Nothing says love like spies, crime, prison, and death.
My type of Valentine’s day.
Babysitting the Hacker remains one of my most popular short stories. It’s one of the few times I’ve attempted humor, and I’m frankly surprised that it even worked. It’s been a year, and since then I’ve gotten requests to continue it. I never did because I liked the way it ended, and sequels are rarely as good as the first.
But here we are.
With a sequel.
For those of you who are new, babysitting the hacker’s premise is:
We have all these crime-fighting kids in books and movies, but really, how many eight year olds are going to be on the streets by themselves while working? It’s crazy. Someone has to babysit.
Lavender, a child genius, ended up on our doorstep. She was one of the best, even before training. But she was eight. Therefore, I, Chase, was tasked with the job of babysitting a scary-smart, little ninja of a girl. Things got a little crazy sometimes. Actually, a lot of times.
It snowed here. It only snows a few times here, and the snow isn’t that great typically. But we got a several inches, and I went out for a while.
- snow covered trees change the whole landscape
- fog on snow is really pretty (not if you’re skiing, then it’s terrifying)
- my dog could be a model for a hallmark Christmas card. he likes to sit and stare up at the falling snow.
- that crunch when you step on dry snow
- it’s so quiet outdoors (unless you’re one of those people who like to scream to break the silence)
While I was outside, I was thinking about characters. I half expected to find a lamp post in the middle of my woods, but that sadly didn’t happen. I wondered if I’d be able survive if I did find Narnia, considering that a lot of the food there (turkish delight for example) would not be good. On one hand, the evil White Witch wouldn’t bother me because I don’t eat sweets, but on the other, could I survive? Continue reading
Hello! If you somehow didn’t realize that I posted a part one, this could be confusing. So please read part one before part two.
But here’s where we left off last time, in case you forgot:
“Well, one thing’s for certain: they won’t take you away while I’m still alive.” I wondered why the villagers cared so much about rescuing the children from me, a “monster,” when they did nothing to rescue the children from the real monsters in the village.
“Gather the children and have them get inside the cottage,” I directed Tara, putting the stuffed toy to the side.
“What about you?” Ash asked.
“I’m going out to meet them.” Continue reading
It’s almost Christmas!!!
Thus, the lovely “snow” falling on the webpage. But I’m avoiding a small thing:
I haven’t posted lately.
There’s many reasons for that, but a big reason I don’t post Stories in general is because the stories I write are a part of me. I have to be vulnerable to put these writings up to the scary internet. My stories can be attacked every time I put them up, and then I spiral into self doubt and negativity, and that’s always a fun place to be in. Continue reading
My English teacher just discovered fanfiction. Let’s just say that she was more than a little horrified. My English teacher likes normal, traditional novels such as Pride and Prejudice and Anne of Green Gables. So, we all got a rant about fanfiction. The whole rant went something like this:
“Have you ever heard of a thing called fanfiction?”
Since most of us are nerds, we all said yes.
“Do you know what it is?”
We all said yes.
“Well it’s garbage.”
To be fair, she was looking at Pride and Prejudice fanfics. I would expect people who write p&p fanfics to be slightly more cultured, but it turns out that my dear English teacher was horrified that anyone could take a perfectly good story with perfectly good characters and a perfectly good plot and change it. Continue reading
Dear Younger Me:
Hey you, yes you. Eight year old me. I know you’re thinking about other worlds, places, magic, unicorns, and other things that don’t really fit into everyone else’s real life. That’s okay. You’re not weird, even if the other kids think you are. You’re going to learn to embrace that for who you are. Because you didn’t really fit in this world. You’re going to create new different worlds that those kids could never dream of. And you’ll fit in there. You can be as crazy as you want to be, and trust me, you will.
You had stories pulsing in your blood, even if you didn’t realize it. You were always making your friends act out in elaborate tales, sometimes against their will. You created a lot of half-finished ideas, but left them because you thought they were bad. Continue reading
Hello peoples! I’m kind of in a writing slump. Which isn’t good, considering that NaNo starts today. So here for me is the great and noble Wysteria Campion of headintheclouds is here to deliver to you a lovely guest post about nanowrimo. I’ll hopefully be back next week, but in the meantime, check out her articles and musings.
Nanowrimo. The beast that slays all writers yearly. We say to ourselves, “We will prepare to conquer the beast!” But when the time comes, our courage fails us and we flee, and blush to mention our unfinished project that sits around until next year. Last year I wasn’t really worried about Nano because I wasn’t a serious writer yet. I only began writing my blog and for fun in September. But this year, my first “I know somewhat of what I’m doing” Nanowrimo approaches. But when people ask if I’m scared I just laugh and say:
Veterans might say: “Oh poor thing, we’re veterans so we know how hard it is. You poor ignorant child in over your head.” I laugh at them and here’s why. Continue reading
It’s October. And you know what that means. No, not Halloween. It means we only have a few weeks before the biggest noveling event in the world begins.
I’m going to assume that everyone knows what NaNoWriMo is, since you’re on a writing blog. However, if you’re feeling rather clueless, you can find out more about it at the link. nanowrimo.org/about
And, of course, I’ve already extensively planned my entire book, and am all ready to start a killer novel. *laughs nervously* No. I told myself last year that everything would be planned out, down to the tiniest detail. I was frantically planning on October 31, and I’m pretty sure I had only gotten to the first chapter by November 1. It’s probably going to be the same this year.
I found a notebook while cleaning my room recently. (You find all sorts of things when you clean your room, don’t you?) I was curious, and flipped the notebook open. I started reading. Then I remembered I wrote a story on a long car trip in that notebook when I was in fourth grade or somewhere around that age. I got about a quarter a way through writing the story until I quit because it was basically a Magic Tree House book.
I still regard it as my first major foray into writing, however. (I don’t count the numerous fifteen sentence stories I wrote as a kindergartner.)
So, to see how far I’ve come, I decided to rewrite a portion of the story. Continue reading
So, I saw a post similar to this on his instrument’s rad blog with Disney gifs. So go check that out. I was inspired to do the same, only with Pixar gifs. (Because Pixar is amazing, and shouldn’t be left out.)
When a story idea comes to you