Drawing in the Snow~

Hey guys, I’m a little nervous about posting this because I’m not sure what I think about it quite yet… Anyway, I would love it if you could read it and comment below what you thought.

I knew everything about her. I knew everything about her because she told me. I knew what her favorite color, flower, scent, shirt. I knew where she lived and what office she worked in. I knew because she had trusted me. And now for some reason she didn’t. I hadn’t done anything, not that I knew of a least. One day she’s telling me we’re meant to be and the next she’s not picking up my calls, not answering my texts. She didn’t even respond when I said to hi to her on her way to work. Which is how we got to now. Me standing in the snow with only a sweatshirt and her in her warm heated office.

I look up at the window, wondering how to get her attention. I look around. My eyes settle on a row of cars. Old things. They didn’t look like they’d been driven in a while. I try to really think. I have found that having a girlfriend is harder than one would think. Not only do you have to love a girl with all your heart, you have to keep her happy. And to do that, you have to change your thinking. You have to think like them. I learned this the hard way. Apparently, bringing your girlfriend to hang with all your buddies… is not ok. No one told me about that.

So as I look at these old cars, I have to think about what her opinion would be. How can I make these old cars look romantic? Oh! Oh! That’s not a horrible idea. You’re a genius.

I go to one of the cars. I draw a heart on it. My finger tracing through the snow. The flakes crunching underneath my fingertips. The smooth surface of the black car slowly appearing. I draw a arrow through the heart, thinking it’ll look more appealing. Then I go to the  next car. I draw a single line on that one. On the next I write the word love. On the last, the word you. There. That should do it.

I grab my phone a text her one more time, praying she’ll read it.

I left you a message, look out the window.

Then as an after though I add,


I sit on a stoop of an office entrance. Basically I’m loitering, while simultaneously hoping I don’t get arrested or something. Do you really get arrested for standing around doing nothing?

Snow starts to fall. Crap. I walk back out to the cars, the letters are starting to get covered. I trace The letters over and over. My hands starting to freeze. This better be worth it. I don’t like snow. Or rain. Or anything cold.

A few minutes later. I see her look out the window. Thank the heavens, my fingers are freezing. After a couple seconds, she’s outside. Her arms wrapped around me. I wrap mine around hers.

“So why were you mad at me?” I ask, pulling her away.

“I just heard some rumors and…” She laughed a little, “it was a stupid reason. It doesn’t matter. Thank you.”

“Of course. Am I allowed in your office?” I rub my arms dramatically, “it’s freezing.”

“It’s not that cold.” She says with a smirk.

“Yes. Yes it is. Look, you can see my breath!” I exhale hard through my mouth. “I look like a smoker.”

“Ugh fine. But don’t let my boss see you.” She laughed. I continue to blow out my breath.

“Look. See that? It’s cold.”I say, joking.  She pushes me inside, laughing. Everything in it’s place. For now.


Soo, I’m dying to know what you think. ((That’s not sarcastic I swear)) I hope you enjoyed it. A like gets you a cake and a comment gets you a life time supply of waffles. 


My Randomness In One Post

Hey friends! You’re beloved rambler is here. Yes, tis I, the one who never posts anything. *Tries to look innocent and fails*  


Homework is harddd ok?? But any who, I’m here now so stop complaining. (Yes, I know I was the one complaint but details are just boring) This post is basically just some random stuff. I have some narratives and some writing prompts and fun stuff like that. SO basically I’m making you happy so I don’t have to post more this week. Let’s get started! 


