Shut up." I punched him. We were in human form. "Don't call me Wolfie." My voice was ice cold. "Why, Ray calls you that?" His voice was hard. *Like I give a crap.* I didn't answer. We got to the meeting place. My father and Ray were standing in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by about 20 people from our Pack. Ray saw me and removed himself from the group, walking towards me. "Hey, Wolfie!" He waved. I waved back, my mouth pulling into a genuine smile. I may hate it when Jared calls me that, but I absolutely love it when Ray does. I walked towards him. "So, what's going' on?"


I walked into the dining hall. Oh, God. I thought I just got rid of her. Why me?! And guess who walked right up to me with a tray of food? Rebecca! The last person I wanted to see.We walked over to a table, and I reluctantly sat down. I really wasn't in the mood for Becky's senseless chatter. I flipped open my cell phone. My heart fluttered when I saw a message from Kat. Yay!I NEED TO TALK TO YOU, STEPH. WE NEED TO MEET AT THE CLEARING AT MIDNIGHT. ♥ KAT.The little heart at the end made my heart flutter. I got up and ran to my room before Becky noticed.

Just after I posted yesterday, I remembered another idea that had come to me. It's kind of a cross between I Am Legend (loved!), Avatar (also LOVED!), and Jurassic Park (I've seen it millions of times since I was five). Now, I got the idea before I saw Avatar. I might have seen I Am Legend already. I don't remember. Well here's the preface/prologue:


When the disease was first discovered, some of the greatest scientists in the world got together. They studied the behavioral and physical changes the disease caused. After abut a week, all of the scientists were dead. Well, they were still alive. They just weren't themselves anymore. They had gotten the disease. They let the captured infected people lose into the world. The disease spread like a wild fire. It could spread in any form. Like with rabies, it spread when and infected person bit a healthy one. Like genetic diseases, when an infected person has a baby before the symptoms appear. Like an STD, when an infected person- well, you get the idea. It spread like crazy and nobody knew what to do to stop it. All of the important people, like famous celebrities and UN ambassadors, hid. They went somewhere and never came back. Odds are though, that they didn't survive. They were all used to having money, power, whatever they wanted. They were used to hot baths and the fanciest food. They either couldn't handle the environment or they themselves got the disease. The population, which was almost at 10 billion, cut in half during the first month of the disease. About half of the five billion died during the next months because of the change of environment. Nobody knows what caused the environment to change. One day it was filled with tall buildings and long stretches of highway, the next all of the trees and plants had overgrown. the sidewalks and streets and highways cracked. Some of the taller buildings collapsed and there went a few million people with each fallen building. People panicked. The disease was one thing. We could protect ourselves from that. The environment was another. Earthquakes became an everyday thing. Hurricanes, tsunamis and other such disasters became just as frequent. The trees and plants grew taller and stronger. Soon it was like they were living beasts, swinging their branches and leaves about, destroying whatever was in their way. Only about 2 billion people survived the second month. At the end of the third month, the population decreased to about 200 million. By the end of the fourth, 10 million people were left. After the next month, the population stayed at a steady one million people in the world. Of course, the infected population grew steadily in these five months. By the end of this period, their population was about four billion.

Now, the whole math thing probably needs to be fixed. But for now, I'm going to leave it. What's it called? Poetic justice and whatnot. So, have a good writing day!
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Saturday, April 10, 2010

So, I don't have a new idea for today's blog. I have a party to get ready for. Mine! Well, I do want to introduce a few things today. I want to, first of all, post another segment of my Vamp/Werewolf Role Play:

I almost ran past the Wolf. He was running so fast and silently towards our clearing. It's a good thing he at least noticed the rabbit. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have stopped and would have noticed the vampire smell. Yeah, they did smell. Most of them smelled like death and decay. Some like Steph smelled so alive and bright. I had no idea how that really smelled, but that's what Steph smelled like to me. I recognized the wolf. It was Jared. Oh God, this ain't good.

