Princess

I think this story should have a princess. Not only this story, but in every story. Just so you know it is fiction and takes place in a different world than this one. Our reality has no princesses. Princesses belong to better worlds than this one. Worlds that include time traveling, and space traveling, and most importantly plumbers. I think this story should have a princess in it. 

Books

Did you know that I have two works of creative writing in book form?

No?

Then you haven't read the about me page.

The first book is called Living Nightmares and Nonsense Dream. It is a collection of short stories and silly writings.

My second book is called Murder for Children. It is a short book about a murder and the detective solving it written with short world so that even those learning to read can enjoy this death, plus it comes with 12 photos! Hurray!

Fire (Part 2)

I couldn’t breathe my throat was dry. I looked to my nightstand I have learned recently to always keep a glass of water there. I have gotten used to keeping a glass of water nearby for the dry throats I have been waking up with. The nightstand was completely empty. My books and lamp were gone and most importantly my water was gone. I started panicking. I couldn’t breathe. I darted to my door. It was sealed shut. I slammed myself against the door. If I didn’t get water I would die. I could feel death tapping on my shoulder.

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Fire (Part 1)

The fire was in my hand and I needed to save it. I had to save it. Or the world end. My world at least. But I my world was already ending. I just had to save the fire. That was my one task. I tried to escape. Went down an ally.  He caught me.

My eyes flew open. It wasn’t morning yet but I wasn’t going to back to sleep. My body was shaking and my nose was stuffed. I was crying. I didn’t know how long I was having the dream but fire was consuming me. I was dreaming of fire every night: fire burning random objects, fire burning me, me smuggling fire out of this place. I was always stopped. He always stopped me. Then I woke up.

Skeletons

The crazy thing about skeletons is that you never know who is a skeleton and who has a skeleton. It used to be easy. Skeletons has skin and people did not. Pardon me. I mean People had skin and skeletons didn't. However people had skeleton under their skin. Things got confusing when skeletons starting to wear skin. At first this wasn't a problem because of the obvious silver zipper. However, as time passed the silver zipper was less and less obvious until one couldn't even see it. The problem about skeletons is you never know who is and who is not.

Fear and Squirrels

Once upon a time, I was a child and lived in the middle of the woods, outside a fantasy city called Philadelphia. I ran around cutting down tree branches trying to make a trail in the woods, all the while picking up ticks. A short hike led to a actually revolutionary war cabin. I know that the revolutionary war was like 2000 years ago and the cabin is only still standing because it is protected by magic fairies. After all of my adventures I would take a shower and bed sent to bed, because even as a child I never slept. I am the energizer bunny in human form.

One day I returned from the woods after chasing after a rabbit and was told to take a shower. I turned on the water and instantly was revolted by the smell. It smelled like burned rotten stuff. It was the grosses thing I have ever smelled in my short little life.  Even today in my slightly longer little life that has survived college, I will still say that that smell from the shower that day is the worse smell I have EVER smelled.

I ran to my mother

"I am not getting in there," little me said.

"You have to get clean," my mother replied not fully understand the smell.

"But it smells like something awful that is smelly," I cried.

"Did you put food down the drain again?" She asked.

(I should explain here that I would go through 24 hour fasting periods because I was afraid I caught worms)

"No! Moooooooooooom. Come." I was full blown crying now looking like the mess I am.

My mother realized that the only she was going to get me to shut up was to follow me to the bathroom. She was instantly taken back by the horrid smell that has now taken over the upstairs hallway. This situation called for backup... She called my dad.

I don't remember this part of the story because I it took place in the basement and I live in fear of cold dark places, so I didn't join in. Instead I sat patiently in the kitchen with the house phone ready to call the police is a murder or monster attacked them. I would know to call because of the screams. Monsters and murders always cause screaming.

Lucky, my parents survived the journey to the basement and brought me back a present. Or what I assumed was a present. My dad took off the lid and revealed a crispy black remains of a squirrel he retrieved from the water heater.

Scary things happen in dark scary places.

How Disney Prepared and Scared Me For Life

When I was little I was taken to the magical world of Disney World. There I got autographs of all the disney characters, rode splash mountain a hundred time, and hunted the entire park for a chocolate covered mickey mouse ice cream bar. It was pure magic to little me.

I was taken to the see the 3D movie Honey, I Shrunk The Audience in one of the parks. During this movie, mice are "released" and run up the audience members legs. That tiny part of the movie is something that affects me to this day. When ever I sit in a chair, I have to have my feet off the floor.

On Wednesday, I was sitting in class and had my feet on the floor for maybe five minutes for the blood to circulate after I was sitting on them for awhile. Suddenly I started to feel something climbing up my leg and I screamed. The class goes silent as a gaze as a red spider flies off my leg.

All my life I thought Disney gave me an irrational fear, turns out that fear is not so irrational.