I stood on the top of the building. My feet hanging off the edge. I hear the roar of the cars and trucks beneath me. A bird soars by, a pigeon maybe. I stay still, listening to my breath travel in and out of my lungs. I stay still, almost falling. But not quite yet. I stay still, feeling the breeze in my face. Suddenly there’s a jerk, a feel of a hand on my back, a wave of panic. I fall, mouth screaming, arms flailing, tears flying from my eyes. I plummet, the wind yanking my eyes back. I plummet, the cars getting closer.  I plummet, my breath gone, heart beating, thoughts fleeing. All I can think about is the dirty pavement that will be covered by my body. I fall. Then. I jerk upward. Like a parachute deploying. A hand has caught me. A gentle loving hand. A hand that holds me with such care that I feel safe. A hand that has a hole in it. A scar so ugly it’s beautiful. A scar that testifies his love. A scar of the cross.  My God has saved me. My God has caught me in his palm. He has save me. He lowers me to the ground slowly, careful that I don’t fall. His movements graceful and planned out. Like he had know this would happen ever since time began. I don’t want to step out if his palm but I know I have to. I have to go do his work. I have to go and show others his hand. I have to show others his scars of love. I have to show others his gentle loving hands that save us from falling. From falling into sin.

Hopefully y’all enjoyed that. It made me really happy while writing it. Comment below what you think. Next thing, a narrative for how my auditions for the Wizard of OZ workshop I was doing.

Narrative- Theater-

Heart pounds, knees shake, voice wobbles. Get control of you nerves. Otherwise you won’t get the part. You’ve done this before. You’ve gone through auditions before but you’re just as nervous. The first person goes up on the stage when their name is called. You pray a silent prayer that you weren’t the first person be called. You thank the heavens you don’t have a last name that starts with A. But of course the first person that goes has been doing theater since she was 7. She’s been doing dance since she was 4. And don’t forget she came out of the womb taking voice lessons. So as she sings your confidence shrivels up and dies.

You know you’re gonna get a smaller part by the time your name is called. You’ve been doing theater for a year. And even if it’s a workshop where everyone HAS to get a part, you worry you’ll be banned from the theater if you go up and show off the skill you lack. You take a few deep breaths then walk up the steps the the stage. You’re friend gives you a worried look, remembering the last year’s audition. The one were you tried to sing while you were sick.

You sing. You dance. You act. The singing was fine. At least you didn’t break anyone’s ears. The dancing sucked. Like a lot. The acting was actually… It was actually good. But you’re trying out for Glinda and the Wicked Witch who need they’re singing voices…

Two days later. You get an email. As you pour over it you find your parts. Mostly background stuff. You’re eyes finally find your larger part. Auntie Em. That’s cool, it’s a bigger part than last year at least. And you have a solo singing part… Hopefully you don’t botch that.


Well fellow people of earth, maybe that held your attention? Maybe not? I would love to hear what you think! If you want to know a secret I will tell you something about bloggers, Bloggers love it when you comment. (It wasn’t me who told you though) Now, you’re welcome to stay but I have to go take over the world I’l see you all later! Remember to comment below. ⇓⇓

Coffee Shop-

Hello good readers, of there are any of you. Anyway, I wrote this as an excercise. And I also had writers block for my story. I hope you like it!

She sat quietly. Hands in her lap, legs crossed. Her dirty blonde hair was folded up into a braid and her feet pushed into a pair of heels, a simple dress covered her slender figure as her golden eyes studied the frothy liquid that pooled in her cup. She was still. Still as if she was a figure carved from granite. The sun from the window flooded into the cafe from behind her, outlining her still figure.

I couldn’t stop staring. I was staring because she was so normal and yet so different. She was average looking yet a goddess. The coffee shop seemed to move around her. As if she was the center of the atmosphere. But no one else paid attention to her. She was the most important thing in the room but she was invisible. I felt a pull to go talk to her. A want to figure out who she was. A need to figure out what she was doing here. I gathered my small amount of courage and wit. I got up, gripping the strap of my backpack tightly. 

“Hey.” I said softly, like I’m talking to a deer. I felt like I would scare her with my voice. Her golden eyes slowly traveled up to meet my green ones. She didn’t answer at first, just looks up into what seems like my soul. 

“Hello.” She said, her voice dancing on the small breeze coming from the open door. 

“Can I sit here?” I asked, still staring into her eyes that glittered in the sunlight. 

“I’m not going to stop you.” Her voice had a slight amusement in it. 

“Kay thanks.” I sat down, then offered my hand. “I’m Maverick.” 

“Adeline.” She said with a polite smile, accepting it. The skin on her hand was tough yet smooth. Her nails were unpainted, uneven edges. “Do I know you from somewhere?” 

