Life. The fanfic that never ends.
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| Sad, but true. |
Can't you see I am reading?
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| When people interrupt me, this is how I respond. |
Friday, September 26, 2014
The World Within
The day had been normal, or so it seemed for Sapphire. Yes, her name Sapphire. Her mother thought it would be cool and mystical to have her daughter named after a gem. Sapphire didn't mind it really, she embraced her unique name, but most people called her Sapph.
Her prison (her name for that godforsaken place: school) had just been released and she walked into the school library, searching for a book. This was the only place she enjoyed in that place. Running her fingers over the old tattered books, Sapphire asked Mr. Linden, the librarian, about a novel. Sapph had ironically picked up a book whose color matched her name.
"Mr Linden, what's this book about? And is it worth reading?" she questioned.
He looked up from his desk, glancing at the novel. His face then turned quite pale. "Sapphire, put that book back. Right now. Trust me. It is not worth reading. Just put it back on the shelf." he answered back with a serious tone.
Sapph was confused by Mr. Linden's strong reaction to this mere book. "What's wrong with it? It looks like any other book to me. It can't be that bad. Are you pulling my leg right now, Mr. Linden?" she inquired with a smile..
"Sapphire. Please don't ask me anymore. I can't describe why. It just. Nothing good comes from that book. Please just put it back on the shelf and forget about it. I beg of you. We should have gotten rid of that book years ago. I'm going to call to get it taken out of here tomorrow. So please," Mr. Linden said as he reached for the telephone, dialing.
She could see the fear in his eyes, and nodded in return. Sapph placed it back on the shelf and roamed the shelves once more, as he watched her. When Mr. Linden looked away, Sapph couldn't help it. She went back to the shelf, grabbing the worn out book, stuffing it in her satchel. She grabbed another novel that looked like something she would read. She showed it to Mr. Linden so, he was aware of her borrowing it.
(Author Note: This library is not like the kind we have today, there's no sensors in the books or anything)
Because most of the student avoided the library, Mr. Linden was very laidback and allowed Sapphire to take the novels without official checking them out. There wasn't much of an official system anyway, and Sapphire was an avid reader, basically living in the library. He had finished his phone call about the disposal of that novel after Sapphire left. He went to grab the novel, and then he realized it. "OH NO," he spoke as he rushed out of the library, looking for her.
Sapphire had just arrived home after a nice 15 minute walk from school. "I'm home!" she exclaimed, letting everyone know her whereabouts. She headed to her room where she grabbed the book and threw her satchel on the floor.
"Trust me. It is not worth reading... Nothing good comes from that book." She thought about what Mr. Linden had said. But it really couldn't be that bad. She opened the novel and began reading. She had made it a few pages in before she fell asleep. It had been a long day in that prison. As she closed her eyes, the vines began to slowly sprout from the binding of the book.
They grew bigger and bigger, creating a portal. The vines enveloped Sapph's sleeping body and pulled her in.
Rubbing her eyes, Sapphire awoke. She looked around. "Where am I?" Sapph began to recall what had previously happened. All she could remember was that she had started reading the book, and then she fell asleep. Looking around this forest like place the tall trees towering over her, bird calls coming from all directions, the ground wet with dew. Contemplating whether she was delusional or if this was all a dream, she decided to go with the latter; but then Sapph noticed the open book sitting in front of her. "No, it couldn't be."
He had warned her about the book. Now it was too late.
Her prison (her name for that godforsaken place: school) had just been released and she walked into the school library, searching for a book. This was the only place she enjoyed in that place. Running her fingers over the old tattered books, Sapphire asked Mr. Linden, the librarian, about a novel. Sapph had ironically picked up a book whose color matched her name.
"Mr Linden, what's this book about? And is it worth reading?" she questioned.
He looked up from his desk, glancing at the novel. His face then turned quite pale. "Sapphire, put that book back. Right now. Trust me. It is not worth reading. Just put it back on the shelf." he answered back with a serious tone.
Sapph was confused by Mr. Linden's strong reaction to this mere book. "What's wrong with it? It looks like any other book to me. It can't be that bad. Are you pulling my leg right now, Mr. Linden?" she inquired with a smile..
"Sapphire. Please don't ask me anymore. I can't describe why. It just. Nothing good comes from that book. Please just put it back on the shelf and forget about it. I beg of you. We should have gotten rid of that book years ago. I'm going to call to get it taken out of here tomorrow. So please," Mr. Linden said as he reached for the telephone, dialing.
She could see the fear in his eyes, and nodded in return. Sapph placed it back on the shelf and roamed the shelves once more, as he watched her. When Mr. Linden looked away, Sapph couldn't help it. She went back to the shelf, grabbing the worn out book, stuffing it in her satchel. She grabbed another novel that looked like something she would read. She showed it to Mr. Linden so, he was aware of her borrowing it.
(Author Note: This library is not like the kind we have today, there's no sensors in the books or anything)
Because most of the student avoided the library, Mr. Linden was very laidback and allowed Sapphire to take the novels without official checking them out. There wasn't much of an official system anyway, and Sapphire was an avid reader, basically living in the library. He had finished his phone call about the disposal of that novel after Sapphire left. He went to grab the novel, and then he realized it. "OH NO," he spoke as he rushed out of the library, looking for her.
Sapphire had just arrived home after a nice 15 minute walk from school. "I'm home!" she exclaimed, letting everyone know her whereabouts. She headed to her room where she grabbed the book and threw her satchel on the floor.
They grew bigger and bigger, creating a portal. The vines enveloped Sapph's sleeping body and pulled her in.
