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Wednesday, October 9, 2013


Sorry I haven't really been around, stuff happens and people forget and what not so I'm just going to leave it at that, because TI be honest I don't know how I could have been so stupid to forget about this for so long.

I know this, though. I only post after my last posts gets commented on, no matter how long it takes. And when it take a long time I get discouraged, and well I forget. But I do this because I don't want to post a million times and then someone comes and only sees the top post. Does that make any sense, what I'm doing?

Okay so this is going to be short, but basically I have been surrounded by so many new obsessions, and I just finished reading House of Hades! So I will soon post a review, both spoiler and non spoiler, but I will mark each one VERY clearly so no need to worry. 

I also recently just watched Inception for the first time and I have a lot to say so watch out for that too. 

That's all I can think of right now to say, so I guess that's it.

Oh and just for fun and to throw it out there, I think I'm bipolar. (; I don't know for sure, but it seems like it, haha. And my dance teacher noticed me being all depressed in class and confronted me about it which was really AWKWARD. Okay random tidbit over, I'm done. Comment please! I want to post more!

Saturday, August 10, 2013

School D:

First of all, I'll just say I failed NaNo again. I've come to the conclusion that I only do well in NaNo when I have school, dance, and rehearsals, because I work well under pressure I think. Haha.

School starts next Tuesday for me. I am dreading it, I don't know why it can't just start later. The elementary and middle schools don't start until the next week! Sigh...curse them. (:

I saw Sea of Monsters last night! It was actually a really good movie, much to my surprise. It didn't follow the book exactly, instead it took the parts and switched them around and stuff and well it didn't turn out too badly. I liked it, I might even watch it again, *gasp*

I also went to Hot Topic recently and got two City of Bones t-shirts. I'll post them up at the end of the post. And yesterday I also painted my own. I'll post that too. I might as well put up the Star Trek one I did earlier this summer. i forgot if I put a picture up or not.

I also dip dyed my hair red but that really isn't very important and I don't know why I'm mentioning it, but oh well. (:

I read The Da Vinci Code which is a really good book! To anyone who hasn't read it, I really recommend that you do. I haven't read Dan Brown's other books yet, but I am planning to do that. I also watched the movie, which was almost as good as the book. Obviously not better, but really really good.

Did I mention I watched A Beautiful Mind recently too? It is loosely based off a true story of John Nash, a mathematician, and trust me, the movie is much much more interesting than it sounds. It was really good I even started obsessing over it if that is possible. I love the soundtrack, it is really pretty. This school year I am going to attempt to listen to it while doing math homework and see if it helps. (;

There is a character in A Beautiful Mind, played by Paul Bettany, who I somehow find really cool all of a sudden. He was also in Da Vinci Code, and I'll admit he was just awesome as Silas in that. My favorite character by far. He is also the voice of Jarvis in the Iron Man movies. He has an awesome voice.

Two more weeks until City of Bones comes out! Have you seen the clips? If you haven't I recommend you going to TMI Source because they have everything. Including, Clary's Theme, the first track of the score that they have released! It is really good. Really, really good.

Anyway, I have decided that I am going to write more because when I used to write a lot which was in seventh and eighth grade, my writing was much better than it is now. I was just rereading what I wrote for Celadon, and comparing it to what I have written recently, and to say the least, I was surprised. So I will write more, and post it on here, and I expect real critique and ways to improve other than the normal "Oh that was cool!" Because I really need some help here.

Hot Top Shirt 1

Hot Topic Shirt 2

City of Bones shirt I painted front

City of Bones shirt back

Star Trek shirt I painted early summer

Well, that's about it. (: Tell me what you think.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Camp NaNo and a House of Hades Theory

Well, NaNo started again two days ago, but i was on vacation, so now I'm going to have to work a lot harder to catch up and get ahead like I usually do. In case anyone's wondering, I'm writing a story about Solomon's life, the dude who the last snippet was about. He's probably my favorite character out of all of the ones I've ever created, because he isn't a good or bad character.

Recently, over the last week, I reread everything Percy Jackson, both series, up to Mark of Athena, and once again, I am obsessed with it all and cannot stop thinking about it. Have I ever mentioned that I love Nico? He is the best character in the whole thing, in my opinion.

Spoilers, if you haven't read Mark of Athena:

One line at the end of the book in Leo's point of view, got my attention. He said, and I don't remember the exact wording, but basically, for the Doors to be closed on both sides, someone would have to stay there, trapped forever. So I got thinking. Hm...who might that be?

For one, I think it will be at least one of the eight of them, but not Percy or Annabeth, because it was mentioned that Percy would have to not be too loyal to his friends otherwise the whole thing will go sideways. Which means, one of his friends will be sacrificed.

The House of Hades first chapter, which was released at the end of The Son of Sobek, was in Hazel's point of view. She hinted at something, she said that Nico had told her they would have a much more difficult challenge as children of Hades/Pluto whatever. I wonder what that could be? Maybe they have to be the main ones closing the door. Maybe she has to be the one on the other side.

But wait! That can't be right, because she is one of the seven, so she can't die like that. None of them can, they have to at least last that book so they can be in the last one. So who isn't part of the seven? Hm...I wonder. Maybe Nico?

I hate to come to that conclusion, because I love Nico, but it makes sense. Also, when they rescued him, Percy said that he thought something had broken inside of Nico that he didn't think would ever be fixed again. In my experience, I've found that authors always have that before they kill the character.

Rick Riordan tweeted a while ago, as a joke: I've already killed Leo and Nico LOL. (wording not exact, from memory). Of course, it was a joke, but at least for me, when I'm writing, all fo my jokes about killing people come from somewhere. Maybe Leo was a joke, because he knows how much we love him and Nico. But could have been true.....

Everything points to Nico getting trapped in Tartarus, again. It's the exact twist I would think up if I were writing the story, but then again, I don't think Rick Riordan is that cruel, is he? I really can't imagine him killing Nico like that, if at all. If he really does, then I will hunt him down and kill him - but only after the last book is released because first I need to find out what happens. Anyone with me?

Sunday, June 16, 2013

A Snippet of a Backstory of a Side Character in My Story

I have a character in my story named Solomon. He is a side character. He is a good guy. He was not always a good guy. Oh, and he is immortal. This is a snippet of when he was twenty-one, and not a few million years old.

"I choose you."

The girl backed away from him, trembling and looking around. She couldn't have been older than six, but her silky straight black hair reached her waist and she seemed to be devoid of the chubbiness that came with children her age.

