A SONG

I mentioned how the beast in the closet gave me a gash that reached over three inches in length on my inner elbow yesterday. Well it is still bleeding. sooooooo......

Tomato juice
      Tomatos juice
I am pouring tomato juice
on my wound
on my blood
making it look really bad.
 ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Toooooooommmatttoooooooooo
juuuuuiiiiccceeeeeee

You Are All Welcome

Today I was finally promoted to the rank of warrior princess. Several tasked needed to be completed before I got this special promotion. The first task was to use tools an finally assemble my bed. This task was the easiest because it required me to look within myself and find strength- which is much easier than facing a foe. This task was completed quickly and I was left to face my second task- the monster in the closet. This monster is the fiercest one I have ever heard of - the monster that lives in my closet. I lured it out and wrestled it down the stair. This battle left me with a burning injury - a slash inside my elbow exceeding three inches in length. The third task was to kill a spider that crawled onto my dinner.

You should feel safer now that I am the reigning warrior princess. You are welcome.

hope your day was just as eventful!

The snake

The year changes and it is time for luck to change. Fate might of had to be rewritten, but finally the stars align. Life is like clockwork with tired eyes and hiding on spinny chairs. It might take take time and dizzying mazes, still life works out.

Life.

I lost my E-reader, which might not sound like a huge problem, but after staring at my bookshelf for over forty minutes I realized what I wanted to read was on the E-reader. Almost all my books are, because i can get a book within a minute instead of having to go out and buy one. Yet when I lose it- and I always do- I have nothing to read. I tried to explain my problem to the man waiting for the bus but he only responded with that's life.

I wanted to argue that's not life, but he left on his bus. Life is no one moving when the light turns green, empty water bottles littering the bedroom floor, and eating dry cereal - not because you dont feel like cooking but for the joy of the cereal itself. I thought all this to myself as I walked home. I wanted to tell someone- anyone- and I passed people on the street, but I wasn't sure they were real. So I kept my mouth shut and hummed a merry song because I thought it would make them upset.

Anyways...

So I went MIA again... I know. I know. But as this blog is my brain I can do what I want and I went MIA from me for a while. I blame my job at a place I can only call McMeaty. But I'm back with applications almost in at schools and thoughts in my head. So maybe you will be hearing from me in the near future.

Love you, my little mirrorites.

ME

Whiskers

This is what I want to be when I grow up!

Spiders

He had a nest of spiders living in his bathroom. I say nest, but it was really just three spiders who each had their own web. The spiders were black, brown, and white and each had a different part of the bathroom. He never could see them, but he didn't look. He never looked. Even if he did look, he wore glasses. They prevented him from seeing anything other than his toothbrush, which was the only reason he every entered the bathroom. I made him promise that he wouldn't kill the spiders if he ever saw them, he told me to go to sleep. I responded by telling him that we swallow spiders in our sleep.

Fancy Photo

Look what I made! Isn't it a Fancy?

Rant

You know what I hate? I hate when you turn around and see someone you hate. It is even worse if that someone hates you then It is all glare and return glare. I can no longer focus. The background melts into hate and my body burns. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. But I am going to pretend that I don't see you. I don't want to deal with my hatred right now.

I made you a picture of this situation. Be impressed with both my effort and my talent.

Eloping

I think everyone should elope at least once in their lives. Twice if at all possible. It is a game that everyone loves to play.

here are the rules

1) see a stranger
2) go up to the stranger
3) say hello
4) ask if the stranger is free
5) if the stranger is free ask the stranger to elope with you.
6) go elope

and that is how it is done!

Soooo

No fire today. Although I have enough written to keep you all entertained for a while. I don't feel like typing it up. Plus I graduate today, so I can do whatever I want. :P

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!

Broken Glass

Broken glass covered the floor. We tried to sweep it up but we didn't make much of an effort. I say we, but I really mean he. He swept the glass into a pile, leaving pieces scattered about. He was doing everything to keep me together. I found this funny because he was broken too. He just knew how to hide it. I was just so broken I couldn't hide the cracks. Still I hadn't fallen apart, like the glass bowl that litters our floor. I say our, like I own it too. But I don't. He owns it. I stay here. Much like the sofa that I pretend is my bed. I own nothing. What I do own is my life, yet no one really trust me with it. I own it much like a child owns a cat. At the end of the day someone else is still making sure it is feed. Sad. The bowl broke without warning. Just sitting firmly, flatly on the counter. It crashed. No one touched it. Maybe we all brake without warning.

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.

Click here for Part One

A letter to my paper

You are white piece of paper, white and so very lacking of knowledge. I am full of knowledge and idea but I cannot be white. Once you learn you lose that innocence. I ate but I am hungry. I am always hungriest when I eat. I am never hungry when I don’t eat. I always thought it would be the reverse.  I want to give you an idea and turn you into something resembling myself. But my mind goes blank and pretends to be something that isn’t tainted with thoughts, something resembling you.  I guess I cannot bring my self to taint you.

Things I Miss

I miss the sun that shines in the South while I sit here freezing in the rain. At least it is not snowing anymore. I miss seeing friends and having conversations with someone other then the television. The characters don't always respond they way they should. I miss having a family and dinners that did not consist entirely of potatoes. I miss sleep. I miss being single some days. I miss having a home.

Tired

My eyes are heavy. It seems like I am always tired. I should have done my work yesterday, but I spent the day in bed crying. Friday I did the same. I think I got sick in the study, but that could have been a dream. My belongings live on the chair, he keeps saying that I need to clean them up but they have nowhere to go. I think we both no that cleaning them up means I have to move them out. Something that neither of us want to talk about. But our time is running out. I cried all last night. He licked my face.

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.

Blue

I bought new underwear so I didn't have to laundry and I stopped wearing socks because I dont have any. I cried more that week then any other week. Not because of my lack of laundry but in an addition to it. I would have to thank him for putting up with me and for always putting up with me. I cried half the night because I had to. Crying makes people feel better. Yet it made me cry even more because I was a nuisance keeping everyone up. I hardly notice the sirens from the cop cars. They drive by so often.