Rubbing her eyes, Sapphire awoke. She looked around. "Where am I?" Sapph began to recall what had previously happened. All she could remember was that she had started reading the book, and then she fell asleep. Looking around this forest like place the tall trees towering over her, bird calls coming from all directions, the ground wet with dew. Contemplating whether she was delusional or if this was all a dream, she decided to go with the latter; but then Sapph noticed the open book sitting in front of her. "No, it couldn't be."
He had warned her about the book. Now it was too late.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Lurking in the Shadows
I live alone, but I'm never alone.
It all started that night. The night of his death.
Kevin and I were on our normal route home, walking past the various antique-looking stores on our street. We headed into the bookstore for my normal book fangirl sessions. The store was run by an older man in his 60's. His name was Harold, and he was quite sweet, always giving good recommendations and slipping in a favorite book of his with my purchase for free. Kevin was wandering around looking for anything that didn't reek of dirt and dust. He didn't hate it here, but he'd prefer to be basically anywhere else. But, for my sake, he'd tag along so I could roam through all the dilapidated books, with worn corners, and discolored covers. Books made me so happy, but the older ones, that have some wear and tear, made me the happiest. It was always fun to look through the catalog cards, making up stories for every person listed on it. It was always a fun adventure, in that old little book shop, until HE showed up.
I didn't know this man nor do I know him now. He killed Kevin. Shot him right in the head. And left him there, without a trace of evidence. The night Kevin died, I wasn't with him. Kevin decided to head to the coffee shop as I was very engrossed in my trip in the book store, but taking longer than usual. He was on his way there, or so I presume, then I heard a BANG.
Everyone in the shops on the street ran out, including me. It was then that I saw Kevin's cold body lying in the street. I couldn't handle the emotions that were coming as I ran to his body weeping. Kevin was my best friend and in a flash he was gone. There were no witnesses, except one. The witness said that the man was wearing all black and that his face couldn't be seen.
HE is the reason I am always on the run. With Kevin, as my only family, I am alone now. He is always lurking in my shadows, following me. I don't know why or who or how. But he's always there, watching me from afar. I can never escape his grasp. He is my stalker.
It all started that night. The night of his death.
Kevin and I were on our normal route home, walking past the various antique-looking stores on our street. We headed into the bookstore for my normal book fangirl sessions. The store was run by an older man in his 60's. His name was Harold, and he was quite sweet, always giving good recommendations and slipping in a favorite book of his with my purchase for free. Kevin was wandering around looking for anything that didn't reek of dirt and dust. He didn't hate it here, but he'd prefer to be basically anywhere else. But, for my sake, he'd tag along so I could roam through all the dilapidated books, with worn corners, and discolored covers. Books made me so happy, but the older ones, that have some wear and tear, made me the happiest. It was always fun to look through the catalog cards, making up stories for every person listed on it. It was always a fun adventure, in that old little book shop, until HE showed up.
I didn't know this man nor do I know him now. He killed Kevin. Shot him right in the head. And left him there, without a trace of evidence. The night Kevin died, I wasn't with him. Kevin decided to head to the coffee shop as I was very engrossed in my trip in the book store, but taking longer than usual. He was on his way there, or so I presume, then I heard a BANG.
Everyone in the shops on the street ran out, including me. It was then that I saw Kevin's cold body lying in the street. I couldn't handle the emotions that were coming as I ran to his body weeping. Kevin was my best friend and in a flash he was gone. There were no witnesses, except one. The witness said that the man was wearing all black and that his face couldn't be seen.
HE is the reason I am always on the run. With Kevin, as my only family, I am alone now. He is always lurking in my shadows, following me. I don't know why or who or how. But he's always there, watching me from afar. I can never escape his grasp. He is my stalker.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Beyond the Waves
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| Tayla Rodgers |
"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" she exclaimed.
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It was like any other day for Tayla. She woke up, ate a blueberry muffin, and then proceed to the beach to practice her surfing. Tayla had to practice every day if she wanted to win the Trestle's Invitationals in two days. Surfing had been her life. After her parents died in a car crash, she moved to Australia to live with her grandpa.
She headed for the waves, taking in the tangy, salty smell of the ocean. Stroking her arms, she continued deep into the ocean, for the gnarly waves, her grandpa mentioned to her this morning. The waves were radical and the sun was shining as Tayla danced like Taylor Brown on the white caps. However, this next wave was the mother of all breaks. Swimming towards the wave, she was prepared to ride this.
Things took a turn for the worst. The wave swallowed her whole and the wipe out was gnarly. It felt like someone sitting on top of her and Tayla was drowning. She couldn't breathe. The world went dark.
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Her eyes slowly opening, Tayla held her head as it throbbed in pain. All she could remember was the wipe out, then everything after that was a blur. Looking around, she was intrigued by the room. The room was covered in various sorts of coral and she found her self lying on top of a clam shaped bed.
"Where am I?" Tayla thought.
A young man around the same age as Tayla, maybe 17, entered the room.
"Are you feeling better?" the man asked.
"Yes, I'm feelin- WAIT. WHY DO YOU HAVE A FIN INSTEAD OF LEGS? WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" she replied. At this point, Tayla realized that the "wall color" she thought was some cool painting style perceived to look like the ocean was ACTUALLY the ocean.
"Well, there's no need to shout. I am what you humans call a "merman", but we merfolk prefer the term, Nix," he responded.
"I need to leave; I promise I won't tell anyone about this, but I need to get back home. My grandpa is probably worried sick."
"You are home, Princess," the man said, bowing at Tayla.
Tayla's world was now upside down. Everything she believed was no longer true. Her life was about to change FOREVER.