"I decline," she answered, her voice trembling, still backing up while Solomon stepped forward.

He cursed. Now that she had said the formal words, it wouldn't be as easy to kill her. "Well I guess that's too bad then."

Before she could reply, she had backed into a wall and Solomon had sent the first wave of unbearable pain out. She fell to the ground, screaming that high pitched silly scream of young children. Solomon grinned and knelt down next to her and put his hand over her heart to suck out the magic she had.

He had taken everything but a tiny wisp when a woman's scream sounded behind him. "That is my daughter!" she yelled. Solomon turned to face her and noticed she had her husband with her. Both looked extremely angry. Of course they would be. Stealing magic was illegal and the girl hadn't even accepted the duel. Now he was killing her.

"Oh, how unfortunate," he taunted. His victory was short-lived because then an explosion threw him back away from the girl. Solomon rolled on the ground then crouched, facing the parents, a low growl beginning in his throat. He quickly built up his defenses around himself, multiple layers of shield that would prevent any lesser magic than his own from harming him. Then he grinned again. "I already took enough. You dear girl will not live for the next ten minutes."

He could feel their magic attacking him but being blocked and laughed. He was about to taunt them more when the couple suddenly intertwined their hands and shot magic at him.

It cut through his shields perfectly. Solomon howled in pain as their attacks kept coming. He couldn't move or defend himself, just shouting and writhing on the ground. The pain was incredible. He was hardly aware of the woman placing her hand on his chest to take the magic back.

Then suddenly the pain fell away. He rolled on to his stomach to prevent them from taking the magic, but they pulled him back. He couldn't do anything, just breathing hard and moaning.

"Are you going to kill me? Solomon whispered, looking up at the woman who was drawing the magic out.

She looked uncertain, but didn't break contact from his eyes. "No," she said finally. "I am just taking back what you stole."

He could feel half of the magic he had taken slipping away. Gathering his strength, he threw up more defenses, pushing the woman away. "That's enough," he breathed.

The woman shrugged. "I will fight with you if I must, and you are already too weak to hold your own." It was true, he knew, but he would never just allow someone to take it from him. He stared back at her relentlessly.

Again, the extreme pain. He screamed and tried to twist away from her, but this time she did not remove the pain while pulling out the magic. It was only when the last sliver of what he had taken from the girl remained, that she stopped both.

His hearing was fuzzy but he could barely make out what they were saying.

"We have to turn him in," the man grunted. His face when he looked at Solomon was pure hatred.

"Yes, but...I don't want to."

"He tried to kill her! He would have succeeded! This is illegal."

His wife did not reply, just looked down at Solomon, where he was too weak to move. "It hurts more when we force it out of you. Give us the remaining and you will be in less pain. If you do, I won't turn you in."

It was a good deal, for if he were turned in, much more worse things would be done to him. But his pride would not allow it. Instead of giving in, he sent out his own attack toward her, making her yelp and move away, but immediately then man had bound him down and sent his own burst of pain, worse than the previous. Solomon moaned and breathed hard, trying to blink the vision back in his eyes.

"He is too dangerous," the man told his wife.

She shook her head and put her hand on Solomon's heart again. "Last chance. If you do not comply, you will find yourself within the wrath of others who will not be so forgiving. Give me the magic."

This time Solomon acquiesced and allowed her to pull it out without fighting. Immediately after, the bonds on him were released, but he did not move, still too weak and in pain from before. He watched the girl's parents feed the magic back into her body, then pick her up. While the father walked away, the woman came back to him and lifted Solomon off of the ground. "You'll want to leave before you get caught."

He managed to nod, but barely. He was leaning on her, using her as support.

"It isn't too late to stop," she added. "I can tell you've been dueling for only a year. You can stop, be a sane person. No one will ever need to know." Then the woman disappeared. Before Solomon could crash to the ground, he pictured his home and transported himself there, then crawled onto the makeshift bed he had made for himself in a hidden alleyway before finally collapsing.

So yeah. I wrote that in bed first thing in the morning when I woke up on my phone. What do you guys think?

Monday, June 10, 2013

Star Trek: Into Darkness Review

First off, I'll just mention that the banner is a picture of the Enterprise, from Star Trek. And second, I'll just tell you that my new obsession is Star Trek.

Third, I'll be posting a review of the movie that got me obsessed in the first place. Into Darkness!

My rating: **********

It was a really, really good movie. A lot of people when they hear Star Trek, think, bleh, whatever. And maybe the old ones will make you feel like that. But this movie, and the Star Trek that came out in 2009, while they may not be quite like the originals, they were amazing, and in my opinion, much better.

For one, they had better effects, obviously. Better storyline, better character development, and better acting. Whereas the old ones were all about talking and figuring things out more, the new ones had a lot more action and they really kept you on your toes. But it didn't have too much action, which was one problem I found with Iron Man 3 when I watched it earlier.

And then the characters. Kirk, played by Chris Pine. Always rash, stubborn, and reckless, but still managing to figure it out in the end. It was so realistic. And then Spock, played by Zachary Quinto. It's impossible to describe him, stoic, I guess would work, but he is perfect, and his and Kirk's relationship, it's amazing. Perfect character, there. There is this one part, in the beginning, where Kirk tells Spock that he will miss him, and Spock opens his mouth to reply, but then doesn't quit understand how to reply when he has no emotion, so he just tilts his head and looks at him. That was an amazing scene, even though it was little.

Basically, out of all the movies I've ever seen in my life, these two would make the top five, if not the top two, because they have the perfect mix of everything, including amazing effects.

And then news about the showcase, which were two shows yesterday. It went well! All shows end up worse than dress rehearsals, but it was still good. For our ballet dance, the first time for the bow I was on my left leg, which I remember to be the correct one, and the people on either side of my had the right leg. So for the second show I did the right leg, but everyone else had the left leg! That makes me sad. In our contemporary dance, we all start attacking this one girl and trying to grab her and then the music stops so we all freeze, and we do that hanging out into the audience. Seeing their expressions was priceless.

In all, I had an awesome time performing yesterday, and I wish it hadn't ended yet!

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Summer Vacation and Random Happenings

First off, it has been over a month, for which I feel horrible. I really do. But my last day of school the 23rd of May so now I'm basically free no more false promises because I have nothing to do over the summer so I will possibly even post multiple times a day out of boredom or something. I mean this blog isn't a place for when I am bored, but my point is, I will definitely be here a lot more.

