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Sunday, October 31, 2010

Sunday Scribblings #239 -Intense

            She walked along the sidewalk, lugging her bag full of Halloween goodies. It’d been a good haul this year, all in all. Most satisfactory. Tired, she sat down on the curb and opened the bag to dig out a chocolate bar. Where had Leanne gone? And Andy?
            She whipped around, to see nothing but the old gate of the Manor. She had always wondered who lived in there. People said that they could sometimes see a shadow behind the old curtains, racing back and forth. She’d never seen it, of course. She never saw the things that the old men whispered about in the park, or heard the things that the gossipy old women seemed to think so interesting about the house.
            It was just a house, wasn’t it? She stood up, looking hard, trying to see what the other people said was there. How old was the Manor, anyways? She approached the blackened gate. Grandmother had told her that long long ago, there was a terrible fire in the Manor. Most of the family that lived there managed to get out, but the eldest son was trapped in his room by the fire.
            Of course, that was just an old wives’ tale. She was sure that there were no such things as ghosts. The Dead always passed into the Summerland. Mother had told her that. All spirits of the Departed always went to the Summerland. It was the natural course of things.
            She placed a hand cautiously on the gate, which swung open as soon as she laid her hand on it. Slightly unnerved, she yanked her hand back, but walked in through the rotten wooden gate and made her way to the charred porch. It took less time than she thought it would to walk up to the front door, but once she got there, it took an eternity for her open it. It wasn’t hard to open, no. She just didn’t know if this was such a good idea after all. Maybe…maybe there was something in this house.
            However, the door swung open just as the gate had. Taking a deep breath, she walked in.
            Her heartbeat seemed to echo throughout the entire house.
            Thump, THUMP. Thump, THUMP.
            There was something about this house. Something…sad. She shook herself. There were no ghosts. There never had been. There never would be.
            She walked back to the door, only to see that it had disappeared.
            But, how was that possible? Doors don’t just disappear. Maybe she was looking in the wrong place. She walked to the window, only to see that it wasn’t nighttime at all. The sun was shining and the grass, instead of being withered and dying, was lush and green.
            What was going on?
            She rubbed her eyes, hoping it was just some sort of strange dream, but when she opened them again, it was still daytime.
            There was a child playing in the grass. She was sure that there had been no one outside a moment before.
            The child’s laughter filled the air. Almost as if it were right behind her. It seemed to permeate through everything.
            “What are you doing here?”
            She turned hastily to see a boy standing in the room entrance. He looked to be about nineteen years old, but he was dressed in an odd fashion. As if he were from the early nineteenth century. But, it was 2010.
            She looked around wildly. “I…” she couldn’t seem to get to what she was trying to say. What was she trying to say?
            “I…I don’t know…” she whispered, cradling her head in her hands and sinking to the floor.
            She felt him sit down on the floor beside her. “Don’t go crying like that, now.”
            “I’m not crying,” she replied, annoyed. “I’m just…confused.”
            “And what are you wearing?” he asked, looking at her Halloween costume. A pirate wench.
            “Oh…um…er…this is just for Halloween…” her voice trailed off.
            “What is…Halloween?”
            “Oh…it’s…um…look, can you just tell me where I am?”
            “In my father’s house.”
            “But…that’s not possible…I thought no one’s lived here for ages…”
            He looked confused. “What are you talking about? My family’s been living here for a century.”
            She sighed and covered her face with her hands again. “This will seem like a stupid question, but what’s the year?”
            “I’m sorry…could you repeat that?”

I've created a new blog!

Well, I've just created a new blog where I'll be posting up my NaNoWriMo 2010 novel for the world to see. You can check it out right over here!

I'll be posting soon! Let me know what you think. :]

Saturday, October 30, 2010


I'm trying to decide whether or not I want to start a new blogspot for my NaNoWriMo 2010 novel...

I think I probably will. It'll be nice to just see what people think of my random rambling novelling.

So, it's a decision made. I'm going to make a new blog just for NaNoWriMo 2010. Woot!

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Thursday Tales #31

She walked along the sidewalk, humming to herself and carrying her wares. They were so...pretty. Like orbs of light. She didn't want to part with them, but she had to if she was to collect money for Mommy and Daddy.

She hugged the puffy jacket Mommy had given her from the charity box. "Here, Lila," she had said as she whipped it out. "This will fit you perfectly, my little angel."

Oh, how happy she'd been! It was perfect for keeping cold weather out. She silently thanked the little girl who had parted with it so that she could wear it instead. Winter was coming, and it was a great comfort to have something so warm enshrouding her little body. She guessed this was what it was like to be the child of circus people.

"Does anybody want a balloon?" she squeaked at the passers by, waving her balloons in the air. "Just a dollar each!"

Usually she got a decent amount of money because people always loved the circus. She wasn't old enough to do much for her circus family, but this was all she could do until she could become a trapeze artist like Mommy. So she had to sell these balloons.

"Please buy some balloons!"

The picture used as a prompt can be found here.

First Time

You were standing there,
alabaster brow
under ebony locks.
Just standing there,
yet you caught my eye.

Your beautiful eyes saw
what other eyes refused to seek.
They saw me.
And only me.
And I saw you.

Your white ears
listened past my stutter
to the sweet words
I tried to utter.
I spoke.
And you listened.

Little did I know
how far we would go
along the path of love.
You will soon make me
the happiest man on Earth,
just by taking my hand,
to hold for all eternity.

A/N: This was something I wrote for someone who wanted something to give to his fiancee for her birthday.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

NaNoWriMo Time!!!

