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.
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
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
Hullo peeps, what’s up?
You might have seen the last CWWC short story, The Clock Master, and this one was based off a different prompt for the same thing.
(A Warning: This is darker/deeper than most of my other stuff, so just be warned.) Continue reading
This is a story that I wrote as part of CWWC. You may have noticed the banner on the sidebar, and this is for that. The good stories will be posted on the blog, but if you’re brave, you can read the others, which will be posted on the CWWC tab on the menu.
I’ve never liked time travel stories. (I don’t know why, I just don’t like them.) This is as far as I’ll go when writing time travel. So… enjoy. Continue reading
Hiya. Today we venture into the dark, deadly, slightly morbid, and screaming eel infested waters. Who’s with me?
I know, it’s a terrible way to start a post. But I wasn’t lying about the dark and deadly stuff. Scroll on, but be warned that this isn’t about being stuck babysitting a hacker. Continue reading
“Where did you learn to break into a lock? You’re eight years old!”
That, my friends, is a start of an epic story. 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.
So of course you’ll click the button, right? —->>> Continue reading
Ah, back again with the writing prompts. Happy day! Continue reading