Belle of the Ball
Today was the day. The debutante ball was tonight. She had waited for what seemed like her entire life for this one night. Clutching her dress with shaky, nervous hand, her mother fixed her hair. The girl's hair was a deep chestnut and it fell into soft ringlet curls. Her mother began to tear up, as she took in the sight of her daughter. As Amelia looked to her mother her olive green eyes shone a smile appeared on her face as she comforted her crying mother. She then kissed her mother's cheek and headed to the carriage to the ball.
The party was to be held at the palace. Upon arrival, Amelia was amazed by
the palace's size and elegance. It was even more alluring that she had ever
imagined. As she walked through the large doors, all eyes were on her. Amelia
was confused for a second, but then she realized. It was the dress. Her dress
was a pale yellow color, but its gold beading sparkled just perfectly in the
palace lighting. She took note of this as her face flushed crimson and she
descended the stairs.Amelia was swarmed by young suitors as soon as she stepped off the stairs. These young men were handsome, without a doubt, but here eyes were drawn to a young fellow on the outskirts of the ballroom. He wasn't as handsome as any of the other fellows, but Amelia didn't care about looks. She was fixed on his soft eyes, and his gorgeous smile as he read small book by the name of Vanity Fair. Amelia realized that while she was gazing at the young man, the suitors swarming her had begun to argue over who Amelia would have her first dance with. With all this commotion, she knew this was her chance to slip away and she quietly left the crowd of boys, now hooligans, to the fellow reading.
As she approached him, she began to thoroughly examine him. He wore a deep sapphire velvet suit that complimented his tan complexion. His dark, lustrous hair was slicked back and a pair of thick black frames sat upon his nose. He wasn't bad looking at all, but it was the smile he had while reading that really drew her in. He had such a nice smile even though he wasn't in the company of any other ladies or lads or even dancing. It was like he was in his own little world and she wanted to be a part of it.
She had been right about him being in his own little world. The young man had noticed Amelia approaching him until she was almost to him. He was stunned. "Why would such a beautiful young lady approach me?" he thought. Believing he was just deluding himself he began to read once more. It wasn’t until she was standing right in front of him that he realized that she was real.
“Hello, good sir. How are you?” she asked.
“I-I…I’m good. How are y..you feeling on this fine evening?” he choked out.
"It's been pretty good, yet I have not dance at this ball... So I noticed you have been reading, Vanity Fair. How is it?" Amelia pondered.
He began to get quite excited as she mentioned his book. The young man's eyes shone as he talked highly of his book. It wasn't for a little while that he had noticed he had been ranting on and on about his book, probably boring Amelia.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed. "I've been probably boring you, talking about this book. You might want to go find someone else, if you want to dance. I-I mean there are plenty of young handsome suitors wanting to take your hand and dance."
Amelia stared at him and then said, "I quiet enjoyed your thoughts on your book. You seemed to get so excited talking about books. Your eyes sparkled when you talked about the,. It was quite refreshing, considering all the other males in the room, could probably not be involved in such intellectual conversations. So why do you talk down about yourself? What's wrong with being the smartest guy in the room?"
He stuttered, "M-Most girls get bored when I talk on about books. They usually approach me out of pity anyway. So when I talk on and on about books they tend to leave as I talk, as they do not enjoy conversing about such things... W-wait... you think I'm the smartest guy in the room?" His face began to crimson. "I-I...I'm not the smartest guy in the room by any means. Y-You must be mistaken."
Amelia's face began to redden as well. "Well, you're definitely more interesting than any other guy who has approached me tonight. And you are most definitely the most intellectual person in this place. There's no need to deny it; we both know it's true! Also you and I both, know everyone is thinking the same thing. And those girls, they're probably nothing but stuck-up, rude people, looking for some charismatic jerk. You deserve better anyway!"
It was at this moment when they looked up at each other, seeing the blush on the other's face. They stood there awkwardly, staring at each other. The silence was consuming.
"My name's Amelia, by the way," she said in a whisper-like tone.
"I'm Chandler. It's nice to meet you Amelia." [Amelia. Such a beautiful name, he whispered.]
"What did you just say?" she curiously asked as she looked up at him. She hadn't realized how tall he was until now. Chandler was at least a good four inches taller than her.
"A-ah.... Nothing! U-um.. Would you like to dance?" he stuttered, his face becoming a strawberry color once more.
"He is so adorable," she thought. "I would love to."
Chandler proceeded to take her hand and led her to the dance floor. The waltz began and they danced and danced and danced. Enjoying each other's company so much, they felt as if they were the only two in the room.
After realizing how late it had become, the two decided to take a walk, away from everyone else."You look really... really beautiful tonight," Chandler stated.
"T-thank you. You don't look too bad yourself."
"You don't have to flatter me. I know I'm very plain and considered quite geekish... Thank you Amelia. For approaching me and talking to me and dancing with me. I still can't believe someone like you, would talk to me. I'm honestly in shock. It feels like a dream and if it is, it's the best one I've ever had."
She didn't understand why he talked so negatively about himself. He wasn't plain at all. Chandler was funny, smart, pretty handsome, and so sweet. But he needed to realize this.
"Chandler, I think you need to see something."
Amelia took him back inside, into a corridor with a mirror. She took off his glasses and ruffled his hair, with her fingers. Chandler was very confused at what Amelia was doing. He really couldn't see without his glasses on.
"Chandler, can you see yourself in the mirror?"
"No," he said squinting. "It's too far away."
"Then move closer to it, you goofball," Amelia laughed.
He stepped closer to the mirror and saw a very good-looking guy. "Who's that?"
"That's you!"
"M-me? No way. That can't be me!"
