I might be having a crisis of what I want to post.
I have ideas and things that would be good. I guess I can’t trust myself fully? I guess what I’m trying to say that I want to change my content every month but I have a feeling that I would be losing some of my followers here. I even have lists are charts for the content itself.
See? I’ve been working so hard, and I am proud of myself. But I feel like it’s all for nothing if my followers won’t read any of it.
I’m having a blog crisis.
You could say it’s kind of like a midlife crisis but I don’t want to waste my time lol.
So, please excuse the decluttering of what’s to come, and I hope you enjoy the blog’s content for the rest of the month but you’re might have to do something for me.
I’m setting up a poll for what you will see.
It’s pretty much going to say: “do you want this or this? Or this and that? Or do you just want to see what I usually post?”
Please, please, PLEASE try and vote on it! It’ll help me a lot!
I hope you guys follow up with me!
Hello, lovelies! Welcome back! I hope you had a good week! I hope your next week is good. Let’s get going on the posts!!
I didn’t start writing anything until I saw my mom writing a romance novel. She never published it (which upsets me because she’s an award-winning poet) and she shoveled it into the depths of our desk. I had a spare composition book around and wrote down a story that consisted of me talking to my friends.
The “very” first piece of my writing was a weird little book about a couple of friends begins to date, but his younger brother has a crush on his girlfriend… yeah. Recently I found it and I died of laughter. It was so bad, and I think of my writing as mediocre. oh boy
Pretty much what I only write now is random short stores, my work in progress, and some stuff for my board game, which I HOPE TO PUBLISH once I get the nerve to playtest it with my friends gah.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this short post! Have a good week!
Hey guys! I got some homemade poetry for you today. It’ll just be this post because I am SUPER behind on blog work. I love you and have fun!! btw these poems are kinda sad. I wrote them with certain people in mind and I wasn’t in a good headspace. They’re really short but whatever.
Revered is one letter different that reversed. Reversed is to change two or more things to be opposite. Revered is to be deeply devoted to something. How can you revere someone you love when all you is the reverse?
Devotion is a desire. If you aren’t devoted, how can you overcome the pains besides you?
Falling into an abyss full of glass and mirrors.I touch the glass as a mirror closes me indie it. My friends float off elsewhere, leaving me. Inside the mirror, I see familiar faces, yet I can’t see them. It becomes clear to me now.I am the abyss of pain. I am unhurt because I am broken. Broken by the walls that I trapped around me.
A Lonely Friend
Pain is a pain. It hurts everyone. We strive for the best, but the outcome looks uninspiring. We desire to achieve the best for ourselves, yet we are broken people. We are told to overcome that pain and dissolute sorrow. The pain is comforting though. You can call it a friend. But who would want a pain as a friend?
Hidden under my skin that no one claims. Hidden under a personality that others love. Hidden under a life I want better. Hidden under my thoughts no one sees.
Hey guys! I’m back with another post about my history! As the title states…
I’m going to be telling you why I love books!!
My mom was the person to get me into reading. She read herself to sleep every night before getting married to my dad. Once she had my sister and me, she read to us every night. I can’t really remember it, but she did read all of the Harry Potter books to us (except for Deathly Hallows because we were a preteen and a teenager already). I had a stacked and overgrown bookshelf in my room for my entire life. Once I moved in with gage, his dad had to cut it in half so we could put them on the walls because OUR ROOM IS SO SMALL.
Back to books! heh
I have lived a rough life. My family has always been below the poverty line (because America sucks) and books have always been my escape from the impending doom of “Will we have to move again?” or “With dad/mom losing their job, what are we gonna do?” As I write this, I look up at my bookshelf that’s right over my head and think. Think about all of the adventures I’ve held in my head from these stitched together pieces of paper. They’ve helped me so much, and I can’t repay them in any ways except to read them. Break in those spines, take off the dust covers and read the day away.
Books have changed me for the better. Yes, they tend to lead me to disclude myself from others, but they take me to worldly places and meet other people, people that no one else will meet.
There are so many types of books out there, and someday I hope to own a library.
Hey guys! For today, I have planned to let you guys read my (unedited, mind you) first chapter of my WIP! I hate the name for it now and will definitely change it. So, here we go!!
Winona sat in her room. “Hey, Win, will you help Jared with his lunch for school?” A voice boomed from downstairs. “Why can’t he do it on his own, dad?” She yelled back. “Because he’s ten and you said you’d teach him how you make your sandwiches, Winona Jean.” He yelled back. “Fine.” She yelled. Winona finished brushing her short black hair and went downstairs. “I’m off to work. Your mom will be here to pick up Jared after school to take him to soccer. You can take him to school, right Win?” Her father quickly opened the front door. Hearing that word just made her feel sick to her stomach. “Ugh, mom. I haven’t seen her in a long time. Are you sure she has to come? I can take him.” “She wants to see him.” “But not me, like always. What does she have against me?” Eric looked at her with remorse. “My car’s been acting funny, again. When can uncle Ronnie look at it?” She walked into the foyer of their large house. “Probably when his divorce papers are settled. I’ll look at it when I get home, okay?” Eric Vangello looked at his watch. “Got it. Bye, dad.” “Bye, dad!” Ten year old Jared yelled from the kitchen.
