A Dedication

Dedicated to the witnesses and victims of the stabbing that occurred May 1st, on the campus of University of Austin, TX. My thoughts and prayers go towards all who were affected. 


why was he there

standing so calmly

killing with vigor

knife flailing wrongly


a son, a daughter

people with lives

destroyed in an instant

no chance for surprise


why does it happen

these sick psychopaths

who delight in violence

who injure for fun


a student, a kid

a child with visions

goals and endeavors

still chasing their futures


why would he do it

destroy their lives

purposely, maliciously

wreak havoc on skies


a school without prestige

a life without future

a parent without child

a man without soul


why can’t we value

life as it is

a breath every second

a moment, a minute


i wonder if they were scared

or ready or bold

or wondering why he would choose them

to make his bloody move


i wish i could comfort

call and connect

with the families in mourning

weeping over lost friends


a prayer lifted up

for all those involved

aware that life is brief in passing

that death’s forever pending.




Reading over the Writing award, I just realized that the questions sounded a bit disturbing and I want to assure everyone that everything that was written was intended as a joke and sarcastic and completely silly.

I hope no one regarded it as serious or that I meant anything of what I said. There was a joking tone held throughout my entire post, but I wanted to clarify for all the readers who might have thought that I was serious…

I am a Christian who regards physical violence as wrong and a sin.

So, if anyone kinda freaked out while reading it, don’t freak out because yeah, it was completely silly. It’s a standing joke among authors because we have to get rid of so many characters that it seems like we have no heart. 😄

In conclusion, *professorly cough* the tag was ridiculous and silly and absurd. I sincerely hope no one was offended by it.

Anyway, see ya around.


Mechanical Heart, Part 9


Finally!! Something interesting is happening in this next part. I hope you guys enjoy.

I feel so proud. I did a thing and designed a template. What do you think?

As usual, if you’re new, read the previous parts, and get a life:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 (part 1)

Part 7 (part 2)

Part 8

And now, Mechanical Heart, Part 9…


Part 9

When the cage slowly halts on the other side of the Weeper, I carefully open the door and jump out, scanning the area around me quickly. Wiping off the thin sheen of sweat that had coated my forehead during my trip, I shrug my backpack higher onto my shoulders and turn to my right, retracing my steps from this morning.

The rubble crunches under my boots, making my footsteps louder than I would have wanted. The shadows peered at me from under the destroyed buildings and shivers crept down my spine. Licking my lips nervously, I pick up a jog and pass the point where Daren had stopped the gang. Just thinking about running into the group of outlaw Peers makes me quicken my pace, keeping a watchful eye on my surroundings.

I turn left here, because I turned right on my way to the cliff… Ugh, I need a guide to get through this maze. I brush a few stray hairs out of my face and furrow my brows, trying to remember how I’d entered the Ruins.

“I can only go forward, can’t I?” I tell myself, instantly relaxing at the sound of a human voice breaking the silence. Bolstered by my own fake courage, I straightened my shoulders and ran through the rubble, jumping over the boulders and metal poles sticking out of the ground. I don’t glance up at the buildings towering above me, or the precariously hanging railings that are all that makes the buildings recognizable.

I have more important things to worry about.

The dim light from the moon makes it possible for me to see where I’m going, but the night air sends a chill through me, making my shiver in my thin jacket. I just need to get out of here, this place is giving me the creeps. I think to myself, as my feet slip and slide over the gravel and loose concrete.

It seems to stretch on forever, the shadows looking like ghosts that inhabit the empty buildings, the moonlight illuminating only so much of the rubble. Clouds drift across the sky, blocking out my light, forcing me to stop and wait for the moon to peek out again.

Kneeling down on a boulder, I stop to catch my breath and retie my boot, as I watch the clouds slowly move with the wind, revealing my only light. A crunch in the shadows to my left causes me to freeze, my hand suspended over my shoe.