"It most certainly is! Now let's go see what everyone else thinks!" Amelia dragged him into the ballroom and as they walked in, all (female) eyes were on Chandler.
They swarmed him, and started asking him if they could dance with him, shoving Amelia out of the way. Amelia was happy for Chandler, but sad because she really liked him, but now...
She started walking away. Chandler notice this, and pushed through the crowd of awe-struck girls, rushing to Amelia.
"Where are you going Amelia?"
"What are you doing, chasing me? That's the real question, at hand. Why would you come over to me, when there are plenty of other girls, who would love to dance with you?" she stated as she gestured as the crowd of females.
"Because they are not YOU. I don't want any other girl to notice me, but you. They may like me now, because I look 'good.' But they didn't like me when I talked about books, or spent my time reading rather than dancing. They didn't approach me because I was appealing to them, but out of pity. They are not the girls I want to dance with because they aren't YOU."
Amelia, blushed as Chandler talked so highly of her. "B-but, I'm not as pretty as them, and I'm just me."
"And that's what I like. You're YOU. They are all fake and superficial, we both know this to be true, plus they aren't you... so.."
They both stared into each other eyes, smiling wide, with pink tinted faces. Chandler decided to seize the moment and daringly, planted a kiss on Amelia's cheek. She went wide-eyed as he did this
"I-I'm sorry.. It's just you were.. and I was thinking... and I'm sorry!" Chandler ranted, as his face turned to a lobster red.
Amelia still with a pink face, said, "It's quite alright. I was just surprised. I didn't think you would do that, that's all. I actually enjoyed it..."
"Well, what can I say? You're the belle of the ball, the fairest of them all," he responded. Chandler took Amelia's hand once again, and lead her to the ballroom, dancing the night away.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Famous First and Last Line
In my previous post, I used a famous quote to begin and end my story. So here's a bit about their (the quotes') stories:
First quote: "I am an invisible man."
This first quote comes from the novel Invisible Man, published in 1952 by author Ralph Ellison, who was born March 1, 1914, in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. The narrator of the novel, claims to be "invisible", not literally, but to the point where people refuse to notice him. He goes through much hardship throughout the novel that he goes into hiding, living underground. The novel is his retelling of his life and the social and intellectual struggles he faces as an African-American.
Last quote: "...you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on."
The last quote I use comes from a novel by the name of The Unnamable. This novel is the third in the trilogy written by, Samuel Beckett and was published in 1953. Followed by Molloy and Malone Dies, this novel's protagonist is unnamed. There is no solid plot line or setting. The other characters are even believed to be figments of the protagonist's imagination.
Now while these books sound quite interesting, they are not quite my cup of tea. So I don't plan on reading them. However, if either of them interest you, you should go read them!
First quote: "I am an invisible man."
This first quote comes from the novel Invisible Man, published in 1952 by author Ralph Ellison, who was born March 1, 1914, in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. The narrator of the novel, claims to be "invisible", not literally, but to the point where people refuse to notice him. He goes through much hardship throughout the novel that he goes into hiding, living underground. The novel is his retelling of his life and the social and intellectual struggles he faces as an African-American.
Last quote: "...you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on."
The last quote I use comes from a novel by the name of The Unnamable. This novel is the third in the trilogy written by, Samuel Beckett and was published in 1953. Followed by Molloy and Malone Dies, this novel's protagonist is unnamed. There is no solid plot line or setting. The other characters are even believed to be figments of the protagonist's imagination.
Now while these books sound quite interesting, they are not quite my cup of tea. So I don't plan on reading them. However, if either of them interest you, you should go read them!
You May Not Know This, But I'm Still Here
I am an invisible man. No one takes note of me as I stand on the outskirts of the crowds. I admire the people from afar but they never notice me. I am your ordinary teenage boy. I don't stand out much to anyone. People would call me your average teen nerd, if they noticed me that is.
This has been going on for a while now. I've gone to school with the same people, in the same town, never changing in my appearance. Thick glasses sit on top of my nose as my brown curls, or what seem to be curls, jut out. I am just a wallflower. But not how you think. I'm kind of a loner, or so it would seem.
I try to fit in and have people just glance my way. But no, it's never that way. I'm not even the kind of nerd that girls would whisper about because I'm "a geek." Sometimes, I wish even that would happen.
I had a friend once. Her name was Veronica. She was like me. We didn't stand out in a good or bad way, and we we're just your two average teenagers. But unlike ever other "average teenager", we weren't able to make friends easily. But somehow we became friends through this, which if you think about it is quite strange. I can't remember exactly how, like the place, the time, or what happened, but it did.
We were what you called inseparable. Whatever it was, we did it together. Now don't get any wrong ideas here. We were friends, no romantic feelings involved whatsoever. Everything was awesome, but then that day happened.
Veronica was walking over to my house after a fight with her mom. We don't live very far from each other, about 3 blocks away. She had called me and was talking to me, crying, as she was walking over. She was about a block away and then IT happened.
A drunk driver. He didn't see her, or the stop sign while she was crossing the street. I was talking with her, trying to comfort her, and then she went silent. I rushed out to her when she wasn't responding to my voice. I found her lying in the street with her crushed phone a few feet away from her. She was gone. The one thing I had in my life was now gone. FOREVER.
Things have never been the same since. I don't smile as much, I'm not as happy anymore. But I mean who would be? What if your best friend was taken from you in a flash? How would you react?
But, I know Veronica wouldn't want me acting like this. She would tell me, "you must go on..." However, I can't go on. But I'll go on, or at least attempt to, for Veronica's sake.