“Uh, no, a least not that I know of.” I said, my cheeks heating. “You just looked like an… interesting… person to talk to…” 

“Oh, I don’t get that a lot.” She said with a scrunched brow. 

“Really?” I bit my lip there a little, “I feel like you would be told that often.”

“You’re sweet.” She chuckled, an amused look dancing on her face. My whole face lights on fire. She suddenly added, “But. I have to go. I’ll see you later.”

“Oh ok, bye.” I say, disappointed. Adeline gets up, leaving her coffee. As she walks, heels clicking the cracked tile floor. I watched as her braid fell over her shoulder. I glanced at her coffee, she hadn’t taken a sip of it. It still had a feather drawn in froth on it. I add quietly as she left, “Maybe I’ll see you later?” 

Ok, so what do you think? If you liked it, comment. If you disliked it, comment. If you can’t comment because you’reeating waffles while doing this, I forgive you. 😉 

Chapter 46~ As the Sun Peeks Through the Trees~

Hey guys… Sorry, I disappeared. 😐 But I’m back! Yay! Um, yea this story is still going. I’m trying to figure out the ending. I hope you enjoy! I will posting some other things too later on, so I hopefully won’t disappear again. 😉

Eventually everyone left. It was only me and Solstice sitting, still silent.

“I just got him back.” Solstice said, her voice was hoarse from not using it. “I had finally found him. I got him back… And he’s gone again. It’s like he’s trying to avoid me.”

“I doubt that. He talked about you a couple times. He loved you a lot.” I smile sadly, picking at the few blades of grass around me.

“He talked about you too. Gosh he talked about you.” I look over her with a confused look. “He thought you were an angel or something. It was gross.”

“Really, he talked about me?” My lip twitches upward. “You and Jethen probably talk about each other like that.”

“I dunno. Probably.” She shrugs, “I think me and Jethen as a survival strategy. We watch each other’s backs and protect each other. We just get each other, we make decisions together, nice and simple. That probably makes no sense.”

“Kinda.” I say, talking to Solstice is like talking to a best friend. Which I guess she is because, she’s Livy. But it’s different talking to her, like I’m talking to a different person. I get up, brushing off soil from my palms. “We should probably go.”

“Are you going to be ok?” Solstice asks, looking at me with such worry.

“Yup, he’ll get better soon.” I say, trying to give myself some confidence. I walk back to the medical building. As I walk back I see someone go into the Koda’s room. I run the rest of the way, who is this person. I burst into the room. The man turns to me.

“Hello, I was looking for you.” There’s nothing special about him, soldiers uniform, kind eyes. Who is he?

“Oh, ok.” I bite my lip, “Who are you?”

“That doesn’t matter.” I frown at this, “I’m just carrying a message. You’re wanted on the front. We need you.”

“Um, no thank you.” I try a smile but I know it’s not even close to convincing. My heart pounds and my fear builds in my throat. “I have to take care of Koda and stuff…”

“We took care of that. He has a nurse assigned to him. You’re truck leaves in twenty minutes.” The man’s voice was different than his eyes. His eyes showed sympathy, his voice had no emotion.

“I- I-” I have no words. I’m going to war. And I can’t stay here with Koda. My lip trembles slightly. I strengthen myself slightly, “Ok. Let me get my things.”

Solstice grabs my shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

“I’ll be back.”








Oh my gosh. So I went and saw Newsies today and wow. That’s really all I can say, wow. It was absolute perfection, or as close as you can get anyway. It was so good.

Let me paint you a picture. Think the movie, now think a billgillion times better. Think, better story line, better singing, better dancing, better score, better acting, better characters, better everything. Better musical.

I don’t think I can tell you how much I love this. Every time a song came on, I became giddy. Every time I breathed, chills ran down my spine. It was magical. I have no words.

Also, the set was super boss. Like, I had no idea metal structures could be moved around like that. It was perfect. I’ve been waiting forever to see this and now I’m madly in love. Like I’m not kidding. I know you all probably think I’m a dork because I love this so much but whatever. It’s just who I am.