Winona walked into the kitchen “‘Kay, let’s do this. Are you sure you can handle this?” She joked. “Super Jared can do anything!” Jared said as she noticed his green and orange cape on around his neck. “There we go.” she said with a giggle escaping her lips. The two began to make a ham and cheese sandwich. Once the sandwich was finished Jared asked “Why does mom like me, but not you, Winnie?” Winona sighed “I have no clue, Jar. Ever since I was young, she just hasn’t liked me. She’s tried, but something seems to be stopping her.” She placed her head into her hand as she leaned on the kitchen counter. “Well, dad and I love you.” He hugged his sister. She laughed “Thanks little buddy. Now, it’s time for us to go to school!” He ran out of the kitchen zoomed away. She could only smile as she closed his lunchbox.
Perry walked up to Winona. “I put too much creamer in my coffee.” “Oh my god, boo hoo, nerd.” Winona joked as she pulled a notebook out. “It’s no laughing matter!” Perry pushed her. “What isn’t a laughing matter?” Sam asked as he walked up to the lockers. “Perry’s coffee being too sweet.” Winona said as she looked at Sam. “Per, you always put too much. I have an idea, put less in.” He finished with a sarcastic gasp. Sam and Winona laughed as Perry took a sip of his coffee. “You two are so mean to me. I wish I had better friends.” He pouted as he opened his locker. As Perry’s locker door swung open, a piece of folded paper fell onto the floor. “Ooh, a love letter! Who’s it from?” Winona said as she flung her body towards the floor. She picked up the note. “It doesn’t say anything.” She opened up the paper. “What is this?” “Coordinates.” Sam looked over her shoulder. “It’s probably nothing-.” The bell for first period rang. “We gotta go.” He closed his locker. “We can go after school, right?” Winona asked the two. “I’m free.” Sam said as he closed his locker. “I guess so.” Perry said as he walked to class. “Let’s look to where they go.” Winona told Sam the numbers as he punched it into his phone. “The library?”
“Are you Perry Thronwell? Someone said you’d be coming in.” the receptionist sat up from her chair and grabbed something from behind the desk. “Here you go.” A small piece of paper slid onto the counter. The three walked away and peered at the note. “What am I looking at?” Sam stated impatiently. “They’re dewey decimal codes.” Perry read the code and looked at the shelves. “Haven’t you ever read a book before, Sam? Or are you on your computer all the time?” “Shut up. I haven’t been here before.” “Over here.” WInona and Sam hurried past others nearby. “This is the local history section.” Winona stated. “That’s where whoever sent this led us to? Why?” “No clue, but it might have to do with this note hidden in ‘Town History and Lore’.” Perry took the book off the shelf. He opened it up the marked page. “‘The Coven of Chene’”. “Read it, dude.” Winona smacked him playfully.
Before urbanization existed, there were two small villages not too far from each other. One was the large, prosperous Chene, the other was the smaller, Sonne. Sonne was the type of village that hated anything different from them. They were sheltered, conservative, and angry. Chene was the opposite. They were happy and bewildered at the creativity of life.
The prophet of Chene was a magical being. Filled with wonder, the Prophet wanted to fill their mind with the knowledge of life. The prophet had four magical abilities: Growth, Control, Telekinesis, and Morph. Once Chene learned about their prophet, they gave four children to the magical being so they could have these abilities. As years went on, the prophet aged with the children beside them.
Sonne soon learned about the children and the abilities and murdered all of Chene. The angry village took the land of Chene and combined it with Sonne. the city grew and grew. It became a sheltered, power-hungry community. They felt they were superior to every village nearby. They had the world.
But what they didn’t know was that the five Prophets survived. They were away for the slaughtering. The hid in the village and continued to learn their abilities. No one knew about them. Until the Prophet passed and the children had no one.
They were split up from each other and went to other parts of the village. They were forced to go to school, forced to leave their friends, forced from using the powers.
But a stroke of luck appeared. A baby appeared in the middle of the village, wearing only a black cloth with a name tag around its wrist. The four Prophet found the child and alerted the other. It was their fifth half. The missing prophet.
The death prophet
They were told by the Head Prophet about this one. That on their passing, a baby would appear and become their fifth. The final prophet would bring death to whomever they felt. They would stay young forever as the others aged. The others were taught, but this one already knew what to do.
The five of them ran from their families and hid in the woods. They grew up and raised the fifth together. They would be a team in the end.
The rumor of them running away together spread through town, and people had heard of their powers. Once they were all grown, they decided to go back and have families to continue their bloodlines.
Their powers spread through the generations.