-Tristan
This has been going on for a while now. I've gone to school with the same people, in the same town, never changing in my appearance. Thick glasses sit on top of my nose as my brown curls, or what seem to be curls, jut out. I am just a wallflower. But not how you think. I'm kind of a loner, or so it would seem.
I try to fit in and have people just glance my way. But no, it's never that way. I'm not even the kind of nerd that girls would whisper about because I'm "a geek." Sometimes, I wish even that would happen.
I had a friend once. Her name was Veronica. She was like me. We didn't stand out in a good or bad way, and we we're just your two average teenagers. But unlike ever other "average teenager", we weren't able to make friends easily. But somehow we became friends through this, which if you think about it is quite strange. I can't remember exactly how, like the place, the time, or what happened, but it did.
We were what you called inseparable. Whatever it was, we did it together. Now don't get any wrong ideas here. We were friends, no romantic feelings involved whatsoever. Everything was awesome, but then that day happened.
Veronica was walking over to my house after a fight with her mom. We don't live very far from each other, about 3 blocks away. She had called me and was talking to me, crying, as she was walking over. She was about a block away and then IT happened.
A drunk driver. He didn't see her, or the stop sign while she was crossing the street. I was talking with her, trying to comfort her, and then she went silent. I rushed out to her when she wasn't responding to my voice. I found her lying in the street with her crushed phone a few feet away from her. She was gone. The one thing I had in my life was now gone. FOREVER.
Things have never been the same since. I don't smile as much, I'm not as happy anymore. But I mean who would be? What if your best friend was taken from you in a flash? How would you react?
But, I know Veronica wouldn't want me acting like this. She would tell me, "you must go on..." However, I can't go on. But I'll go on, or at least attempt to, for Veronica's sake.
-Tristan
Monday, September 15, 2014
My Memorable Passage
So if you have read any of my other posts, you would know that my FAVORITE book series is the Trylle trilogy by Amanda Hocking. It is SO good. They pulled me in and there is SO much sass in this book that it's as if every other word is sass. However, despite all the sassy quotes I enjoy, I picked a quote that gave me some serious feels."Are you in love with him?"
"What?" I asked, and my heart dropped to my stomach. "Why would you..." I wanted to argue, but the strength had gone out of my words.
"He's in love with you." He lifted his head and looked up at me. "Do you know that?"
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered. I walked over to the bed, needing to do something to busy myself, so I pulled up the sheets. "Loki is merely-"
"I see your auras," Tove interrupted me, his voice firm but not angry. "His is silver, and yours is gold. And when you're around each other, you both get a pink halo. Just now you were both glowing bright pink, and your auras intertwined."
I can't even begin to describe the feels that this passage gave me. Despite the fact that Tove and Wendy are supposed to marry, she has feelings (confused feelings) about Loki. She doesn't understand how she feels about him (because she hasn't realized it yet ;3), but Tove knows how Loki feels about Wendy.
I enjoyed this because Tove was very chill about Loki loving Wendy, because Tove and Wendy didn't actually LOVE each other. They were set up to be married because of their status and they were okay with it, because they are friends, nonetheless. It just made me so happy that Wendy is now aware of Loki's feelings for her because of Tove. Tove makes a great wing man, even though he sort of indifferent (like an acquaintance feeling almost) towards Loki. AH. ITS JUST SO CUTE. I SHIP WENDY AND LOKI. SO MUCH YES.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Writers as Readers
Q: When you read what do you need to be comfortable? (environment, snacks, lighting)
A: Reading is an activity I cherish very much, so it doesn't matter where I am or how loud it is or even the lighting. As long as I can see the pages of the book and be able to read them, everything is good for me. Reading is my escape. I can get lost in the words of the author and enveloped in the story. It's as if I am apart of the story, a bystander, watching the story play in my head as I read the words. I can read most anywhere, but I enjoy reading in my room, on a fairly nice [sunny] day, with a bottle of water. I like to open up my curtains on this kind of day and lay or sit on my bed or the floor and just dive in the story.
Q: What genres (types of writing) interest you? What specifically about this genre interests you? Why are you drawn to science fiction books, for example?
A: I would have to say my favorite genres are not limited to but include: fantasy, sci-fi/dystopian, romance, and mystery novels. I would say I enjoy fantasy and sci-fi/dystopian because they let you escape into a world that you would never imagine living in. Not that some of the worlds of sci-fi/dystopian novels couldn't happen. But the probability of it happening [at least while I'm on Earth], is slim, whilst the worlds and people of the fantasy novels are least likely to ever exist [not that I don't wish that they did- because that would be the cooliest]. Now onto romance and mystery. What girl doesn't enjoy a little romance in a story? Yes, it may give the girl unlikely relationship goals, but the relationships in most of the [fantasy, sci-fi/dystopian] novels I read are just the cutest [a little overdramatic, but nevertheless cute]. And who doesn't enjoy mystery? The suspense is where they get you, leaving you wondering: Who did it? How did this person(s) do it? Why did this person(s) do it? They really get you there, and you get so engulfed in the story because you want to know.
Q: What is one of your best memories connected with reading?
A: I don't like to think that I have one best memory connected with reading. Almost every book I've read I have enjoyed, so I always have really good memories with reading. If I had to pick one, I would have to pick my summer reading book for Liberty and Law Honors. [SURPRISE- Who would've thought that someone actually enjoyed a social studies summer reading book? NOT ME. But I did.] The book I read the summer before my Junior year for this class was Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln by Doris Kearns Goodwin. At first I didn't enjoy it as much, since it is a LONG book. AND I DO MEAN LONG. But as I continued getting farther and farther into the novel, I began enjoying it. And even though I knew how it would end [since it's about his life], I cried. I had become so attached to Abe that I cried when they described his death. [It may sound stupid, but I don't know why. I had so MANY FEELS at the end of the novel.]
