Heartless – short story

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I’m back! Again! Life is crazy!

Wysteria and I are doing our annual short story prompt challenge again this summer. Below are the prompts and the story that resulted.


 The dread pirate Farely is not a very dreadful name for a pirate, but it’s the name I was stuck with. In my poor parents’ defense, I don’t think they knew I was going to be a pirate. When you’re stuck with a name like Farely though, you must make up for it in other ways. 

So I became the most dreadful pirate to pirate the high seas. You gotta keep your honor up in some way. Continue reading

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a letter to the lonely (feat. me)

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I went to Regionals for my speech competition, and it was good. One of the days, though, I felt really overwhelmed, and I went outside with some music to hide. Someone found me in my hiding spot, and sat down with me. When I first met her last year, we didn’t get along. It wasn’t anything between us — we just were radically different as people. But as I felt alone in my hiding spot, she simply sat with me and gave me company. Sometimes you just need a person to see you and acknowledge you, without talking. And sometimes, that comes from the people you’d least expect.

Perhaps we’re all a bit lonely inside for human empathy. And perhaps no matter how different we all are, we all need it.

I tried writing some creative non-fiction and liked it enough to post it on here. Maybe it will resonate with the other lonely people. (Sorry for the second person narration.) Continue reading

Don’t Live in a Fantasy (this world is magical too)

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You know, when I was younger, I never once believed that I was going to live a normal life. I had a strong belief that I would find my very own Narnia somewhere, or someday sprout wings and fly to far off lands.

That hasn’t happened. (Yet.)

But that belief has gotten weaker as I’ve grown older. Now, I have less time to race around in the woods from imaginary creatures. My focus is more on physics and history.

I think that’s why I started writing. My eight year old brain realized that me suddenly being able to have conversations with birds was unlikely, so I wrote stories where I could talk to animals instead. (Though, believe me, I tried for hours to talk to birds.) Continue reading

The Importance of Art

art (high res).jpgHello.  I return.  My absence on this little blog can be accounted for by exactly one thing: the NCFCA.  In case you aren’t in the homeschooled Christian community, it stands for National Christian Forensics and Communications Association.  It’s a fancy way of saying national stress and exhaustion association. (Or basically, speech and debate.)

Anyways, I’ve been traveling to across my state and neighboring states delivering speeches for judges at competitions.  

Now, when picking out my topic for a speech, I looked through the blog archives (and promptly realized I need to go back and clean it out), and found a post that looked promising. (Appreciating the Creative Side {the unfinished sketchbook})

So I wrote a speech.  I illustrated boards and props to go along with it.  And I gave it.  And now I’m making it work for me, and making my blog-post-turned-speech back into a blog post. (As you do.)

Enjoy.


When I was a kid, I wanted to be an artist.  Eventually, reality set in, and I realized two things:

  1.  Artists aren’t paid very well.  And there would be a very likely possibility that I could be a starving artist, doomed to eating ramen noodles for all eternity while mice skittered around the floor.  (A Little Princess style.)
  2. I had little natural talent.

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Character Development: How to Write Realistic Characters

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I am alive.  Shocker, I know.

I am probably going to have to fall to posting twice a month because school is intense.  Sigh.

I’m slightly motivated to keep this up though because a teacher told me that blogging looked great to college admissions.  (The only reason I do anything anymore: college. :’) )

And of course, blogging is fun. 😛

NaNoWriMo is only nine days away!!  I’m attempting it again this year (last year was a disaster) with the hope that I can finish my novella.  I’m not sure if it’ll be the whole 50,000 words because my novella might not take that long, but we’ll see.

I’ve been plotting quite a bit and guys, I’m awful at plotting.  I have my world (dystopian/steampunk/sci-fi/fantasy yes, it’s crazy and I love it) and I have my characters (soft little beans who will stab you).  But when it comes to plot….  there’s absolutely nothing.

So I’m going to do the natural thing, and ignore my plot until the very last minute before NaNoWriMo.

And you get a post about characters because I like to think that I’m actually okay at developing characters.

It’s a win/win.  (Not really. )

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You Know You’re A Writer If

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If you’re a writer, I pity you.

The rest of the world has no idea what you’re doing.  And then you have to try and convince them that you’re not a serial killer.

Writers are a unique breed.  Especially fantasy, sci-fi, dystopian, and all the other speculative fiction writers.

We know things.

*The Twilight Zone theme song starts playing*

Anyway, if you’re a writer, you’ll probably relate.  If you’re not, steal up your courage to take a glance.  You might be enlightened. (Or horrified, but that’s a small consequence.) Continue reading

Masked – Short Story

  Hello!

So we both forgot that the deadline for the OYAN novel contest was Wednesday. (oops.)  Anyways, we both edited like crazy and submitted our novels!  But all that editing left no time for writing short stories.  So this is a *little* late.  Next week, we should be back on track. 🙂

Also, thanks for all the nice comments on the last story.

I was challenged with the prompts above, and here’s the story.  I like this one a lot more, haha.

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