Obviously, I changed the look around here. Not as interesting, but I figured if I was going to start this over in a way that I would definitely be here, then it needed a new look for that. What do you guys think?

I changed the banner too. If anyone can tell me what that is, and what it is from, then I will be your best friend for all of eternity, because that is my new obsession and I love it so much. Enough that I may even write a fan fiction for it. Camp NaNoWriMo is in July and I am in no state to start a new story, considering I haven't even finished my old one, so I probably will be doing a fan fiction for it. Does anyone have ideas for fan fiction?

My brother's birthday party was on the 2nd of June. He turned 7. For his party we got a Star Wars jumpy house! I invited one of my friends and we went and jumped in there once all of the first graders were gone. Then we deflated and inflated it three times while we were in it, which I promise you, is the most fun I've had in ages. I think my brother's seventh birthday party was the best birthday I've ever had. Now I want one. Would anyone disapprove of my getting a bouncy house for my sixteenth birthday this next January?

In other news, this Sunday, June 9th, is my dance school's annual showcase. Yay! We've been preparing for it since February or March and well I'm excited to perform! Really excited. (:

Movie and books reviews coming up soon. (:

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

It's Never Us

This is probably a topic that most are bored of, that most don't want to hear about anymore. But I can't ignore this. Early this morning, before leaving for school, I was informed of the Boston Marathon bombing. After arriving at home again, I decided to look it up, do some research myself instead of just asking people what happened.

I'm sure everyone will agree with me when I say this: This is a sad event that has taken place, and my prayers go to everyone who has a connection to the area and has been affected.

Does that apply to myself? Or anyone else? In a way, this has affected all of us. Our thoughts are more solemn, less free. But while we mourn for those lost, others rejoice in the death and injuries that come. After the Connecticut shooting, there were many more school shootings because they had been inspired by Adam Lanza. What guarantee do we have that this will not happen elsewhere, now that it has begun? There was another bombing yesterday after three at the JFK library. I could not find out whether they were connected to each other while searching this all up.

In that sense, this bombing has affected us. We are more afraid, more wary of being hurt. We worry for those who surround us, and hesitate about small decisions, simple ones that could end your life or sever you a limb just like this one bombing. But that isn't all.

What about the place itself, the horror of it all? One of my relatives happened to be going there, but was saved due to the fact she had gotten late in leaving. I used to live in Massachusetts. No one I had known there is hurt, but still, I find myself unable to get past the fact that there could have been. There might have been someone I knew. I don't take interest in marathons or any sport of that sort, but what are the chances that I could have been there, had my dad's job not forced us to move 3000 miles away?

And that brings me to the main focus of my post. I've lived a safe life, and I'm sure many that I know can agree with me in that we have all lived in a bubble of security. But that bubble is slowly stretching and growing weaker, and soon it will pop. Many never had that bubble, and for many it has disappeared long before. But whenever we hear about these events, we get disgusted by the people responsible, and feel sorry for those affected, but that's all. I understand there really is nothing we can do about it, and I'm not suggesting to stay in low spirits for a long time because of something you are not concerned with, but we always just carry on with our lives and leave it at that. A moment of silence. Is that all?

I know that for many what I am about to say next isn't true, that people have indeed suffered serious losses through events like these. But for most of us, we hear about this and feel relieved, it wasn't us. We weren't affected. But so many are, I feel that it isn't even a question of if we will ever be in their position anymore, but when. And when we do, people feel shower us with pity for a few minutes, and that will be all. But it has never been us. It's never us. We will be safe. Even when thinking about it logically, we have that strange little feeling lingering around, saying that we will never be there.

And so despite this all, the best I can do for those affected by the Boston Marathon incident is feel sorry for them, and send them my prayers. My heart goes to all who are affected, and if anyone who is reads this, then know that I really, honestly, and truly, feel for you.

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Just News

Yeah, not much interesting. But while I've been on the topic of a message board for so long, I should probably mention one of the reasons I haven't gotten around to making it yet - which I will, I promise! But a girl who I met one day and became great friends with then never spoke to again, sent me a link to a message board she had created. It's really cool, and I'm trying to help her get it going, so here's a little shout out. Join Prisoner of Reality, it's a really cool message board for people who like books! I'm there quite often actually, and when I make our message board then I might go and affiliate with them, (whatever that does but it sounds cool (; haha) and then it would be polite if you were part of theirs also, too, right? It might help!

Okay, that was my first news. Second is that Camp NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow! So I'll warn you that I'll be a bit slower on here, but I will also update my word count and let you all know how I am doing. Is anyone else doing it? I would love to be in a cabin with all of you!

Another thing - not very important. Some of you know how obsessed with Les Miserables I am. I've been begging my parents to get it for the longest time, but I doubted it would actually happen. Then yesterday they  told me I had to finish all my cleaning and work and then I would get a surprise! I also wasn't allowed to touch any electronics or books until I did so, so it wasn't as much of a reward as a getting ungrounded chore. Which is why I wasn't online yesterday, by the way. Anyway, I did my work and guess what! I got Les Mis! I watched it yesterday, and it was as good as it was the first time, if not better, now that I knew what was going on.

The Cbox is gone.

In other news, my spring break started on Friday. I like to think it was well earned, but if I'm honest with myself, I know that I don't do any work ever. Haha!

Lastly, I want to thank all of you who have been commenting on my posts! You have no idea how happy that makes me.

Let's make a topic for discussion. What are your Easter plans or break plans or plans in general? Sound off in the comments. Please?

Happy Easter!

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Clockwork Princess Review (no spoilers)

Looks like my Maze Runner review is going to have to wait just a little longer. Oh well.

And my excuse for not posting for so long, is once again, too busy.

So I finished reading Clockwork Princess about half an hour ago. And I feel so overwhelmed and I want to talk about it so badly - but I can't. Because no one I know has finished reading it yet. And I won't give out spoilers, no longer do I do that. So this review will be spoiler free. Maybe later I'll put up one with spoilers, when I can rant my heart out. For now I'll have to settle with drowning in my own tears in the safety of my room where no one can see me.

For those of you that don't know, Clockwork Princess is the third and final book of The Infernal Devices trilogy, by Cassandra Clare. Her books talk about the world of shadowhunters, a group of people with special abilities that hunt down demons and kill them before they cause trouble.