I drug myself to the Lair (that is so stereotypical.) I mean, it was kinda dark in there. I'm the only Vampire who can go out in the sunlight, so of course the Others needed a dark place to stay. I wasn't in the mood to deal with the Others right now. I ran to my room and tried to hide the Wolfie smell. Hee-Hee. Wolfie. Wow. I'm so immature. I hoped they wouldn't notice.I was walking to the dining hall when I crashed into Rebecca. I hated her. She disgusted me. She was so into me. It was really obvious. She always followed me around and wore revealing dresses and batted her eyelashes and giggled at everything I said, hoping I would notice her. But I didn't. The only girl I ever notice is Kat, but she doesn't even love me, or LIKE me. I don’t know how much longer I can go on being "just friends." Gosh. My heart is tearing into painful little shards. "What do you want, Becky?""You." She stated, like it was so obviously what she and I already knew."Well keep dreaming. 'Cause this," I started at my head and move my hand down to my feet, inches away from my actual skin, "is already waiting to be taken by someone else.""Well I'll keep trying. You know that." She batted her eyelashes and tossed her auburn hair over her shoulder."Whatever. You won't have me for as long as you are a Vampire." I retorted. She walked away, shaking her hips just slightly, trying to be sexy. She is so lame.

Sorry I don't have anything new. I'm trying, but since school is starting on Monday, I have less time than usual. I really wish Spring Break was longer. Well, yesterday I got the idea to have a contest for every hundred followers I get. I only have six at this point. So, I have some time to figure out what I could do. Also, I have two ideas that I won't be introducing today, but they're coming up. I just need to ask my friend if she's okay with it because we share the ideas. I also have another piece that I came up with a few months ago. It's not long. It's third person, but after the prologue, I think I'll write it in first person.

World Killers

Preface- A New World (2090)
The Xcyclone Warship

Resia knelt before Majesty, who sat on her throne in the middle of the room.
“Here is your request, Majesty.” She raised the box above her head.
“Excellent. Rise.” The messenger rose and gave Majesty the box.
“You may leave now.” Majesty gestured for her to go and Resia rushed out the door.
“Enjoy, Majesty,” she hastily replied as she was leaving the room.
“Grace, my dear, come here.” Her advisor walked to Majesty’s throne was.
She had always enjoyed being in Majesty’s presence. Yes, at times she was incredibly mean; yelling at everybody, hurting people, liking the most violent solutions, but only Grace had seen the kind of person Majesty is (figuratively speaking, they considered themselves people, but they aren't humans). She was kind, wise, fun, and she only wanted the universe to be the way she thought it should be. She led the missions to kill vile creatures they came across while exploring the universe for a new home. She left the kind ones alone. Majesty may be evil at times, but her intentions were good. Although, Grace couldn't help but think, sometimes the worst things happen from the best intentions.
“Yes, Majesty. Do you require anything?”
“I've found a new planet to kill. These creatures are far beyond anything I've seen before; they’re arrogant, conceded, ignorant, vile, creatures.” Never before had Majesty used more than two words to describe any creature. Even the Lemels, the worst ones they had come across ever, had only gotten two words: blood-thirsty and arrogant.
“What do you propose we do?” Grace already booted up her contact watch and looked quickly to the right and left. The monitor screens were white instead of black, which meant that the cameras were being set up to ship to the new planet. They hadn't been used for fifteen years and it’ll be a while until they’re used again. This planet must be at least fifteen years away.
“I want Honor and her crew. Tell them to go to the conference room. You’ll be doing some research on these creatures so we know more about what we’re up against. Also get the tech crew. Ask them how many cameras they can make and tell them to triple that number and they have five days.”
“Oh course, Majesty, right away.” Grace left to the back room and sent the message to Honor. She quickly looked up the planet and kept the page on tab. She found the tech crew, a hundred people, working on Majesty’s electronic devices: her iScreen; contact watch; armor necklaces, armlets, anklets, and bracelets; her monitor control; and her broken monitors.
“Majesty wants to know how many cameras you can make,” she told Leacia, the head of the tech crew.
“We can make a hundred in ten minutes if all of us are present and we have the proper equipments,” Leacia said as she worked on the armor armlet.
“How many can you make in a day?”
“We can make twenty-five thousand if we work in the factory.”
“Majesty wants you to triple that and you have five days to work. Make half rovers and the other half stand stills.”
“That’s doable, but one question. Why does she need so many?”
“This is a bigger planet than most. Many live there and she is going to leave a fair amount of survivors. She wants to see if they’re strong enough to survive on their own and she want to see their every action.”
“Excuse me, Grace, but one more question,” Leacia said cautiously.
“Of course, Leacia, what is it?”
“What exactly is this planet called?”