I swallow hard and pretend to not have noticed, my hand shaking as it fiddles with my broken ties. My eyes, however, are peering into the shadows, trying to determine where the sound came from, trying to see into the darkness.

A few more rustles from from my right, and whipping my head around, I catch a glimpse of a form slipping into a gaping doorway. My hands start to shake even more as I hear more rustles and crunches on my left and right.

Standing up, I take a few steps forward and stop, listening. Nothing.

I take five steps forward and stop again. There. There it was, that tell-tale crunch of someone’s boot.

There are people out there, and they are watching me. I can only assume that they aren’t friendly.

My breath suddenly getting caught in my chest, I briskly begin to walk forward, keeping my head forward while my eyes dart back and forth, trying to catch a glimpse of my stalkers. The shadows seem to be moving, and I realize that there are forms there in the dim moonlight. They are watching me.

It’s too late to pretend I haven’t noticed them, so I break into a run, my boots pounding on the gravel as I slip and slide, my breath beginning to come in gasps. The instant I start to run, a raucous shout swells over the moonlit buildings and I can hear the pounding of feet on both sides of me.

Abandoning all thoughts of maybe walking away from this, I throw my heart and my soul into my escape, my body lurching as I try to keep my balance among the wreckage. My heart pounds. My lungs heave. My hands are clenched as they pump, trying to get every vestige of speed out of my legs.

I stop even trying to keep my balance as an almost blinding fear takes hold of me. My unknown attackers are on both sides of me, closing in. I can hear their crashes and noise as they leap through the buildings and dodge the looming pillars and fallen rocks that litter the place.

Leaping, jumping, tumbling, falling, getting back up, I quickly make my way down a small incline and find myself in something that once must have been a plaza or square. Here, there is less wreckage, and the concrete is smooth, lines and different colors decorating the ground. I stop, gasping for breath as I turn around and around in  a circle.

The noise is louder, and forms are running out and surrounding me, lining the incline. I grab my gun and pull it out, pointing it at the shadowy figures entrapping me.

“Make one move toward me and I’ll shoot!” I warn, my voice trembling.

A moment of silence greets my words, and a second later, they all begin to laugh, mocking me. Ignoring me as I shake the gun at them, they all begin to descend at once, running at me. I gasp in surprise and instantly pull the trigger at one of them.

A hideous squeal fills the night, and not stopping to reflect on it, I aim at another of my stalkers and fire, missing completely. I grit my teeth and run forward, shooting two bullets into a shadow on my right.

Suddenly, they are all upon me, hands grabbing mine and arms wrapping around my neck. Someone squeezes my wrist and stomps on my boot, making me drop my gun. Metal touches my skin and something hard is being coiled around my wrists as my arms are dragged behind my back.

I fight viciously, my body writhing and flailing as I try to get free. Before I can loosen even a leg, I see someone raise a large stick above my head, and then, everything gets dark.

“Ow.” my eyes slowly open and I sit up, wincing as my vision flickers and blue specks appear before me. My eyes quickly adjust to the morning light and I sit up straight as I realize where I’m sitting.

I’m in a cage.

Thick metal bars surround me, and the wall behind me is bouncing up and down. I can only imagine what kind of vehicle I’m on. My hands are still tied behind my back and I can barely feel my fingers. Still, I flop over onto my side and awkwardly climb onto my knees, shimmying over to the side of my cage to look out. I’m being transported through the Ruins; by whom, I don’t know.

At least I know where I am. I think, as I gaze upon the crumbling buildings and fallen structures of the Ruins. It all looks the same. The cage I’m on lurches and comes to a stop, the floor ceasing its jolting. I take the opportunity to relax and I twist my arms back and forth, trying to loosen my bonds.

A loud clanging behind me causes me to jump and look. My heart sinks as I stare into the face of the man who started it all.

“Hello, sweetheart, remember me?” Leo Finesse said, his hideous half-face grinning up at me.

I grit my teeth and scoot as far away from him as possible, my back pressing up against the opposite bars.

He cackles just a bit, and leans forward. “How does it feel to be in a cage?”