The three of them looked at each other as Perry put the book back. The silence settled in before someone crushed it. “Who would send us on a wild goose chase just to read a bogus story?” Sam said frustratedly. “Well,” Winona sighed “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because they think we’re hooligans?” Perry shrugged. “Maybe they thought we wouldn’t do it. We have to go, Win. Jared needs you to save him from your mom.” Winona grumbled “Stupid mom. Dammit, let’s go.” Sam and Winona walked together as Perry slowly walked behind them. “Per, what’s taking you so long?” Winona asked. “Just walking really slowly.” He said as he put his phone back into his pocket.
Welcome to the first writing Wednesday, guys! I know how many of you love how I write, so I dedicated a full (post) day to you guys! Every Wednesday, I will be writing, giving tips or tricks, or anything you guys request!
Since today is the first post of it, I will be writing a couple of short stories, and some poetry for you guys. They should be coming out throughout the day. I hope you guys enjoy them!
Now, this is the area where I would be giving you guys some tips on writing, whether they’d be ‘how do I write this one thing sned hlep’ or ‘hey you suck’ I WILL ENDURE IT ALL FOR YOU. So, send in some questions or ideas on short stories!
I’d better go, then.
Ever since I was young, I can remember loving Sailor Moon. Considering I have an older sister who was watching it on TV when I was a baby, I was bound to love it too. I idolized my sister, so of course, I would.
I forgot about Sailor Moon as I grew up, though. The only thing that we had of merch was Sailor Moon R: Promise of The Rose. The movie rental place in my town (Hollywood Video bitches) had the other two movies that my parents let us rent all the time, so we were content.
It wasn’t until I met my friends that I have now, where I remembered about Sailor Moon. My friends are what you would call “weeaboos”, but they aren’t though. We all love the Japanese culture, food, and leisure activities.
Once I started new friendships, I watched all 200 episodes of Sailor Moon instead of doing my homework. At the time, it was a mistake. Looking back though, I really didn’t need to do that pre-algebra anyways
even though I was failing the class at least I’m good at math now yay.
Now, I’m pretty much obsessed with Sailor Moon. I want my first tattoo to be a tribute to Sailor Jupiter. I’m planning on never ending my love of the show.
There should be a new part of Sailor Moon Crystal coming out later this year. Pretty pumped about that lol.
Well, I hope you guys enjoyed my story of Sailor Moon! Look forward to a post next week!
Hey, my dudes!(guess what your new name is lol) It’s time for an update post on what I’m doing behind the scenes. I have some ideas on what I want to do, but they aren’t fully-formed yet, so we’ll see. As the months change, I want to change what I post for you guys. It’ll pretty much be me changing what I do every month, but still keeping the other segments for other months. So, I’ll be telling you what is going up next month!
First things first, I’m going to start a writing segment where I post some of my writing every Wednesday (Writing Wednesday hehe). I’ll probably give tips and tricks about writing, some short stories, and some progress on my WIPs.
Next, I want to add segments on why I love some things (the first post should have already come up by the time this does, so I can’t post a link to it! Sorry!) They’ll pretty much be me explaining the backstory and history of each thing and tell you how I grew to love each item.
lastly, I’ll be posting random posts like Q&As, interviews, and guest post, so
hit me up if you want to be on here for any reason above^^
With these new segments for each month, I’ll be going on a schedule, with 2 posts a week! One on Wednesday and one on Saturday with those random posts mixed in there.
Can I just say a couple things before I start this? Great, thanks.
I wanna die aaa
Incoming Q&A!! Please comment questions or tweet them to me!! 🙂
For most of my life, I have loved cats. I had a multitude of stuffed animals of them. When my family got one, I fell in love (I still love him, he’s just a little anger ball). I loved cats.
Until one day.
I can’t remember that one day, I only know that I began to love ferrets around the fall of 2016. I had wanted one so bad, but I didn’t have money to care for it, and cat+ferret does not bode well when your cat chases field mice and shrews around.
Around this time last year, Gage (bf if you didn’t know) and his younger brother were at a fundraising event (for our band trip to Disneyland). They were selling doughnuts outside of a coffee place. Well, a lady came by with a couple of ferrets and he sent me some pictures of them. I started to cry. I just magically fell in love with these little fuzzbutts and someone in my city owned three.
Months passed as my love of these tubesnakes grew.
Once I started college, I moved in with Gage and his family for an easier commute (I don’t have a license yet). One day, Gage and I were hanging out with friends and we went to a pet store in a neighboring city. When we got there, they had puppies, kittens, snakes, tortoises, and more. I went straight to where they kept the ferrets. I couldn’t play with them, due to them being played with a lot. I could only look, not touch. There was only one of them awake. I poked my finger at it through the barrier. It scratched its little claws at me, wanting out.
Well, two days later, I bought that same ferret and named her Bean.
I have talked about Bean MANY times before, but there are some people that might have not seen her yet!
This is my Beanie!
She is 7, almost 8 months old. I got her when she was 4 months old. She’s a crazy, hungry, sleepy noodle! We have tried and tried again to keep her off our desks (doesn’t work). She can’t be out when we’re eating (she likes to steal things like fast food straws out of cups). And she just won a battle with fleas!! The only treats she will eat aren’t the healthiest for her, but she doesn’t care.
I love my little furbutt, and I hope to get more friends for her to play with.
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