The mainly male cast is also super cool because the dancing is a lot more different. It’s more athletic. That’s the only word I can think of. Lots of back flips and jumping around. King of New York was a tap number was so good. Every single song made me smile. One song almost brought me to tears, which is a big deal because nothing ever does that. So yea, it was good.

Anyway, if it’s coming near you, go see it. No matter the cost, go see it. I don’t care if you don’t like musicals, you should still see it. If it’s not near you, listen to the sound track because it’s perfect. I’m done ranting, sorry. This might be my new favorite and I’m listening non stop to the music and my family thinks I have problems. Which I probably do… Oh the perks of being a dork. X)

Have a good day and good job you read this whole thing. See you guys later! (If you’ve seen Newsies comment below, I will rant with you even more. 😉 )

Chapter 45~ As the Sun Peeks Through the Trees~

Ok guys, I’ve been writing this story for a veryyyyyy long time… Emphasis on Very. So I’m trying to finish it up for y’all… I’m pretty close. Only one or two more parts. Maybe. We’ll see. Then we can move on to a another, hopefully shorter story. Thank you for your patience! I hope you like this next part! New? Click here.

“So what happened with you and Jethen?” I ask quietly. Remi bites her lower lip. I’m just trying to get my mind off Koda. And the war. And all the stuff.

“Nothing. It wasn’t anything in the first place. I mean-” She thought about her words. “I mean, I really liked him. But he’s occupied. Which I get, Solstice is like a goddess. She’s insanely pretty and like a super amazing fighter… Also, she has this awesome personality so you know. I’m no competition with that.”

“Aww, it’s ok.” I wrap my arm around her shoulder. “You’ll find someone amazing. Trust me.”

“So, what exactly is wrong with Koda?” She asked. In about half a second I feel like crying.

“I dunno.” I mumble. “Something happened in the battlefield and it seriously messed with his brain. It’s almost like his brain is stuck on one memory or something.”

“And we can’t help him?” She says.

“The nurse says there’s a slight chance his brain will get off the loop but it’s small and- and.” My bottom lip starts to tremble so I clamp my teeth down on it to make it stop. I make my voice stronger. “It’ll all work out… I think.”

At that very moment Jethen came in Solstice woke up and Koda said something. It wasn’t the fact that Koda said anything, he did that all the time. It was what he said. His words were strange. But totally relevant to what was going on. The sentence he had mumbled was: Don’t worry Flower, I won’t rip your petals. I swallowed hard.

“Koda?” I said, half of me hoping, the other half trying to kill the hope.

“Don’t worry Flower.” He said, making eye contact with me. Staring into my eyes. Something he hasn’t done since I found him here. “I’m right here.”

“You sure?” I asked, my voice breathy. “You’ve been gone for a while.”

“Flower…” He whispered. He was off still but maybe not as off. He reached up a hand and touched my hair. It was just a poof of orange, a wild nest. His was touch so soft that I barely felt it. But he gaze I felt. It was intense. Something else.

“Koda,” I said, suddenly wary. “What’s my name?”

“Flower.” He said. I bit my lip.

“No. No, it’s Poppy. Can you call me that?” I asked. But the second the words came out of my mouth. Koda’s mind had moved far away from here. He was back in his own world. I had lost him. I walked out of the room. I kicked myself. I shouldn’t have reprimanded him. I should’ve just went with it. I wanted to scream but I was already getting weird looks from the nurses. I half smiled at them then walked quickly outside. People watched me as I fumed outside so I decided to go somewhere else. I ran into the forest. I found a study tree and I starting punching the trunk. I threw all my anger at it. Screaming at it, telling it that it was unfair and unkind. I yelled until I started crying. I broke down and soon I was sitting in the roots of the tree, begging it for comfort. My knuckles were bloody and my hands hurt like heck. But I welcomed the pain. I deserved it. I hadn’t stopped Koda from going to war and now he was- He was so broken. Remi came up and sat with me. She did’t say anything. She just sat. Solstice came too. And finally Jethen. And we just sat. And the silence was welcomed.