I haven't edited it yet. I don't think it needs to be edited too much, though. So, have a good writing day. Happy (late) Birthday to me!
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Friday, April 9, 2010

Here's a little bit more of my Vampire and Werewolf:

Oh God it felt so right to be in his arms. They were strong and tightly holding me against his body. I didn't want to let go. But I did. He couldn't feel this way. I wasn't even sure *what* it was I felt. When I let go, there was another howl. Way too close. “Steph, I gotta go. I`m sorry. We have to meet some other time.” The howl was so close. I shifted and ran towards the howl, picking up a small rabbit on the way.

She ran into my arms. It felt so, i don't know. It just felt... RIGHT. Like mt world was complete. Oh God. I hope we can stay like this forever. "Steph, I gotta go. I'm sorry. We'll have to meet some other time." She shifted and ran towards a very close, but very distant howl. My heart broke right then. This was proof she didn't love me. Why does she always leave me?! I just wanted to stay in that sweet embrace forever and ever until the world ended. Then a thought hit me. Crap! Kat didn't love me.

Also, I have a few more ideas on the way. I just need a little more time. I haven't had much of it lately. By the way, I will NEVER be a teacher. I never really wanted to be one anyway, but after helping my mother today, it is official. I will not be a teacher.
Well, I only had the Vamp/Werewolf thing and new ideas announcement. So, have a good writing day!
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Thursday, April 8, 2010

So far, I've introduced you to some new ideas that I barely came up with, like Abduction, the Belonging, Creations. I will continue those because I see some potential in them. I've also introduced you to Unseen (Explanation), and my Vampire and Werewolf Role Play (Failure). So, I want post another Vampire and Werewolf bit: (Just a reminder, I write Kat's POV and my friend write Stephus's POV)

The howling stopped. Crap, what do I do? I thought. Steph wanted to meet me. The Pack wanted me to be at the meeting. I didn't have time to make my decision. I ran towards the meeting place. Shifted back into human form. Slipped into the sundress I had been wearing before. I stepped out of the darkness and into the clearing. My heart skipped a beat. Oh God. There he was standing motionless in the center of the clearing. His hair was blowing in the light breeze, shining a dark purple in the moonlight. He looked like he was glowing. Oh my Dear Lord. How could I feel this way? He was my best friend. Surely he didn't feel this way. I heard a howl, closer to me this time. Damn. I ran to Steph. He caught me in his arms. Shouldn't have done that, smart one.

I was watching the moon, thinking about Kat's eyes, while the wind blew my hair around my head in a frenzy. Her beautiful blue-green eyes. We'd been best friends forever. She supported me when I'd turned into a Vampire, and I'd been her pale shoulder to cry on when she'd discovered that her mother was a Werewolf, and so she was destined to be one, too. If she loved me, we would live on together, forever if we weren't caught. I heard a howl, but not K's howl. She's here. Stupid hair. I hope I look okay. I turned around at the speed of light. Oh my God! Holy crap! How can anything be so beautiful? I swooned, but gained composure of myself lighting fast. She stood in the clearing. Her brown hair flapping around her face in the wind. She looks like an angel. Her beautiful black sundress flattered her curves. I wanted to- no I had to stop myself. We couldn't be together. I didn't even know if she liked me. In her opinion, we were probably just friends, which killed me inside. I wanted to be WAY more than friends.

More introductions... coming up! Have a good writing day!
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I am truly a failure. Well, at least for today. Seriously? I can't think of anything? I'm always filled to the brim with so many ideas that sometimes I can't even hear my parents when they're talking to me. Well, I'm going to use this moment of failure to introduce something my friend and I came up with about a month ago.


Kat (Girl)
There was howling in the distance. I ran, hoping I wasn't too late. Hoping they wouldn't notice. I shifted gracefully into my wolf form. I picked up speed. My long legs gliding over the ground. My black fur rustled in the blowing wind. I howled into the night. Another howl answered me. They noticed. This won't be good.