I resist the urge to spit in his face, instead contenting myself with leaning forward and replying, “How’s your leg?”

His grin disappears and he glares at me, his hands clutching the bars. I notice a metal finger in the place where his thumb should be.

“You’ll regret that. Just wait.” He stares at me, as if staring at me could cause me to burst into flames.

“Where am I? Who are you? What’s going on?” I ask, craning my head around to try and see why we stopped.

The grin reappears on Leo’s face. “You’re in a cage, and I’m a Crawler. Welcome to the Testing.” 



I decided not to do a poll, since it’s about time that there’s a cliff hanger.

Stay tuned for Tuesday, where I’ll be posting answers to another tag/award!


A Day Full of Sunshine!…Again!

I stole this pic from Anna, R., but I don’t know who originally got this pic, or what. So, credit goes to the original creator!

Yes, I know it’s Thursday, but it’s a special day cause looky here, I was tagged for the Sunshine Blogger Award again!! Like, it’s an award and I got tagged. I feel special.

Don’t ruin my moment.

I actually was tagged by two people consecutively, so I’ll answer each of their set of questions because they rock.

Thank you once again, Anna, R., and Kenzie. You guys are amazing and I love y’all so much.


OKAY! (this is going to take awhile…)

The rules of this award are as follows:

  1. Answer the questions.
  2. Tag more than three people
  3. make up 11 more questions for those special tagged peeps to answer. (Or any random person who comes along and likes to do stuff like this)

Let us begin.

First off, Anna’s awesome questions!!

Question Set no. 1:

• What is your favorite pastime besides writing and reading?

I enjoy several things in life: drinking coffee, watching movies, sleeping, chatting, eating chocolate.

But the crowning jewel of all pastimes is probably watching movies next to writing and reading. It’s basically reading a book, but it’s visually appealing and it stimulates story ideas.

STORY IDEAS RELATED TO ROGUE ONE!!!! Which I shall write a review on soon… hopefully.

• In the Lord of the Rings, Aragorn or Legolas?

Ha. Is this a hard question?


All the way.

Dude, he can flip around, he has pretty hair, he can change his eye color (am I the only one who noticed the brown eyes, then the blue eyes?), and HE’S AN ELF!!!!!!

Legolas is DE BOMB!

• What is your MTBI personality type?

I don’t know… Tbh, I don’t even know what that means, and I’m too lazy to find out. I’m thinking it would be something along crazy, social, bouncy, insane personality type?

We shall never know.

• Who you would say is the worst villain of all time? Why?

Hmmmm… Probably the Joker from The Dark Knight Rises.

You know why? Because there is nothing about him that is relatable or makes you feel any empathy for him. He’s just a psychotic killer who enjoys watching people suffer. HE’S ONE BAD DUDE!

He is probably the only villain who I developed a hatred for. Which is really sad, because I think I’m a villain at heart…

Oh, well.

• If you could go into one book and live the entire story for yourself (either as main character, sub character, or bystander), which would you choose?

OHHHH, I DON’T KNOW!!! This is such a hard question….. guuuuuuuug. Don’t ask me what that sound was.

I read a lot of kinda depressing books that are kinda violent and scary and not inviting to be in at all HAH so I DONT KNOW!

Oh, Oh. I would probably choose Lord of The Rings. And I would be an Eagle.

Because eagles are cool, people. Duh.

• What is one of your favorite quotes?

“I don’t have a favorite quote.”  by – Me.

Just kidding…. Hm. Quotes are a hard question too. WHY ARE THESE QUESTIONS SO THOUGHT-PROVOKING??! I like to not think but I’m actually being questioned about myself.

*gasp of horror*

Just kidding, these questions are awesome. *throws confetti*

I love Dr. Suess quotes, and some that I like are: “A person is a person, no matter how small.” And, “Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!” And, “Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!”

Okay, I’m done. But aren’t those quotes delicious??? They’re so… happy sounding.

