Trying to Be an Open Book

If you knew me, you'd know that I lived in Virginia
 until the summer before junior year.
You'd know that I miss Virginia all the time.
But if you really knew me, you'd also know that when I left VA,
part of me stayed there. So now I feel split.
And I'm hoping college is the solution.

If you knew me, you'd know that I constantly bicker with my older sister.
That she knows exactly how to push my buttons.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I love her anyways.
And that family is everything to me.

If you knew me, you'd know that I am a Psych fan.
That I love Harry Potter and mystery books.
But if you really knew me, you'd also know that
Disney shows, no matter how recent, can still make me laugh.

If you knew me, you'd know that I dream of becoming an author.
That I love writing fiction stories.
But if you really knew me, you'd also know that I can't let people
I know well read my work.
You'd know that I'm a total English nerd. That I love puns.
That I am a grammar nazi.

If you knew me, you'd know that I can be really quiet.
That I can go through an entire class period without saying more than 2 words.
But if you really knew me, you'd know that there's an alternate version of me
within me. She's way more outgoing and talkative.
And she tries to break out sometimes, but not as often as she should.

Bored? Try this.

Step one: Go to Google
Step two: Type in "zerg rush"
Step three: Game on.

Crashing FairytaleLand

Crashing FairytaleLand

Brent checked his phone again. Still no answer. Shay was probably still trying to figure out how to tell him no...again. Even though she'd rejected his marriage proposal yet again, he felt drawn her. Though he realized she wasn't ready for commitment, he couldn't stay away. All his friends thought he was crazy to stay with Shay for so long after her painful rejections, but Brent was addicted. It was bad. Though this time, he may have ruined any chance of a future with Shay. On a whim, Brent proposed to Shay. Through a text. Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Dreading Shay's response, Brent opened his phone slowly. The illuminated screen displayed a three letter word. Y-E-...
       Suddenly, Brent's foot landed in a deep pot hole. But instead of tripping him, the hole dragged Brent downward. Before he knew it, Brent found himself in an alternate universe. One in which trees grow into the ground and snow falls in 80 degree weather. Every girl is a princess. Fairy tales come true. In this new world, Brent discovers his own potential happily ever after. But first, he must figure out how to reach it. And if he wants to.

How will Brent find his happily ever after? Does he want it?
Will he try to return to the real world, or will he stay in fantasy land?
Who will he prefer: the hesitant Shay, or the mystery fairy tale princess?
How will Shay react to Brent's disappearance?

Criminal Conversation

A man (character 1) and a woman (character 2) are in a hotel room. The woman is packing frantically while the man stares out the window.

1: Do you have the diamond?
2: Of course. I'm not as careless as I look.
1:  (muttering under his breath) You'd be surprised...
2: What's that supposed to mean?
1: You know exactly what I meant, so why did you even ask? THAT is why I worry about you.
2. Well just stop it. Everything will work out and then we'll meet up and then...(looks whistful)...nevermind. Wallace is waiting downstairs to arrest you.
1: Yep.
2. Soooo what're you gonna do about it?
1. Ever seen Wallace's ankle?
2: (gives him a strange look) uh...no?
1. Then you wouldn't know.
2. Then tell me.
1. And that is why you're as inexperienced as I've always expected. I can't just tell you. That'd make life too easy and it'll lead you to the wrong answer. Never forget that.
2. I don't understand...
*As Wallace bursts in, the woman quickly sneaks out onto the fire escape*
3: Hands up, Pierre. I've got you this time.
1: Took you long enough.
3. Just tell me what I want to know.
1. Ahhh you're taking the easy route. Fine.

Creative Writing...where imagination saves the day

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Musings on 1984

The internet is a pretty creepy place, if you think about it. 

The stalking possibilities are ENDLESS! 

A few months ago, I reread George Orwell's 1984. It made me think about how dependent we are on the internet and  computers. In the book, no one physically writes things down. Instead, they use telescreens or speakwrites. Honestly, I love the process of writing things down on paper. It stimulates my creative juices, setting them into overdrive. Maybe that's why I struggle writing interesting things on the blog. Maybe the fact that I'm sending my words out to whoever wants to access them subconsciously freaks me out. 

Well, that's all I've got. If this were on paper, I'd probably have a few more witty comments, but I'll save them for my future novel that I'll eventually write...on paper.