Q: What is your favorite book or series? Why is this your favorite?
A: Ooooh. Now this is a hard one. I really enjoy so many novels and book series that I don't like to pick favorites... BUT if I had to pick one, it would be the Trylle trilogy by Amanda Hocking. IT JUST SO AH. I can't even describe how happy it makes me. I actually shared this one in class, but as I am no good at public speaking, I probably made it sound really bad... IT'S REALLY GOOD THOUGH. It's about a girl named Wendy Everly. On her sixth or seventh birthday her mother tries to kill her and tells her she is not her daughter and is a monster. For this point on, Wendy sort of believes that she doesn't belong in her family. It isn't until 11 years when a young man named Finn, tells her she is a changeling and is here to take her back to her family and.... THAT SHE IS TRYLLE [code word for troll]. And no, not the troll you are thinking of right now. Not a "I WILL NOT LET YOU PASS" kind of troll. It's totally different. You'll just have to read it and find out now, won't you? (;
Trylle trilogy:
Q: Complete the one or more of the following sentences:
A: When I finished reading Ascend, I was happy because it was the PERFECT ending. I HAD SO MANY FEELS. So many. I just can't quite describe how happy I was because I was just speechless upon finishing it, plus I don't want to spoil anything. But if you read all the books or have read them, you will know or already know how perfect the series is and how perfect the ending was. SO GOOD. SO WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE? GET OFF OF HERE AND GO READ IT, YA SILLY GOOSE.
Q: Do you think you'd ever write a book someday? Do you know what it would be about? How would you want to be described on the "About the Author" at the front of the book?
A: Now, I have thought about if I would ever write a book someday and the answer is probably yes. It would probably be a fantasy novel or science-fiction/dystopian novel since I read them the most and know more about them. On the "About the Author" part, I don't know what I would want on it. Probably a little synopsis about myself? Since the future is unknown, I don't know because I would want it to be about myself at the time I write and publish my novel. So for now, no idea. When I get a book written and have it in the works of being published, I will get back to you on that.
A: Reading is an activity I cherish very much, so it doesn't matter where I am or how loud it is or even the lighting. As long as I can see the pages of the book and be able to read them, everything is good for me. Reading is my escape. I can get lost in the words of the author and enveloped in the story. It's as if I am apart of the story, a bystander, watching the story play in my head as I read the words. I can read most anywhere, but I enjoy reading in my room, on a fairly nice [sunny] day, with a bottle of water. I like to open up my curtains on this kind of day and lay or sit on my bed or the floor and just dive in the story.
Q: What genres (types of writing) interest you? What specifically about this genre interests you? Why are you drawn to science fiction books, for example?
A: I would have to say my favorite genres are not limited to but include: fantasy, sci-fi/dystopian, romance, and mystery novels. I would say I enjoy fantasy and sci-fi/dystopian because they let you escape into a world that you would never imagine living in. Not that some of the worlds of sci-fi/dystopian novels couldn't happen. But the probability of it happening [at least while I'm on Earth], is slim, whilst the worlds and people of the fantasy novels are least likely to ever exist [not that I don't wish that they did- because that would be the cooliest]. Now onto romance and mystery. What girl doesn't enjoy a little romance in a story? Yes, it may give the girl unlikely relationship goals, but the relationships in most of the [fantasy, sci-fi/dystopian] novels I read are just the cutest [a little overdramatic, but nevertheless cute]. And who doesn't enjoy mystery? The suspense is where they get you, leaving you wondering: Who did it? How did this person(s) do it? Why did this person(s) do it? They really get you there, and you get so engulfed in the story because you want to know.
Q: What is one of your best memories connected with reading?
A: I don't like to think that I have one best memory connected with reading. Almost every book I've read I have enjoyed, so I always have really good memories with reading. If I had to pick one, I would have to pick my summer reading book for Liberty and Law Honors. [SURPRISE- Who would've thought that someone actually enjoyed a social studies summer reading book? NOT ME. But I did.] The book I read the summer before my Junior year for this class was Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln by Doris Kearns Goodwin. At first I didn't enjoy it as much, since it is a LONG book. AND I DO MEAN LONG. But as I continued getting farther and farther into the novel, I began enjoying it. And even though I knew how it would end [since it's about his life], I cried. I had become so attached to Abe that I cried when they described his death. [It may sound stupid, but I don't know why. I had so MANY FEELS at the end of the novel.]
Q: What is your favorite book or series? Why is this your favorite?
A: Ooooh. Now this is a hard one. I really enjoy so many novels and book series that I don't like to pick favorites... BUT if I had to pick one, it would be the Trylle trilogy by Amanda Hocking. IT JUST SO AH. I can't even describe how happy it makes me. I actually shared this one in class, but as I am no good at public speaking, I probably made it sound really bad... IT'S REALLY GOOD THOUGH. It's about a girl named Wendy Everly. On her sixth or seventh birthday her mother tries to kill her and tells her she is not her daughter and is a monster. For this point on, Wendy sort of believes that she doesn't belong in her family. It isn't until 11 years when a young man named Finn, tells her she is a changeling and is here to take her back to her family and.... THAT SHE IS TRYLLE [code word for troll]. And no, not the troll you are thinking of right now. Not a "I WILL NOT LET YOU PASS" kind of troll. It's totally different. You'll just have to read it and find out now, won't you? (;
Trylle trilogy:- Switched
- Torn
- Ascend
Q: Complete the one or more of the following sentences:
- When I finished reading ________, I was angry afterwards because....