This series focused on the life of a girl named Tessa, who is unlike anyone ever seen before, in the mater of what is in her blood, and her, ah, power.

The entire series had been leading up to something, the tension increasing with each book. But the last thing I was expecting was the intensity in which it actually happened. So far it has been mostly action and humor, mixed with a tinge of sadness, but there was this feeling while reading the whole book, that made you sad and tense the entire time, and felt little relief at the humor hidden in the lines. It is difficult to describe the feeling. I think that Tessa does it best, with one of her own quotes from this very book itself.

"“You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.”"

Yes, Tessa. I definitely know that feeling. I had it while I was reading this. The whole time.

I rate this book: ***** (out of five). I know, I am a bit generous, but it had me turning the pages, sneaking it in class. Today I was seen by four teachers reading it, two of which got upset and told me to put it away. My English teacher didn't really care, he lets me get away with everything, and in art we got pretty much a free period today. If my French teacher had caught me...*shudders* I don't think you would ever hear from me again.

Anyway. To those of you who know what I am talking about.

The Consul is having issues with Charlotte, for who knows why. Well I sort of do know why, but as if I'm going to tell you. (; the love triangle between Tessa, Will, and Jem continues on powerfully, and Will tries his hardest to hide his feelings to make sure Jem will never find out, or become unhappy. Meanwhile, Jem is getting, much, much worse and his chances of survival are lower than they have ever been.

I liked this book because of, like I already mentioned, the mood it put you in. You can't tear yourself away from it, but you can't stand reading it either, and you end up feeling as if you were about to cry, and would had there been tears in your eyes, It feels like you've already cried it all out, even though you haven't, and have no more tears left in you.

There was a lot of character development, and a lot of insight into everyone's mind, including those who didn't have anything in their point of view. You could see their feelings so clearly, so raw and exposed, and vulnerable. You can see how Jem's health affects Will, and find yourself hoping that no matter what, whether you are on team Will or team Jem, that you find yourself hoping against all odds that Jem will live.

And that epilogue! I was eating out at a restaurant while reading that, no doubt being a bore to my family, but what could I do? I finished the book there, and although my parents couldn't care less about what goes on the silly fantasy books I read, I had to tell them everything cause I needed to get it out. When I was reading that epilogue...well you'll know when you read it.

Hmph. I had had a lot of thoughts on this review before, but now I can't seem to find any. If I think of anything more, I'll comment it.

But basically, in all, I LOVED Clockwork Princess, and encourage you all to read Cassandra Clare's books, starting with The Mortal Instruments and then moving on to The Infernal Devices. And if you have read The Mortal Instruments, then read The Infernal Devices, and vice versa. Aaand, if you've read it all but not Clockwork Princess yet, then I assure you, this book was simply amazing.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013


I am not sure why I am even doing this. Why I am posting about this, why I am posting at all. Why do I have a blog? Usually it's meant for people to come and see, read, and comment, or even criticize or completely insult my writing and say I have no talent whatsoever. That's all very nice, but usually it only works when people come and look at it.

My last post has been up for a week. I put an actual meaningful post up, and no one cares. I would be surprised if anyone even bothers to look at this one. I even included some art in my last one, if you could call that art, but not a single person cares. The last time I put up one of my drawings, which was ten times worse than this one, I received so many compliments. This time, not even a single person said a word, not even a bad one.

This all comes down to I am disappointed and disheartened. Why do I have a blog anyway? I'm tempted to take it down. Actually, seriously, considering it. I write for other people to read, if it were for myself, then it wouldn't even be a blog. Tell me if you actually want me to keep writing on it.

I'll give one more week for the Cbox, too, tell me if you actually would like it to stick around.

Here's a crazy idea I had. I was helping my mom create a message board for her business last night, when I was hit with the sudden urge to make my own again. Yeah, yeah, I know, why should I make something else that no one would go to when already no one comes here? Well, I was thinking, that instead of it being "my" message board, it could be something for all of us blog owners. It could be a totally writing blog based message board, and we could each have our own forum. And all the blog owners could be admins. We could talk about books, writing, etc! What do you think? I really want to do something like this, and I think it could really help connect with a lot of people too. Opinions?

By the way, I finished The Maze Runner Trilogy and its Prequel, so I'll be putting up a review soon. A spoiler-free review.

Monday, March 4, 2013

There is Always a Catch (Snippet)

Due to the fact that I am trying to promote my new blog, whatever I post on there can only be read by those who actually take the time to go and read.

"I find it ironic how I apologize for disappearing, then reappear again after that after about twice as long. But that isn't really what this post is about. This post is about an observation I made about real life, and observation that could help me with my writing, and possibly yours. *speaks to the imaginary followers and evil minions who read what I say*

Basically, as my title suggests, there is always a catch. You can look at someone whom you wish to be, someone who nearly always has life good. Perhaps they have a lot of friends, a good social life, they are allowed to have fun a lot of the time. But behind that, there is always a catch. Perhaps they keep many secrets, perhaps their parents are too strict. Or maybe, on a more serious note, they are seriously sick. I know someone exactly like that, she has a really good social life, always has a ton of people listening to her, but she is extremely unhealthy, and every few days she has some sort of horrible ache or pain.

That makes me start thinking about everyone else. What is the catch that can ruin them? Just because I'm in a generous mood right now, I'll say my own."

And that's all I'll share with you for now. To read the full post, you can either click here: Hardly Alive or click on it in my blog list down below. Using that, you'll know whenever I post something new.

Oh, and follow me please! I have absolutely no followers, no viewers, and no comment-ers there yet.

I know I said I would post more of the Elnair backstory on Friday, but the entire weekend I was working on an art project. And like literally, I took it with me to dance and worked on it in my five minute breaks. I was working every minute of my days. So I'll post a picture of how it turned out. I think if you click on it, it gets bigger.

So this is a really bad quality picture, and I was editing it during school too, so this isn't the final copy, but very close. It's just missing a few outlines. It looks better in person, but nothing close to good. You know, I've always found it hard to define the word good.

Want to give me your own original definition of "good"?

Oh, and I'm thinking of taking the Cbox down. Opinions?

