Day Ten~

Hello! SO I sorta kinda maybe skipped a day. Sorry. Again. It’s just a had this huge Bio exam and was trying to memorize four chapters of details on mitosis. So yea, my brain was the same consistency as oat meal with too much coconut oil. ((You can say EW here, not telling you how to live your life, just a helpful suggestion.))

Today’s Challenge:

Write a goodbye story:


I walked past rows and rows of small deposit boxes. They all had the same chipped green paint and rusted locks. The only differences were the numbers. I was only looking for one in particular. 243. A number that wouldn’t matter to anyone except for me. And one other person. But he’s not here. And his absence is the reason of my presence. My fingers run over each box, a slight ping to let the empty air know I’m here. Flecks of rust remain on my fingers as I look for those three numbers. Those numbers that don’t matter to anyone but mean the world to mw.  Then I stopped. It was there. It was right there. But it was open. I rush over to it, looking inside. Nothing.

“No.” I murmur. It has to be here. He told me it would be here.

“You trust me so completely.” A voice say. A familiar voice. A voice that brings tears to my eyes when I hear it. I turn and find him smiling sadly at me. His eyes are filled with tears too. I almost break when I see him. I can barely move at first. But he comes over and wraps his arms around me. I melt into him.

“I do.” Is all I can say. I can only say those because those are the only words that stay in my brain long enough to say them. Too many thoughts flow through me, I can’t even think them, much less say them. “Where have you been?”

“I can’t tell you…” His words are filled with regret and almost… shame?

“You’ve been gone for two years and you can’t tell me why?” I ask, suddenly not happy anymore, suddenly angry.

“I’m sorry Legend. I just can’t tell you. But I do have something to say.” He said, his eyes told me that it was breaking him to say that. But they were also telling me that he was doing what he thought was right.

“What if I don’t want to hear it? We’re siblings, yet the last couple times I’ve talked to you, you’ve hurt me more than anyone else could.” I say, now I am crying. Tears falling out of my eyes and onto the the floor. “Phoenix I don’t think I want to hear it.”

“This isn’t a matter of want. It’s a matter of what you need. You need to hear this.” He said, pulling me even closer. I grab onto his sweat shirt, begging him not to talk. I remember when we were younger, I would hug tighter if I was scared, he would do his best to make it stop. But today, it worked the opposite. I more I squeezed, the closer he got to scaring me.

“I’m leaving for good.” He said. I shook my head.

“No.” I kept shaking my head as the rest of me trembled. “Phoenix why did you come back if you were just going to break me again?”

“Because I wasn’t sure if you would actually find the locker and I needed to give you this.” He murmured. He slipped a piece of paper in my hand. I didn’t look up. I just held him tighter.

“I can’t do this again.” I begged. He kissed the top of my head and worked my fingers off his jacket. I looked up at him. The pain in his face matched my feelings. “Don’t go.”

“I have to.” He cleared his throat and wiped his nose. My knees went weak and I collapsed to the floor. He walked out but I stayed. For a long time, blubbering and trembling. Because I couldn’t think of what was more important than his younger sister. I looked at the paper in my hands. I unfolded it slowly, shaking hands slowing the process. The paper held the one thing that would get me through, the note held a clue. A clue to find a piece of a puzzle that would fix everything. A clue to finding hope.

So, what do you think? Comment below!


Day Nine~

I told you guys the would happen. It was only a matter of time… Oh well. This weekend was kind crazy… Don’t even get me started on Halloween and school. But I’m here, that’s what matters.


ANYWAY, let’s get started. Shall we? The prompt is, to write a short story off a house hold item… Kay I changed it, you know me, always changing things… But this will be good I promise. Ok so recently, I wrote a short story of another short story. Kinda like fan fiction but not. You can find the link to the short story, here

This is what I wrote:


I Took Over


I walked through my new house. Explored my new rooms. Took inventory of my new property. Tried on my new clothes. Counted my new money. It was nice to have things. To actually own a house, to have clothes, a bed. It was nice to have these small comforts, even if they weren’t really mine. Even if I stole this large house with the oak doors. Even if I borrowed this knitted blue vest. Even if I found the pesos in the closet of the owner I scared away. But it’s acceptable. I needed it more than them.

I should explain myself. Describe who I am. What I do. I don’t truly have a name. Most people have picked names for me. The boogie man. Ghost. Wraith. Anything in that genre of nicknames. The names make sense. They make sense when you understand what I do.