- When I finished reading ________, I was sad because....
- When I finished reading ________, I was happy because...
A: When I finished reading Ascend, I was happy because it was the PERFECT ending. I HAD SO MANY FEELS. So many. I just can't quite describe how happy I was because I was just speechless upon finishing it, plus I don't want to spoil anything. But if you read all the books or have read them, you will know or already know how perfect the series is and how perfect the ending was. SO GOOD. SO WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE? GET OFF OF HERE AND GO READ IT, YA SILLY GOOSE.
Q: Do you think you'd ever write a book someday? Do you know what it would be about? How would you want to be described on the "About the Author" at the front of the book?
A: Now, I have thought about if I would ever write a book someday and the answer is probably yes. It would probably be a fantasy novel or science-fiction/dystopian novel since I read them the most and know more about them. On the "About the Author" part, I don't know what I would want on it. Probably a little synopsis about myself? Since the future is unknown, I don't know because I would want it to be about myself at the time I write and publish my novel. So for now, no idea. When I get a book written and have it in the works of being published, I will get back to you on that.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
The Crack in the Wall
They keep me locked away
Never to see another day.
It always dark and cold,
except for the one ray of sunshine that burst through
the small crack in the wall.
It's warm and bright outside of here.
But they keep me away,
saying it's not safe.
The crack in the wall is my ticket out.
I claw and try to dig my way out.
The crack is no longer there,
just a big hole leading somewhere.
I peek out the hole,
curious about the outside.
Scared at first,
but now I can spread my wings,
and fly.
Dream Threads
Monday, September 8, 2014
Thoughts on Maya Angelou
Q: Angelou says she doesn't even like to talk about her bad dreams because talking about them "gives them too much power." Do you think talking about bad dreams or bad news or other bad things (or feeding into the "drama" at school or in life) gives those bad things more power? When have you known this to happen?
A: I do believe that talking about bad dreams or news of any sort does give it some power. When you talk about these sorts of events, you tend to dwell on them and over-analyze them, essentially giving them power over your life. (So, what I'm saying is: Don't dwell on the little things, enjoy and take not of all the good things. :-D)
As for drama, I don't enjoy it (unless we are talking about the class). I tend to stray from anything that causes drama, since nothing good usually comes from it.
I tend to dwell on the little, bad things in my life from time to time, but most of the time I try to avoid doing this. However, a recent example would be this: I have been practicing driving since I don't have my license yet. I haven't been needing one until recently, and also as a high school senior, I should probably have one. Anyway, I was practicing driving and I didn't do as good as I hoped. There were a few things were I cut things to close or I wasn't close enough, etc. and when I got back home, I sat in my room, feeling a bit bummed, dwelling on it. However, after think about it and listening to some good music (IM5 ;]), I felt better and let it go.
Q: Angelou and many others suggest that dreams "tell the truth" about us. Do you think dreams reveal things about us that we may not realize or that others don't see? Can you recount a dream that revealed something about you that you were surprised, ashamed, terrified, etc. by?
A: I think that dreams reveal things about us that either we don't know or others don't. I had a dream once about the guy I like and in the dream, he had asked me out. Now I know what you're thinking: How did this reveal something about you? Don't worry, I'm getting to it. So we were "dating" in this dream and things were going well. But then out of the blue, he just "breaks up" with me and I was very confused. There was no obvious reason and I had no idea why. But its a dream. Who knows why? This dream tends to reveal my fear of rejection. I know most of the time you would think it would be a scenario involving asking someone out and then being rejected by said other person. But I don't know why it was the other way around for me. I honestly am still confused by it to this day, but I feel it is related to my fear of rejection. I don't know how to quite explain it in to terms that you could possibly understand, but it is related.
Q: Angelou quotes Nathaniel West as saying, "Easy reading is damned hard writing" and says that writing is "just hard work, you know?" Do you agree with this? What is easiest and hardest to you about writing? Is writing hard work?
A: I do agree with both of these quotes. I personally have writer's block for what seems like every time I want to write. However, I tend to have great ideas and awesome thoughts on stories I want to write or are currently writing. I have to say this would be the compromise I have with writing. In order to have great ideas for stories, it has to just be out of the blue. I also have to agree that writing is hard work. It itself is not hard, but it requires a lot of effort and time for a GREAT story. I mean to some people, it comes naturally. But I believe that most people struggle with writing and have to put in a great deal to get the great work that results from all their hard work.
Q: Angelou plays solitaire with a deck of card to occupy her "small mind" when she is trying to get focused to write. What things do you do to occupy your small mind in a positive way? What are your biggest distractions when you need to get something done?
A: When I am trying to occupy my small mind in a positive way, I tend to go listen to my music (which usually includes a lot of IM5- there's other artists in my music library too :-P). Music can clear my head and help me calm down and go to my "happy place". However, sometimes I can get lost in some of my music, and it can be a distraction. Most of my distractions are Twitter, my friends, and just the internet in general. Music can be my distraction but it usually is my positive thing to occupy my mind.
Q: Angelou says she is comfortable using six or seven languages, has spoken at one time or another as many as twelve, and has been a teacher in at least three. Are you comfortable using another language? Which languages would you like to be fluent in? Why those? Or do you think speaking English is good enough because you live in America and that's all we soul need to live here? Why?