Monday, February 25, 2013

Interesting Backstories

  I let out a soft chuckle, brushing back the wisps of hair beginning to fall in my eyes. It is, of course, one of the most irritating predicaments, to have ones hair constantly crawling down his forehead, no matter how sticky or dry, and slowly manage to poke its way into his eye and wait there, like a prickly bush that just won't move. "That is a nice joke," I called to the one managing the reins of the horse-driven carriage. "How long did you say we would be again, until we arrive at the lodge where I will be staying tonight?" Journeying along the edge of Moriem's territory, where Achmund reaches the uncharted territories, the days and nights were quiet, and not many people were often to be seen, making it especially difficult to find shelter in times of need. I wondered how the people who lived here managed.
  "Not too much longer, sir," he called back in a quiet voice. "Do you see the water in the distance? That is River -placeholder #1-, and just next to it is a small settlement. The lodge is just on the outskirts of it."
  "-placeholder #2-, how many times have I told you to call me -placeholder #3-? We are just friends here."
  I thought I could see his shoulders shake slightly from suppressed laughter. "Well, sir, we are merely more than acquaintances, and I prefer to keep my business short-lived and formal. Making friends does not do when always on the move."
  "Understood," I replied, understanding what he meant. "And how close are we now to Erom?"
  "Just over the river, that is the borderline actually. You're very close." I nodded, even though he couldn't see me, and gazed outside the window for the rest of the ride.
  Just as we were passing between the houses, I caught a few glimpses of a man beating a boy horribly. The boy could hardly have been eight years old, and it was behind a fence. I assumed the man was his father, and I had no right to step in even if I got the chance. We were just leaving the street when the pair appeared at the back door of their shabby, torn house, and the man twisted his arm so that he had clearly broken it, before throwing the boy down onto the road and kicking him more.
  I opened my mouth to say something, to stop the man, to stop the driver so that I could intercede, but before a sound could escape my throat, the driver's sincere voice came drifting to my ear. "That's how it works here. There is nothing we can do about that. Just stay away from it all, and make sure you don't get caught up in it." And that was the end of it.

But still I couldn't push down the repulsion that invaded my mind. After paying the driver, and finding my room in the lodge, I couldn't help but find out what had happened to the poor boy. I left immediately in the direction I remember the house being. Fortunately, my sense of direction didn't lead me astray, and I found the house. The back door, which was visible and could be accessed from the front, opened up into a wide expanse of dust and desert.
  I didn't know whether to be thankful or horrified that I found the boy so easily. He was right where the man had pushed him down and thrown him in the dirt. The moment I saw his limp body laying there, my first thought was, Is he dead? I rushed toward him for a closer look, after a quick glance to make sure the man wasn't around. The boy was curled on his left side, arm crumpled under him, other arm stretched above his face so that it couldn't be seen. He laid in the tight ball, one of pain. Gently, I lifted his right arm off his face and set him so that his back was pressed against the ground, dirtying his already filthy shirt. He jerked back once I put him like his, his dark green eyes locked on me fearfully. He tried to squirm away from me, but he was weak and injured, and I hardly had to exert any force to hold him down.
  "Wh-who are you?" he stammered, his expression static as he gave up trying to struggle.
  I opened my mouth to tell him my name, then remembered my plans of not letting anyone know who I am. "I'll tell you after you tell me," I replied, unable to contain a small smirk.
  He looked uncertain for a few seconds, then shook his head. "Why would I tell you that?"
  "I want to help you," said I simply, not wanting to reveal anything, but also wanting to show that I meant no harm. He didn't quite believe me, though. He tried to escape from me again, and when failure resulted a second time, he stared at me warily.
  "How can I be sure I can trust you?"
  "You can't. But think about the odds of survival based on your options."
  That seemed to grab his attention more, and the look of fear was just slightly replaced by curiosity and helplessness. "Meaning?" he whispered.
  I hesitated. I had to phrase this right, or it would all have been for nothing. "Well, I'm guessing this house is where you live, am I correct?" When he nodded, I continued. "If you take my help, I could either ensure your survival, or I could turn traitor and kill you, or enslave you. If you don't want my help, and you work things out on your own, then either you will become well off, you will die, or you will have to go back and be tortured more. Correct?"
  The boy opened and close his mouth several times, thinking about what I had said. Finally he nodded, and I asked him which one seemed the better odds. "I guess you would...," he replied reluctantly after thinking it through several times. His brow was scrunched up into a frown.
  "Do you accept it?"
  He nodded. Without a moment to waste, I started to lift him up. When I touched his arm, he flinched and kicked me as hard as he could, and I realized that was the arm that had been broken. Apologizing, I started to pick him up again, using his right arm instead. As I held the arm, his long sleeve feel back off his forearm, revealing black marks branded onto his skin. "You're...a slave!" I exclaimed, staring at it in astonishment, not peeling my eyes off.
 The boy jerked back and tried to cover it up. His eyes were wide and once more fearful as he glared at me. "Are you going to send me back?" he asked, his voice filled with emotion.
  I shook my head and resumed lifting him off the ground as gently as I can, determined not to hurt him anymore, and cradled him against my chest. "No, of course not. Slavery is bad. I didn't know it still existed."
  My answer seemed to satisfy him enough, and he relaxed in my arms, letting his head fall back. "Well it does," he replied sourly, his voice full of malice that I wouldn't have expected from a boy of eight. "Who are you anyway? You never told me."
  I smiled to myself. "My name is -placeholder #3-. And yours?"

So yeah. A little glimpse into Elnair's past. Opinions? Ideas for names that could fit into the placeholders?

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

And Tomorrow Never Came

I made two promises.

1. Tomorrow I will post the rest of what I had started about Azura and Elnair.
2. Tomorrow I will make a post about Les Miserables.

And tomorrow never came.

Life of a procrastinator, huh. Can anyone relate?

Well it wasn't totally procrastination. It also had to do with the minor fact that I am without a computer, and using another's is awkward because none of my information is on it. Not to mention all of the computers in my house are slow, it is just that mine is the worst.

Since I am not in the most creative mood currently, I shall focus on Les Mis today and the story on the tomorrow that will hopefully come.

I went to see Les Miserables with my friend one morning during Christmas break. I had not known it would even be a musical until she told me, about half an hour before the movie. So my expectations slid a bit lower. I don't like musicals. They're silly.

I soon forgot it was a musical after watching it. The songs, the tunes, they all came as words. The moment someone said a sentence not in tune, that was when I realized it had not been like that the entire time,

I had not liked the movie. It was not bad, but it didn't quite make a mark in my brain. Then I went to school, where a lot of people had seen it, and would sing the songs, and listening to the songs made me realize how amazing that movie was.

My favorite character was Javert. He had an amazing voice, and his character wasn't "bad". It was just too good. If you understand what I mean.