I take over. Taking over is a delicate job. Something that I’ve worked my whole life to perfect. It’s an art. To take over a house. To scare people out of their own homes. To make people feel unsafe in the one safe spot in their lives. It takes some talent. Some determination. Mostly an eye for detail. All of which I have. Usually I live in a house until I become bored with it. Then I move on to a new one. Which is how we got to now. Me, in a new house with everything. Them, in the street with nothing.

The house is nice. Not as nice I’ve taken before but still nice. Velvet chairs, cherry wood tables, oil paintings, and an exceeding amount of framed trinkets. My favorite part of the house is the dust. So eloquent. So refined. I could tell if any one came in the house. If anything came in the house. It floats in the sun, giving the illusion of snow. The only downside of the house is the smell. It smells old. Not new. Old. It smells of old books and rotting trees. An echo of a soul and a creaky door. Of a weak ray of sun and a large pile of wet leaves. But the smell is not too strong and only reveals itself when a western breeze comes to confer with it.

I choose this house because of the people. They’re horrible people. If you think I’m horrible for stealing all they have, I promise they’re worse. The façade the people puts on is not to be trusted. The masquerade of human society is far more complicated than the mask. It goes far beyond the skin. The faces they put on in public are not only for the people around them, it’s also to convince themselves that they’re worthy of being alive. They convince themselves that the crimes them have committed are redeemable. These are the people I steal from. These are the people I push off their thrones.

Human beings are strange things. They put their faith in things like houses and weapons instead of each other. They believe they can keep themselves safe. I use this. I choose the people who don’t trust anyone. Not even the people they live with. I choose them because they are easy to scare. All I have to do is bring up reminders of their past sins. A certain word whispered through the house, a single object placed in various spots that seem out of place, it all gets the job done. The people always leave and I always take over. Once I move out, new people move in. These new people are often young, desperate enough to buy a haunted house. They usually don’t have such horrible pasts but, those mistakes will come soon enough. Then someone like me will take over. It’s a never ending loop, a symbiotic relationship. I get rid of people who have no place in society, they give me a place to live.

For now, I will live in the house with the oak doors and old smell. For now, I will watch the world go by as I stay warm and safe. For now, they will be on the street, surviving the real world. I took over.

I hope you liked that. Anyway, comment below what you think and I’ll see you tomorrow!



Day Seven~ 10 Day Challenge~

So the challenge today is to create a character off someone you know. I was way too excited about this. 🙂 SO let’s get started!!  


My Character: ((SO I realize none of you will really know this person but you should still read it and tell me what ya think.))

My name is Olivia Hampton. I believe in fact. Not faith. That’s the first thing you should know, I don’t control anything and neither does anyone else. We’re all mistakes. A spontaneous combustions of chemistry. I know a lot of people agree with me. And others don’t but that’s fine. People can believe what they want to believe. I don’t want to steps on their toes or push their buttons. Except. Except when it comes to politics. I get heated about that. Some people just nominate complete idiots. Honestly. What are they thinking?! Sorry, I promised myself I wouldn’t do this. I promised not to rant. I have trouble with that. There’s not much to know about me really. I’m no one interesting. No one special. But with a face to remember.

I did it! Yay! Sorry that was short, I know, but I’m about to fall asleep… And still have homework to… ((Just might save that for the weekend…)) SO have a good night and I’m sorry if that was late! 

Day Six~ 10 Day Challenge~

Hai! I’m kind of excited for today’s post so let’s get started. I’m really enjoying this to be honest. Maybe I’ll extend to 20 days…. We’ll see. Today’s challenge is to write a “blurb” of a book/story I’m working on. 

What I did with it:

Two people. Same accusations. Same verdicts. Same punishments. Same experiments. Different reactions. What happens when you lose two years of your life? What happens when you stay in one room with no light for two years? That’s what the government needs to know. And the have found their lab rats. Ellis, a girl with the perfect optimistic personality. Phoenix, the perfect person to see reality. But something goes wrong. They escape. And suddenly their not alone. Ellis and Phoenix join a gang of misfit teens, to hide. But when everything goes wrong and people get hurt. Ellis and Phoenix must figure out their place in their world, for better or worse. 

That’s basically it. I’m really excited on how it’s turning out and I’m hoping to publish it sometime next year. See you tomorrow! 

Day Four~ 10 day Challenge


Grandma, it’s me,


You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to start a post like that… That movie is so good. If you haven’t seen Anastasia, I recommend it 100%. Well, it’s late here. And I’m trying to think of a good narrative for today. While we’re thinking let’s thank the Lord that we made it to day four right? I pushed through all my bio assignments to write this, it was a rough journey. But anything you make you guys happy. 😉 Let’s get started hm? 