• Would you rather have a griffon, a dragon, a wolf, or an owl for a pet? Why?


I would have to go with a griffon. Mostly because it’s kinda a mix of a dragon and a wolf and a cute something else. Ahhhh, they are amazing creatures.

I want one.

• What are your top 3 most favorite fandoms in the whole world?

Sherlock, Sherlock, and Sherlock probably. AND SHERLOCK!!!

I honestly can’t list anything else because I’m not involved in any other fandoms…. I’m not a big fandom person. I just spasm a lot.

Like over everything.


• When you first get a story idea in your head, does it start with the characters, the plot, or the theme?

Ooooo, a writerly question. Shnazzy.

Well, it depends. Sometimes I start with a theme and sometimes I start with a plot. What usually happens with me, is I get a certain scene in my head that I just really love, and I write it out.

Then I read it over and just keep writing and it can turn into a whole new world.

Usually with a theme, I just have some dark, morbid idea and then start writing and my mom opens my computer and gets scared because I just wrote a scaffold scene.

I’m joking, I’m joking. You can stop crying, you innocent little reader. I would NEVER write such a morbid scene. Hahaha, yes I totally would.

• What is your decorating style? (floral, antique, modern, beachy, rustic, etc.)

I love modern. Modern is my style. I absolutely love those houses where one side is a rectangle and the other is a pointy thing. And then when the furniture is all black and then white with red…

It’s so cool and slick looking. Slick Nick is my Pick.

On the other hand I really like rustic.

So I kinda have a foot in both worlds… (Think I mixed my metaphors up…)

Told ya I was an oxymoron.

• If you were one of the four elements, which would you be? And why?

Can I be multiple elements…??

Nah, it’s not possible. Unfortunately.

I would be water. Even though I’m scared of water (like seriously, I have irrational fears of being stuck under something and drowning), water is so alive and in motion and beautiful and majestic that to be water would be really cool.

And I could figure out how drowning actually works to make my books more realistic, so. That would be helpful.

Those were the first set of questions!!! THANKS ANNA! They were awesome, creative questions and a ton of fun. 😄

On to Kenzie’s questions!

Question set no. 2:

  • ~ If you could have one day (24 hours, exactly) to be any fictional character you wanted, which would you pick and WHY?

I would probably be Sherlock for 24 hours because let’s face it people, HE’S AWESOME!!! And it would be really cool and creepy to be able to tell everyone’s life story in five minutes just from their necktie. So.

Plus, it would be nice to feel extremely intelligent for a one day.

  • ~ Would you rather be a mime for 24 hours, or speak in nothing but haikus for 42 hours? (answers must reflect what you pick [i.e. ‘I would choose Haiku, because it is easier, than never speaking…’ {GIF’s are allowed and also ENCOURAGED}])


dunno where this came from… credit goes to where it is due tho!
  • ~ Chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?

Chocolate. All. The. Time.

Because it is mine, my own, my preciiiiiiious.

  • ~ Would you rather be a dragon or a phoenix?

I wanna be a phoenix!!!! People don’t hunt you, you instantly get reborn every time you die, and yur purty! And there’s fire!!

Is there anything lacking in your existence?

Oh, and plus, you can heal people with your tears, just like in Tangled!!! Yay!

  • ~ Ursula gives you an ultimatum: (A) become a mermaid forever (complete with the tail), but be unable to breathe underwater, or (B) stay a human forever and no longer be able to breathe air, but breathe underwater instead. Which do you pick?

I would be a human forever. Because if you’re a mermaid but you can’t breathe underwater, you can’t walk around on earth because you have fins/flippers/a tail. But if you’re a human and can breathe under water, you can still buy flippers or something (just buy a huge bowl and fill it with water and dunk your head in it and that’s how you’ll be able to walk into the store to buy your swimming gear) and you’re set!!!

  • ~ Describe to me your favorite color, without using the color’s name… (this is not a question, but I CARE NOT!)

Uh oh. My descriptions are terrible.