Second favorite was Eponine. She impresses me. So this boy you really like keeps talking about this other girl, who you have every reason to dislike, and then right when she is about to be taken care of and taken from your and his lives, what do you do? Oh, you scream and help her escape, and just accept the fact that he doesn't like you. I am impressed.

Favorite songs: Look Down, Stars, Javert's Suicide, Drink With Me, On My Own, One Day More, Do You Hear The People Sing, The Confrontation, I Dreamed a Dream, Master of the House, ABC Cafe/Red and Black, Empty Chairs at Empty Tables  ----- I'm sorry, was that almost everything?

I want to read the book now, but I only have the abridged version so I'm reading that.

For those of you who noticed that very few songs of the movie are actually on the soundtrack, I found someone online who has everything. Literally, everything. So if you're interested, I can send them to you, or give you the Les Mis playlist I made with all 60 songs.

Anyway, discuss with me!

And by the way, I created a wordpress blog: Hardly Alive. Follow me please!

Sunday, February 10, 2013


Yes, yes, I know this is a writing blog, but I have broken that rule many times in the past and am breaking it again now. This post will be about songs, maps, and possibly I will include a writing piece, if something good comes to me.


If I hadn't mentioned before, I am not a very big fan of the Hunger Games. The idea itself isn't very appealing, and I think it could have been written better. And though I'm probably being hypocritical saying this, I think the popularity and attention it received made me dislike it even more. I'm sorry. I can't help it.

I did, however, enjoy the movie. I honestly think the movie is better than the book. So today, while I was listening to my Narnia playlist, I thought suddenly, I never went and listened to the Hunger Games one. So I did that, and I was prepared to give a speech about how it was good, but not very impressive. And the first few tracks did make me believe that even more. Then I listened to, what was it, the fifth one, I think, and it was so intense, and entrancing. Then the next few after that were boring too. But when I listened to Rue's Farewell, I had to listen to it again, and again. Because that second half is so beautiful, and it actually made me sad. I thought that track might be a little melancholy, but I didn't expect it to hit that hard, because I was looking down on the music in the first place. So, I have been proven wrong, listening to the Hunger Games soundtrack was a very good way to spend an hour.

When I finished that, I came across a man playing The Battle, from the Narnia soundtrack on piano. He was very good, but what really struck me was that he played it by ear. Not by sheet music. By ear! That was amazing. And because of that, I will give you the link: The Battle

Did I ever mention that I watched Les Miserables and adore the songs? If I didn't, remind me to talk about that next post. :)


This is my first draft of a map of Moriem. (I don't have the double dots here, unfortunately, and I'm too lazy to go copy paste.) This is really bad quality, I'm sorry about that. I think if you click on it, it gets bigger, but the quality still sucks.

Writing Piece.

Hm...maybe another Azura one? Or an Elnair/Azura. I love that pair. And this is the only girl character that I don't mind writing in the point of. Yay.

  Her small fingers reached out to grasp the flimsy page in the book that rested in her lap and slowly pulled it gently but not too hesitantly to the next page, savoring the last few words on that one, reading it again and again, entranced by the beauty of it. Funny how powerful words can really be, she thought admiringly. Her dark side pulsed angrily in her head, letting his mind drift to less pleasant thoughts, but she forced it back down with all her willpower. I will not feel sorry for myself. I just will not. Lately, her patience had been becoming less and less. She feared that one day, she might finally succumb to the dark mass of anger that swirled inside of her. There were three scars on her inner left forearm to prove that she was not as much in control as she thought she was. While she had done it, it had seemed sensible, but when in a normal state of mind, she couldn't imagine what had gotten into her. Now her largest, most important goal was not to give in to that again. She would not cut herself again.
  Azura was just shaking her head and looking at the first word on the next page when a loud cursing in a familiar voice shook her out of her beautiful fantasy. She glanced out the window she was slouched down next to to see, not surprisingly, her closest friend for over a decade stomping around and trampling the unfortunate dirt. Elnair, as usual, seemed angry and furious about something, obviously put out. Standing up, and smoothing her rumpled skirt down, she leaped about down the hall to greet him at the door, a bright smile on her face, her energy level spiking up. Azura always enjoyed seeing him, even when it meant soothing his injured ego, because he was the only one who actually cared about her. He wasn't a fake friend. He had serious issues, and was a bit narcissistic, but he still managed to bring happiness even when in the darkest of moods, if only as a comedy relief.
  When she opened the door, Elnair stormed in past her and punched the wall angrily before wincing and clutching his injured hand delicately. "That was intelligent," Azura remarked, not bothering to ask what had happened, or to see if he was okay. She held back a smirk when he glared at her, his green eyes sparkling madly, and his dark brown hair ruffled and unkempt, plastered against his damp face. "I hope you will pay from my broken wall," she added, despite the wall being completely fine.
  Azura thought she could see the tiniest crack of a smile threaten to spoil his demeanor, but it was so faint and quick that she might have thought she had imagined it if she hadn't known him better. "You care so much for me," he responded hoarsely, as though he had screamed and shouted plenty before coming. His voice dripped with sarcasm and mockery, and heavy and thick as rich syrup seeping down the trunk of a tree. Azura was certain he had gotten into some fight that didn't end quite as he had wanted.
  "Of course!" She gasped and pulled her hand to hover over her mouth in mock surprise. It wasn't as if that was not true anyway. She did care for him - more than she should. "Well, if you want to keep feeling sorry for yourself, you may stand here and think about how to mend my injured, fragile wall. Or, you could come inside with me to listen to my book summary of the day." Elnair rolled his eyes, but stepped into the common room, and plopped onto a sofa as though he owned the house. Azura bit back a laugh and shut the door before following him in.
  She opened her mouth to start talking, to stall time while she waited for him to start complaining. She would never sincerely ask him what was wrong, because that went against all the unspoken rules of their friendship. Azura acted like she didn't care, and he teased her in return. Of course, during one of his tantrums, like this one, he would never tease her, but most of the time he was a pleasant person to be around. In fact, he was always pleasant, save the few times he got upset, or he was around someone he didn't know. Azura didn't understand why, but whenever Elnair would meet someone new, he would treat them as he would an enemy, unless they proved themselves over and over again to him. She was the one person who hadn't had to go through that ritual. Their friendship was odd, him being eighteen, two years older than her. But he didn't have any other friends, always keeping his guard up so no one would want to be around him.
  "Blood," he interjected before she could even make a sound. Azura sat down and prepared herself for a long, angry rant. "Blood is all they care about. Ancestry, relations, names, blood! It's never about who the person is themselves, or what type of reputation he might have." Azura raised an eyebrow when he stopped, indicating that she was listening. She watched as he stood up, his fingers clenched, his whole body shaking. "You know that we have been without a king or queen for nearly a year now. King Ethan died, Queens Wendy and Aqua were lost, and King Firenze decided he didn't want the pressure of being the only one and left us. Fat lot of help he was. But we have held off for so long. For a year there has been little bloodshed. Now, we are beginning to fight. People want to be king." Azura wasn't entirely sure what any of this had to do with the word blood, but she remained silent and waited for him to finish. "There are many suitable men out there who are powerful or wise enough to be king. Including myself."
  It took a moment for the depth of what he was saying to sink in. "Oh," she said simply, when she finally realized what he meant.