A: Personally, I would have to say I am pretty comfortable speaking another language (Spanish). I would love to be fluent in Spanish, French, Italian, and Korean. I want to travel the world one day, and I would love to see Spain, France, Italy, and South Korea (even though I don't like seafood, which happens to be their main food source). I feel that if I would like to venture out in the world, I should learn the languages of the countries I would like to travel to. Knowing other languages, can help with language barriers and is somewhat essential to travel, so I think that just because we live in America, doesn't mean we should just know English. I think you should just learn another language of your liking, just because it's fun and good to have experience with another language, even if you plan to never leave the United States EVER.
A: I do believe that talking about bad dreams or news of any sort does give it some power. When you talk about these sorts of events, you tend to dwell on them and over-analyze them, essentially giving them power over your life. (So, what I'm saying is: Don't dwell on the little things, enjoy and take not of all the good things. :-D)
As for drama, I don't enjoy it (unless we are talking about the class). I tend to stray from anything that causes drama, since nothing good usually comes from it.
I tend to dwell on the little, bad things in my life from time to time, but most of the time I try to avoid doing this. However, a recent example would be this: I have been practicing driving since I don't have my license yet. I haven't been needing one until recently, and also as a high school senior, I should probably have one. Anyway, I was practicing driving and I didn't do as good as I hoped. There were a few things were I cut things to close or I wasn't close enough, etc. and when I got back home, I sat in my room, feeling a bit bummed, dwelling on it. However, after think about it and listening to some good music (IM5 ;]), I felt better and let it go.
Q: Angelou and many others suggest that dreams "tell the truth" about us. Do you think dreams reveal things about us that we may not realize or that others don't see? Can you recount a dream that revealed something about you that you were surprised, ashamed, terrified, etc. by?
A: I think that dreams reveal things about us that either we don't know or others don't. I had a dream once about the guy I like and in the dream, he had asked me out. Now I know what you're thinking: How did this reveal something about you? Don't worry, I'm getting to it. So we were "dating" in this dream and things were going well. But then out of the blue, he just "breaks up" with me and I was very confused. There was no obvious reason and I had no idea why. But its a dream. Who knows why? This dream tends to reveal my fear of rejection. I know most of the time you would think it would be a scenario involving asking someone out and then being rejected by said other person. But I don't know why it was the other way around for me. I honestly am still confused by it to this day, but I feel it is related to my fear of rejection. I don't know how to quite explain it in to terms that you could possibly understand, but it is related.
Q: Angelou quotes Nathaniel West as saying, "Easy reading is damned hard writing" and says that writing is "just hard work, you know?" Do you agree with this? What is easiest and hardest to you about writing? Is writing hard work?
A: I do agree with both of these quotes. I personally have writer's block for what seems like every time I want to write. However, I tend to have great ideas and awesome thoughts on stories I want to write or are currently writing. I have to say this would be the compromise I have with writing. In order to have great ideas for stories, it has to just be out of the blue. I also have to agree that writing is hard work. It itself is not hard, but it requires a lot of effort and time for a GREAT story. I mean to some people, it comes naturally. But I believe that most people struggle with writing and have to put in a great deal to get the great work that results from all their hard work.
Q: Angelou plays solitaire with a deck of card to occupy her "small mind" when she is trying to get focused to write. What things do you do to occupy your small mind in a positive way? What are your biggest distractions when you need to get something done?
A: When I am trying to occupy my small mind in a positive way, I tend to go listen to my music (which usually includes a lot of IM5- there's other artists in my music library too :-P). Music can clear my head and help me calm down and go to my "happy place". However, sometimes I can get lost in some of my music, and it can be a distraction. Most of my distractions are Twitter, my friends, and just the internet in general. Music can be my distraction but it usually is my positive thing to occupy my mind.
Q: Angelou says she is comfortable using six or seven languages, has spoken at one time or another as many as twelve, and has been a teacher in at least three. Are you comfortable using another language? Which languages would you like to be fluent in? Why those? Or do you think speaking English is good enough because you live in America and that's all we soul need to live here? Why?
A: Personally, I would have to say I am pretty comfortable speaking another language (Spanish). I would love to be fluent in Spanish, French, Italian, and Korean. I want to travel the world one day, and I would love to see Spain, France, Italy, and South Korea (even though I don't like seafood, which happens to be their main food source). I feel that if I would like to venture out in the world, I should learn the languages of the countries I would like to travel to. Knowing other languages, can help with language barriers and is somewhat essential to travel, so I think that just because we live in America, doesn't mean we should just know English. I think you should just learn another language of your liking, just because it's fun and good to have experience with another language, even if you plan to never leave the United States EVER.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Dreamer Mountain
'Twas a quiet night,
As she sat on the ash gray mountain.
Staring at the stars,
Her pocket full of dreams,
She wished upon the crystals in the sky.
The silver reflection of the stars shone on her face.
As the Japanese windflowers whispered her true desires.
She prayed and hoped these gems in the sky would grant her wishes.
Color Palette:
Quiet White
Mountain Ash Gray
Pocket Full of White
Cut Crystal
Silver Celesta
Japanese Windflower
Jeweler's Lavender Gem
As she sat on the ash gray mountain.
Staring at the stars,
Her pocket full of dreams,
She wished upon the crystals in the sky.
The silver reflection of the stars shone on her face.
As the Japanese windflowers whispered her true desires.
She prayed and hoped these gems in the sky would grant her wishes.
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| The Mountain of Dreams |
Quiet White
Mountain Ash Gray
Pocket Full of White
Cut Crystal
Silver Celesta
Japanese Windflower
Jeweler's Lavender Gem
Sea Spray
Salty flavor invading your mouth
Even when your keep it closed.
A long, brown piece of
Seaweed wraps itself around your legs.
Playing in the crystal blue sea
Rays of sunshine give you unwanted sunburns.
A day filled with laughter and smiles, and
You hope for this day to come again.
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