Well, it's almost the end of October. And that means several things.

One. My birthday is coming up! Halloween night will mark my eighteenth year of being blessed with a life on earth.

Two. NaNoWriMo will begin! For all of you who don't know what NaNoWriMo is (shame on you!) it's short for "National Novel Writing Month."It's basically when you write a 50,000 word novel in the thirty days of November. I tried it last year and failed miserably because I became disgustingly lazy and let it taper off into nothingness. It was rather sad, actually. But I'm determined to succeed this time (or at least not fail as badly as I did last year). This will be my second attempt, seeing as I didn't know NaNoWriMo existed until last October.

So, wish me luck! Let me know who else will be taking part in NaNoWriMo!

Thursday, October 21, 2010


The dog is right. I AM stupid. I haven't been on here for ages, even after I promised to blog quite frequently.

I suppose that's what midterms do to you. They leech all of the energy you have that you could use to do useful stuff like updating your blog.

But, I'm back (to the few people who knew I existed in the first place :P) and will hopefully be posting more writing soon. I have also started a tumblr, where I will be posting random things as well. Creative writing and otherwise, so be sure to check that out here.


Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Murder by Can Opener

Silver shadows
of cold steel
puncture warm flesh,
fresh blood
spilling out
crimson waterfalls
onto the
linoleum floor.

The tool of torture
clatters to the ground,
its mission complete,
drenched in rubies
of another heart.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Rambling Tongues #1

I sighed to myself. Innocence was bliss. Or is it loneliness that was bliss? It was most definitely better to be alone. Alone so that nobody could hurt me. Then why was I feeling so rotten now? Why did it suddenly hurt to be alone? I’ve been alone all my life. So what’s the problem now?

I traced circles in the sand with a twig, listening to the ocean waves roll in and out. Perfect unison. Perfect harmony. Perfectly together, and yet they separated. Always separated only to come together once more.

Perhaps it is our acquaintances that make life interesting. The people who come and go. How long will each one stay? Will it be life long or just for ten minutes?

Only time will tell.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Screenwriter's Lament

Flash of a camera,
the red carpet beckons
with promises of glory
and renown.

Yet it's an unfair world,
pitting brother against brother
and wife against husband
in a battle for recognition.

And 'tis only the actors,
the directors and producers
that gain the fame
so coveted by many.

What of the writers?
The thinkers? The dreamers?
What glory have they,
save one line in the credits?

'Tis a world of
superficial moonlight
and sea winds from the
giant fans off the set.

Trying to portray
the real with the unreal
until the boundary
is smudged to nothingness.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Carry On Tuesday #73

Where art thou, muse? Where be thy guiding light and thy sweet song? Hast thou abandoned me? Hast thou left me alone in this world of long words and wandering sentences?

Wherefore hath thou left me? Or, perchance, thou were never mine? Thy sweet song were for another, and not for me? Oh, temptress of mine imagination, return to me. Sweet Siren though thou art, I doth need you.

And yet---without thou, I doth feel the wings of freedom arching o'er my back. Without thou I hath once again regained control over mine own writings. Without thou, I am mine own. Instead of being chained and controlled by thy heathen allure.

So, away with ye! I doth stand on mine own. Without thee. 

Microfiction Monday - #51

The wings of his steed
swept her up amongst the clouds,
higher than she had ever gone before.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Sunday Scribblings #235 - Flashback

Sitting on the swings,
she remembers a time past
mixed with the time coming.

Past winters and coming springs,
last summer’s breath still in her hair,
she looks back toward winter.

Sweet winter,
a time of cutting winds
and warm fireplaces

where she once slept
as a little girl, listening to stories
of Christmas past.

Longing to go back home,
yet happy where she is,
she clings to the past,

Looking forward to the future.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Journaling - A New Hobby

I have officially started a journal.

I already have a shoebox journal where I keep all of my ideas and poems that haven't yet been posted (or shown to that many people, to be honest). I keep all sorts of treasures in that shoebox. Pictures, theater programs, tickets and other things that trigger memories for me. I also keep the loose leaf scribbles I come up with and accounts of interesting days. It's probably one of the top ten things I would rescue if my house...well, dorm room was on fire. I keep ideas, emotions, memories, hopes, dreams, and so much more in that shoebox. It's very, very dear to me, and I think it would be fun to go through it when I'm older (much, much, MUCH older) and see what was running through my mind when I was seventeen.

Anyways, back to my journal.

I always wanted to start a journal, you know. I just never got around to it. I'd start diaries, but leave them because I had no time or I got bored.

But I'm determined that this journal won't be a failure like all the rest. I want this journal to be bound (which it is) to protect it from losing anything. Because everything that I put in there (and will put in there in the future) is extremely important to me. It's the start of new stories. Character sketches. Thoughts about the sky. People watching notes. Random scribbles. You name it! Perhaps I'll put excerpts from my journal on my blog. We'll see. But most of it will be for my eyes only.

I love the fact that my journal has no lines. It gives so much more freedom! Now I can write sideways, in shapes, in squiggles, or in a jumble of words that come together to make an image! Just THINK of the possibilities!

Anyways, that's all for now.


Friday, October 1, 2010

Thursday Tales #27

On the edge of the sidewalk,
she takes a deep breath,
bracing herself to move
from safety to adventure.

On the edge of the sidewalk,
she wonders what lies past
the sunset on the mountains
and the hidden ocean.

On the edge of the sidewalk,
she gazes out to tomorrow,
to what lays across the street
and in the world beyond.

Image was used from here