I had so much more planned out, but this is turning out too long. I shall post the rest tomorrow. :) I hope you enjoyed that! And a little information on what I wrote. If you go back and read the summary of a story I'm planning that I posted a few posts ago, then you'll understand this better. But the main thing is that this scene takes place about a year before when the book will. So the only reason I wrote this is because it will never take place during the actual story. I will not write that, no matter what, until the next NaNoWriMo. That's all.

Oh, one more thing. I can't help but be painfully aware of how few views my blog actually gets. So, um, if you could come check more often, or tell people you know about this, then that would be nice.

And about that earring raffle I had done a while ago, I'll get back to that once I find those blasted earrings. My mom says they are somewhere in the jewelry room...if you think you know what a messy room looks like, think again. Maybe I'll put up a picture of that tomorrow.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Charming Tunes

A poem my mom and I wrote a few days ago. Revel in its beauty.

Come sit here, or he will get mad
He has to finish his work, or it will be bad
And then he will be sad
Which will be very, very bad
And then you will not be glad
And he will be a very bad dad
Now can we bring in Chad?
Who will be only in a shirt clad
Cause that will be really, really rad
And then, this will be the latest fad
Oh come on now, don't say "EGAD!"
Because then you'll know you've been had
And you will not be a happy lad
And then you will have to wax yourself with nad
Because of which, you will run out of pads
Don't leave now, won't you listen to me a tad?

Backstory: My six year old brother kept pestering my dad to take him for a shower. But my dad was doing his work, and was starting to get angry that my brother wouldn't be quiet. My mom and I called my brother to sit with us and wait for him. She said something with the words mad and bad in it, so then I added on using another word, and we created a whole poem like this. We then wrote down however much we could remember.

Oh, and this is my 101th post. :)

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Excerpts and Daydreams, Useless Words

  Sometimes I want to be mean. Sometimes I want to give people a little taste of their own medicine. I lay in my bed, cry myself to sleep, and resolve myself to make things right, to stop putting myself down for another's sake. I let people walk all over me like a doormat, because I'm mature enough not to make huge deals out of little things. I wish people would be more mature. No one ever believes I have problems. If only they knew. What they would do,  I thought as I once again held back sobs of depression, clutching my arms around my chest and waiting for my body to stop shaking, for me to calm down enough to talk sense into my biased mind. The window-side bed under me was warm and fluffy, allowing me to sink in and revel in my fit of selfishness for the few minutes I was out of control. 
  Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Soon I was just laying there, staring out of the open window with a thick blanket covering me, the stars of the deep night sky reminding me of my place in the enormous world. My problems were petty compared to others', and they couldn't be seen when placed into the big picture. I meant nothing.
  Nothing. No. I refused to let myself go into that all too familiar torrent of despair again, but yet I couldn't help it. Friends always came to me for advice, poured out their problems and frustrations, while I would comfort them and give them something to look forward to, brighten the mood if I had nothing to say, at least make them feel better. No one deserves to be miserable, it's such a horrid thing to do to someone. People don't realize the harm they can cause without realizing it. But I helped them in their times of need, and suddenly they vanished when I was no longer needed. Sweet friends I have.
  And I was always the quiet one, the one that no one knows exist. The one that sits in the back corner and does all her work, and mingles with only the one person who she becomes close to. I knew I was pretty. I had pretty features, but due to my lay low personality, I was never anything special. Never. And no one ever took me seriously, because I was short. They would mistake me for a small child, treat me like a small child even when they knew how old I was. 
  One would think that family would help, but it only made everything worse. Being yelled at and lectured all the time, never being good enough, always letting them down. Being told how to behave by a sibling nearly a generation younger, always being bossed around no matter what and by who! And not being allowed to make any snide remarks.
  It was enough to drive anyone mad.
  It was enough to let one's eyes slip accidentally to the small blade that hid itself in a drawer.
  It was enough to hold it to one's wrist and quickly slit it, relish in the pain and watch the blood pour out, and feel sorry for yourself.
  I knew I was just becoming an attention seeker. I wanted people to know what they've done to someone who was born without a care in the world. I hated attention seekers, and yet there I was, becoming a hypocrite. Never being part of the group, even among your own friends! Always the third wheel, always the one that gets interrupted in the middle of speaking and forgotten about. I was done. Just done.


Monday, February 4, 2013

Insert Big Words to Make Post Sound Interesting

Don't get me wrong, I'm sure this post is interesting. But you know how when you use a lot of big words, and basically sound like a writer, then somehow it seems like it will be a lot cooler? Which reminds me, I need to practice sounding like a writer. I'm horrible at that.

Oh, alright, alright, I know what you are waiting to hear. I'm sorry. Not that anyone reads this, or that those who do care, but still. I'M SO SORRY. To be honest, I never did a daily writing piece after the last one I posted. But it grew tiresome, and besides, I came up with a story idea. Which, because I feel so guilty, I decided I will share with you. But I will likely take it down after a few days, due to fear of thievery. I know my ideas are hardly worth stealing, nor is my writing, but I would still rather not take the chance. I trust you guys, which is why I'll put it up in the first place.