Stephus (Guy)
I ran, quick as if all hell was breaking loose. I was going to see Kat. My heart did a weird little flutter-pound in my chest. I smiled and ran my hand through my hair. I was totally in love with her. If anybody found out, they would kill me. *At least I won't burn in the sunlight,* I thought to myself. I couldn't wait. I ran to our meeting place and arrived just before my ears heard Kat running to me in her wolf form. My heart was going to burst out of my chest, even though it didn't beat. This happened every time I though about her. I sighed, wondering if she was in love with me too, and if what would happen if we were caught.

Every now and then I'll post some more. It's pretty long. And it's still going. Hope you aren't a failure today, like I am.
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So, this is just a way to get through E. I'm sorry to say, that I was unable to think of anything. When I have no inspiration whatsoever, it is best not to write. It's almost as bad as when I'm bored. Those are the two worst times for me to write. Because then I'm uninterested and I don't make sense. I also tend to not explain enough, or things like that. It's just best for me not to write during those times. Trust me. I know. I do, however, want to introduce an idea I came up with about two years ago:

Staring across the hall, I was worried. It was after me, I knew it was. What I didn't know was that it was after the world. If I had known that I would've been more worried.
It was moving closer to me. If I could see it, it could definitely see me. I quickly hid myself on the top shelf of the closet. Why? Of all people, why me?
It was still moving around the house. Nobody was home, and even if they were, it’s not like they would believe if I told them what I saw. Where is everybody? Why aren't they home?
I lay there on the top shelf hoping it wouldn't find me. I didn't know what to do. Time was running out. I was left with nothing to stop it. Nobody believed me and it was those people’s help I needed. I needed an answer.

So, beacuse of my explanation, I'm not going to rewrite this until later. It's okay, but I see room for improvement. I'll be introducing a few more ideas later on. Have a good writing day! (Unlike me.)
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What a pleasant topic, huh? Drowing. Well, I'm trying to practice pain and suffering. I like books with that because it seems more real to me. I just need to practice writing it. Also, this is inspired by Flash Forward (Thursdays @ 8 on ABC 7).

First Person: (I find it's more powerful that way)

I couldn't think. The pain erased every thought I could have possibly had. My fingers clawed at him. They were frozen. They missed entirely. I could hear his laughter. Anger surged through me, before he tightened his grip. The pain, so agonizing. Why was he doing this to me? what did I ever do to him? He tightened his grip even more. I didn't think that was possible without killing me. But I knew he didn't want that. He pulled me back to the surface, the air stinging my face, burning my throat. He knew how to torture. I don't even want to know how he learned. But the air cleared my mind for a few seconds. More than enough time to find out what he was thinking. Not enough time to see what he looked like. So many dark, cruel, evil thoughts. I couldn't believe everything he had done. I gasped, just as he dunked my head back below the water. I choked on the water. Inhaled sharply, before I could stop myself. Choked. Repeated this over and over. I thought for sure I would die. I really wish I had. He pulled me back out of the water. I gasped for breath. He threw me. Literally. I landed a few feet away. On my knees, I coughed up the water. I could feel my lungs struggling to keep working. So much pain. My brain refused to think. There was too much pain for that. I felt his hands on my shoulders. I gasped, automatically kicked him. I felt his sharp intake of breath. I stumbled onto my feet, ran. I wasn't fast enough. He caught me from behind. Put his arm around my neck. Threatened to kill me. I didn't move. Listened to him talk. I wish I hadn't. I wish he had just killed me. Because I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have said yes. Shouldn't have lived to say it.

By the way, the reason she saw his thoughts is because she was psychic. That's why the guy wanted to use her. I don't really know what for though.
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Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Okay, so originally, I was going to continue my Abduction segment. I decided to put that on hold for a little bit because then I came up with this: (practicing third person)

Third Person:

He was finishing up his latest invention. Or maybe, inventions. There were three of them. They were his creations. He was proud of them. Carefully, he carved symbols and letters into them. He was almost done. After years of working (he did not know how many), he had finally finished. So many years of solitude and silence. But finally, he was done. He could show his creations to the world. He would be praised, loved. That was all he ever wanted.
He stood back, his eyes scanning for any imperfections. He decided they were perfect. They would do their job. They would do it well. Tears stung in his eyes as he thought, I can go home. He didn't allow himself to think anything past that. He knew that no matter what, he would probably never go home. But that didn't mean he couldn't be loved, praised, adored. He could start over as the famous inventor. Or maybe, creator. This wasn't any invention. This was a creation. He wanted to make a difference in the world. He threw sheets over each of his creations. Carefully, he placed them in the trunk of his car. They were small, maybe three of four feet tall. He laid them flat, so that they wouldn't fall over. He started the car and drove off to were it all started.
You see, the Creator, he wanted to be loved, wanted to make a difference in this world. He wanted to do something good with his life. Little did he know that, for the sake of the world, he probably just should have died all those years ago. Because the person who had tried to kill him knew what he would do. He knew what the future held.
But the Creator, he didn't. He had no idea.
That his creations, his pride and joy for those years of solitude and silence, would do what they did.
That they would kill,
and destroy
every last
bit of

So, you can probably see why I switched topics. This is another topic that I must pursue later on. Please comment!
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I'm so full of ideas today.
Here's some background info for my next segment:
There was a powerful bracelet that has been passed down from generation to generation. Nobody knew what it did, but it was a burden for it keeper. Well, eventually is got lost along the way. There was a search for it. Now, a girl named Val finds it.

It was dark. The werewolves would be out tonight. I watched silently, waiting for them. I was sitting beside a large oak, where I usually sat. The bright moon didn't chase the dark away. They would be hear. Sure enough, I heard howls in the distance. I could almost feel the ground rumble as they ran towards the clearing, towards me. They reached me a few minutes later. Some of the older ones ran toward me. They were used to me. I saw my black wolf. He was walking toward me slowly. I watched him. The others tugged at me for attention. I patted them absently. As he walked closer, I saw him carrying something in his mouth. The others froze and watched as he dropped it in my hands. I studied the object. It was a bracelet. Old, but beautiful and power seemed to radiate from it.
"What is it?" I asked. I looked up. The wolves were no longer wolves. They were human. Including my wolf. They looked around, confused. I didn't understand what was happening.
"Where did you get this, Max?" The humans began to gather. There were about fifty of them, total. None of them spoke, as if they thought that if they stayed quiet long enough, they would turn back. Nothing happened.
"Max?" I asked softly. He looked at me. "Where did you get this? What is it?"
"Val," he said seriously. "They were going to kill us."
"What?" I was confused.
"That bracelet is The Bracelet. Without it in the right hands..." he trailed off. So I finished it for him.
"You want me to sacrifce myself? To take the burden?" He looked at me, startled.
"No, Val. I would never want that. I want to take it back. Where it belongs."
"Surely, you don't mean in the Belonging?"
"Sure I do. It's the only way."

I'll be honest and say that I haven't figured out what this bracelet does or even what/where the Belonging is. But I like the name. The Belonging. Please comment. Maybe even bring up an idea for what the bracelet does, what the Belonging is. This is another to-be-continued story.
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So, I've decided to take part in the Blogging From A to Z April Challenge.
And even though I'm starting a bit late, I'm trying to catch up. So, for A, I decided to Abduction. And to practice my sci-fi skills (which I need, you'll see why later...), I've decided to write about Alien Abduction. Oooo... scary....

I woke with a start. I felt a sharp sensation on my arm. I tried to open my eyes to see what it was, but they were already open. Why can't I see? I thought, worried. I tried lifting my arm. It felt like it was about to be ripped off from its socket. I stopped. Tried to calm down. But that wasn't working very well. I opened my mouth, but no noise came out. Fear engulfed me. What was happening? Where am I? Why am I here? These questions ran through my mind. I was too scared to focus on any one question or answer. A crash! rang in my ears, sharp and piercing. It felt like nails on a chalkboard, but about ten times worse. Something grabbed my head, scratched at my eyes. The sudden vision left me blinded by light for a few seconds. My eyes were able to adjust quickly.
I was in a lab of sorts, but it was plain. It only had a counter (bare of anything), a sink (a leaky faucet), the rock solid bed I was laying on (was it a bed, or a table?), and a tray right beside. There were tools strewn about on the tray. I looked up at the creature.
"Hello," he said, pleasantly. I was suspicious, but I felt that slowly melt away as he stared politely at me.
"Hi..." I said cautiously. I tried to figure out what he was up to. I looked into his eyes, saw mere curiosity. I studied the way he was standing over me, strangely protective. I surveyed the room I was in, nothing suspicious, except for the supplies. I looked back to him and examined his features. Black hair, pulsing yellow eyes, dark complexion. He was tall (6 feet?), muscular, beautiful. I thought back. Where had I seen others like him? He seemed so familiar. Where?
"You don't remember?" he asked thoughtfully.
I kept thinking back then - I remembered. Who he was. Why he was familiar. I had been here before.