You walk slowly through the house. How strange it is to be the only one awake. It may happen every night but you’re always surprised how quiet it can be. How a single sound rings throughout the house. How any light is bright and harsh on the eyes. How you’re afraid if your dog won’t recognize you in the dark. You can barely make out a conversation from the house next door. As you fumble down the stairs, you’re careful not to turn on the light. Light would ruin the magic. Light would scare away the gentle night. Light would make your eyes water and squint as the shadows retreat into the corners. You try to prefect your quiet stepping, you try to lighten yourself as you ease yourself onto a step. You hope your parents don’t awake. That they don’t think your an intruder. You open the fridge quietly, reaching in and grabbing an apple. A red one. Doesn’t matter which one. As long as it’s red. You walk back through your kingdom of darkness, glancing at the neighbors house through your window. The moon is just above it, the soft light framing the house. You wish you had a decent camera to snap a picture. But apple phones don’t cut it so you mentally save it. Then you sit down at your desk and start to write your next blog post.

Yay! Hopefully you like that, it was honestly extremely fun to write. I’m a night owl, I don’t sleep very much so this felt natural to write. I love the night, if only every one was awake during the night instead of the day… Comment below what you think. See you tomorrow! 

Day Three~

Hullo my dear Hobbits! Yea so I was supposed to write a fan fiction today ANNDDD I have no ideas for fan fiction. Great. I usually have trillion ideas but today, when I actually need them. They’re gone. Poof. Disappeared. 


So I changed it. Yay! ((If you have any fan fiction ideas, tell me. I will write them and post them here.)) But never fear! Under dog is here! Haha no, I found a different idea. Well, actually my mom did, thank you mom! 


So what the prompt is, is 

Write a story that’s at least three sentences. Now put you last sentence first,  your first sentence second, etc. Until you’ve reversed the story. Make and tweaks needed like tense or transitional phrases. 

I thought it was pretty cool so I’m gonna give it a try. 

First story:

My mind whispered shadows in my heart, making me doubt myself. A friend pulled me through, helping me scare the shadows away. I helped him dull the sun light that was burning him, we helped each other.

Second Story:

A friend pulled me through, helping me scare the shadows away. I helped him dull the sun light that was burning him, we helped each other. My mind whispered shadows in my heart, making me doubt myself.

Third Story:

I helped him dull the sun light that was burning him, we helped each other. My mind whispered shadows in my heart, making me doubt myself.  A friend pulled me through, helping me scare the shadows away.

Tada! I dunno, I found it fun. I hope you liked it! Comment below which one you like the most, I’d love to hear what you think! Also, if you have any fan fiction you don’t have time to write or don’t want to write, comment below and maybe I can write it! See you tomorrow! 

Day Two~ 10 Day Challenge

Hey again! Day Two! So for this one, I’m supposed to write off my favorite character that I’ve created.

Well. Let’s get started. *cue evil laugh* I love all my characters… But a few hold a special place in my heart.

Name: Kace Carter
Nickname:  None really.
Age: 21 years old
Gender: male
Job: Is an insanely good hacker. He’s the one that starts the Whispering Stars
Social Status: Has gone underground with the Whispering Stars because his sister was accused of murdering  her parents.
Appearance: lentes_oliver_peoples__880514070_900x664

((Yea… My obsession of Spiderman leaked into my writing.))
Stance/Walking Pace: Is usually thinking while he walks so he stops in the middle of a room to figure things out.
Personality: Is probably the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet. He’s not a door mat though. He’ll defend what he thinks is right and will protect anyone he’s close to.
Impressions: Most people think of him a little strange, he doesn’t fit in except with the Whispering Stars. He often stops in the middle of a sentence because he figures things out when he’s talking.
Hobbies/favorite pastimes: He loves motorcycles and coke. Otherwise he spends most of is time hacking things.
Goals: To find his sister, when he does that, it’s to get her memory back again.
Strengths: Hacking
Weaknesses: Sometimes he blows his cover when he zones out to think about any problems.
Family Living/Dead:
Dead: His parents.
Living: His sister, Ellis
People Relations:
Him and Camo are really close but not anything romantic at the moment.
Important Past Moments:
When he sister was taken for the experiment.


So that’s my favorite character right now. Until tomorrow, good bye all my fellow waffles!