Okay, so I didn't do a DWP. Hardly worth over a month's absence. I suppose it was a combination of school, dance, homework, lazy fingers, and worst of all, a computer that is so bad that I consider it to be broken. I will use my laptop for half an hour, and it will have frozen on me at least five times already, and by then it will freeze so bad that it will crash. And then it will take a few hours before I can turn it back on. Being an impatient person, I can't work with that. So my parent's computers are just as bad as my own, and besides, I don't want to base my computer hours off of theirs, because they are always using their own. And the keyboard for the one that is free more of the time is a really old one, and you have to press harder on the keys to type, and I hate it so much, I make typos all the time. Plus it freezes. And lags. And I can't keep anything open on that because "it slows other things down." Really? I mean, that is most likely true, but I can't function having to open things up every single time. Especially with computers that slow. It will take ten minutes to check my homework, ten minutes to open up FB, ten minutes for anything, and a few days before I finish writing a single post for here. Unbearable. So basically, I got lazy and stopped coming altogether. Which I deeply regret.

This month, I will try to reach 20 posts. I have never done that so far. But I will this month. Watch me. I think I highest I have gotten is 17 or 18. That's barely writing every other day. Shameful. I will post more, if only for my own sake.

Anyway, let's skip to something worthwhile. My latest story idea. This is the first draft of my idea, so remember, things will not stay this way, it IS BAD.

Desmond, Nathan, and Lacy are three siblings who find themselves in another world, called Morïem, which is in desperate need of help. The land that they find themselves in, Erom, is in total chaos because of the recent disappearance of their four rulers. The eldest, Ethan, a man who held the power over the earth, is dead, his two younger sisters, Wendy and Aqua, who once controlled the wind and the seas, are gone to a place from where they can never return, nor can anyone follow, and the fourth, the youngest brother, Firenze, the one who blazed with fire, is still around but doesn’t want to be seen. In the absence of these once powerful and loved kings and queens, many men are slaughtering and killing each other and innocent people in the hopes of gaining enough power to take command over the ruined land. Now these three children have been brought in amidst battle and war, and they must fix the chaos before even they, too, lose their lives to something they should not have been part of. They tentatively befriend one of the princes fighting, Elnair, who turns out not to be half as horrible and mean as they had thought. With his help, and with the advice and prophecy of a wise man name Solomon, they journey to find the last king, Firenze, for he holds knowledge of the second part of the prophecy, without which they cannot survive.

However, in the midst of chaos, no one has noticed the disappearance of several innocent villagers. Little do they know that an evil sorceress, Jade Darkstone, is the root of all the evil. With her faithful servant, Aries, beside her, she sets out to corrupt the world before finally taking over and crushing them all. She starts by having him murder as many citizens as he can in a short period of time.

While the three children and Elnair are journeying, they get unfortunately separated in the middle of the desert, Nathan and Lacey starving from not having Elnair to guide and take care of them. During that time, Desmond and Elnair come across an oasis, where they meet a girl who allows them to stay while she and her people go looking for Nathan and Lacey. After days of struggling, they are finally reunited, but only just before Aries comes and whisks Nathan, who turns out to be a traitor, away to the “protection” of his liege. Elnair, Desmond, and Lacey continue on to find Firenze and convince him to reveal himself once more and to join them in their fight. It is then that they learn of Jade and realize where the true danger lies. They prepare an army with the help of Elnair’s good childhood friend, Azura, who despite being sweet and helpful, had never thought anything of herself, always letting the littlest things upset her. She is glad to finally be able to do something, and not just sit around and cry herself to sleep. She has also always sort of liked Elnair, but known he had more important things to do.

Soon their army and Jade’s army meet, and Nathan is returned to them,  miserable and in battered shape. Not only is their brother returned, but they realize that Aries is not happy with what he had been doing, Nathan’s imprisonment reminding him how civilized life is and making him wistful. It is also then discovered that when he was a boy, before he had been trained by Jade, he had been as close as a brother to Elnair. Although this new discovery doesn’t ease the relationship between them anymore, it eases Elnair’s heart to realize he still had some sort of a brother, after his own was killed not too long before.

The armies do not end up fighting, but end up retreating to decide what their plan is. And Aries passes useful information to them before leaving with Jade, because he knows he will be instantly killed should he choose to abandon her. Even still, he is reformed.

Erom’s army is joined by a neighboring land’s, Ceradis’s. They had passed through the land while trying to find Firenze, and the two main military leaders, Char and Fawn, had been told of the predicament. Also, their people had been slaughtered due to the sorceress, and they wanted just as much to defeat her.

Solomon reappears then, and they puzzle out the prophecy, before finally realizing that Jade is in search of a magical broken light bulb from the normal world where the three children come from. If she gets a hold of it, then the chances of truly defeating her are hopeless. They find out where it is, and how to get to it.

First, there was a mountain next to a lake, and the light bulb was inside it. So Elnair, Desmond, and Nathan travel to the mountain. There is no way to get inside, yet somehow there had been tunnels and ruins of an ancient civilization in the heart of the mountain. And in the center of it all, was the light bulb. Since there was no way to get inside, Elnair teaches them the ways of dream travel, where you go to sleep and in your dreams you can go wherever you want. Unfortunately, you can die even in that state, and whatever injuries you retain while dreaming stays with you. So you have to be just as careful. But you can also wake up anytime you want, which will protect you, even though then you will have to start from the beginning again, which will get you nowhere. With every turn in the maze, there is an obstacle of some sort, and most of the time, Desmond and Nathan and fighting for their lives while trying to reach the light bulb. Meanwhile, Elnair remains awake, watching over their bodies, ready to awake them in case anything goes wrong. When the pair finally do reach the light bulb, they encounter Aries, who had been told to get it himself. After much hesitation and fighting, Desmond and Nathan retrieve it and leave. They go back to where the army is, and where Lacey is, and show them. But the next morning, they wake up to find it gone.

While the three were gone, Lacey had been befriending the warriors in their army, and learning how to properly wield a sword, and a bow and arrow. She and Azura become very close then, and Lacey becomes a favorite among them. She also spends time speaking with Solomon and learning more about Morïem in general.

Yeah. Still working on it! Don't worry.

Anyway, so I was thinking of retrying fan fiction. I was think Warriors or Narnia, or both. Tell me what you think in the comments here, in the chat box to the side, or in the poll that I will put up in a second. Yup, so critique! Review! HELP.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013


Sorry I haven't been posting the DWP's. Haven't been getting the time. Tomorrow or day after tomorrow I'll post all of them.

On another note, Happy New Year! Maybyour 2013 be better than your 2012. Shame we didn't all die in the end of the world. Actually I'm dying a slow death in a hidden underground cave. Haha. Did you know 2013 is the first year since 1987 to have four different digits?

I know, that was random. Anyway, have fun, in like life!