This segment was (partially) based on this: (also written by me)

I woke up. It was almost noon and the house was quiet. A feeling of dread washed over me. I checked my parent's room. It was empty. I ran through the house, trying to find them. Nobody was home. I ran outside. The street was deserted. Cars were stopped in the middle of the street, their doors half open. I ran from house to house, peeking into the windows to see if anybody was home. I kept doing this until I got to the end of our street. The land was barren beyond that point. I turned around. A boy was walking towards me. I calmed automatically. I'm not alone, I thought. The wind swept through the street. He disappeared. I woke up. The boy was standing over me. I screamed.

I'll definitely be continuing this story later. But for now, onto my B post.
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Tuesday, April 6, 2010

So, I officially started writing back in fourth grade. Inspiration comes in the strangest places. Mine come from absolutely nothing in particular. I remember I came up with this after I got out of the shower. I was drying my face and I swore I saw this playing over and over in my head:

Even though she couldn’t speak with her mouth her eyes spoke for her.
As I looked into her eyes I could understand right away what she was trying to say.
Help please, Annabelle, help me!
I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to show her, somehow, what she meant to me.
She was my best friend in the hardest time of my life. How could I let her just slip away from me like this without at least saying, “Thank you.”
“Samantha, you’re the best. Thank you … for everything.”
“You’re welcome, Annabelle, you’re welcome…”
And that was it. She used the last of her strength to say that. And yet I still couldn’t thank her enough. If only she knew (or maybe she did know) how much she meant to me.

It's not the best thing I've ever written. Honestly, I think the dialogue was poor. The scene wasn't descriptive enough. Who are they? What's happening? Where are they? When is it? WHY? HOW? You see? It could have been much better. But, hey, I was nine. I was just starting to write. I would have written it like this:

She was lying, weak, on the bed. The hospital room was bright, strangely cheery. All an illusion. It was hard to feel it's affect (effect?) when your best friend is dying. She kept a steady gaze on me. She couldn't talk. But it didn't matter. Her eyes spoke for her. Help, they said. Yet, they were calm, as if they had already accepted what was to come. As if it was inevitable.
And it was. There was no help for her.
But, still. I struggled to find something to say to her. Something that could sum up how much she had helped me in the past two years. How much she had meant to me.
I sat down lightly beside her limp form on the hospital bed. She was still staring at me.
I whispered softly. "Thank you, Sam. You don't know how much you meant to me." I used to past tense on accident. But there was no point pretending that she would still live.
She nodded weakly. Her eyes saying, I know.... They dimmed. The light going out for a second before coming back. "What's it like?" I couldn't help but ask.
Her eyes flickered to one of the light bulbs in the middle of the room. Her hands grasped the control on the bedside table. Dimmed the light, slowly. Just before it went out completely, she smiled and put the control back on the table. Because it was so dark, I couldn't see her die.
But I felt it.
A strange absence. An ending.
Or maybe a new beginning.

Well, that's a bit better. Don't you think?
Please comment. I'd appreciate it.
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So, here I am. I officially have two blogs: my reading blog ( and my writing blog (HERE!).
This blog is for readers AND writers. I will post little bits and pieces along with background info every day or so. This is also a place to post your own writing, to comment on mine, I'll comment on yours. I'm not a proffessional. Sorry. But, I am a reader. That should count for something. I'm honest when it comes to writing. I'll tell you what I like/don't like about it. I'll tell you what I would do with it, what you should do to make it the best it could be (which in this case is two totally seperate things). This is my hope, anyway. Since my other blog has absolutely NO followers, I don't know what to expect. Hopefully, I'll get some people to read and comment. Maybe some people will show my what they've done.
Hi, I'm Writer Person. I hope that I can work with you. *hand shake*
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