It is the color of the ocean, of the sky, of my face when I hold my breath for too long, and of the Wordpress banner!!


This is for my readers: {PEEPS! WHAT COLOR IS MY FAVORITE???}

  • ~ You’re given the option of becoming famous overnight, or being a small town-celebrity. Which do you pick, and why? (#deep)

I’d rather become famous overnight because if you’re just a small town-celebrity, no one ever knows you if you leave the small town, but if you become famous overnight, everyone knows you.

So you get the bonuses of both sides.

Except your life is ruined overnight so I guess that could be counted as a minus….depends on how you look at it.

  • ~ Would you rather have the Beast or the library?

Heh. Is this supposed to be hard???

The library.

Hands down.

  • ~ Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? Or stay locked up in your room all day reading books and writing stories?

I wanna build a snowman. As much as I love reading books and writing stories, I’m  a social person so if I had to stay locked up in my room forever I would probably die.

Plus! Who says you couldn’t read and write stories WHILE making a snowman?? There is such a thing as an automatic snowman builder, isn’t there?

  • ~ Which falls faster–the chicken or the egg?


I’m gonna say the chicken… because it’s heavier and has more mass…. and it’s denser….I guess???

But the egg has less air resistance or whatever… I dunno.

I’m a confused child.

  • ~ Middle Earth is at war with Narnia. Which side wins?

Narnia, obviously. They have Aslan. Aslan is immortal. And you have that cool water man that pops up out of the sea. Like how awesome is that.


And that’s it.

Thanks so much Kenzie for the questions!! They were hilariously awesome. 😄

Okkkkay. Now I have to tag peeps and then give questions.

Here are the privileged, tagged people:

Becks because she hasn’t posted much lately, and I NEED TO HEAR FROM HER!!! #manipulation. Nat cause her website is gorgeous, Katherine because I’ve actually never read a tag of hers, I don’t think. Rubix Cube cause she rocks, Kit because I don’t think I’ve tagged her yet!! Sprinklesquink  because her name is sooo adorable.

And that’s about it. It takes so much time to tag people… You have to type in the name, then get the link, the hit a button, and then do it again, and get a name, and click a link, and hit a button… #work

If any of you would like to participate just be presumptuous and jump right in.

And here are the questions…. *evil laughter*

Questions for you, my friends:

  1. Take your favorite fictional hero/heroine and your favorite villain. Now pair them up in an epic face off. Who would win? Why? Why did you pair those characters?
  2. Would you rather be caught in a tornado or a tsunami?
  3. What was the scariest moment of your life?
  4. What was the cheesiest(?) book you’ve ever read?
  5. Count to five, now jump around your bedroom ten times, now try to do a handstand, and complete 50 jumping jacks. Throw your head back and sing a Les Mis song at the top of your lungs. Finally twirl in place really fast for two minutes, listening to up-beat music. Before you throw up, stop and come back to your laptop. Tell us, how did that make you feel? How do you feel now? How do you think your childhood influenced your emotions right now? 
  6. How would you prefer to die? Through fire, or through tigers? (use your imagination.)
  7. Let’s say that you just saw someone fall from the sky and not die. What would be your reaction? What is the first thing you would do? (Elaborate, please.)
  8. Why do you write?
  9. What is your most favorite (CLEAN) exclamation to use? (no profanity, people. That’s not allowed, sorry.)
  10. Who would you pick? George Lucas or Christopher Nolan? Why? 
  11. “You’re waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you can’t be sure; but it doesn’t matter because you’ll be together.” What movie is this quote from? (If it’s quoted correctly.)  And I’m running out of question ideas! If you’ve seen this movie, what was your favorite thing about it? If you haven’t, would you want to see it? Why or why not? (To both sets)

And that’s the end.

Hope you guys didn’t fall asleep yet. Gosh, this post was soooo long. Anyway. If you wanna answer the questions, just do it. I wanna see what kinda answers I’ll get. 😄



Short Story, Finally!

I am so sorry for disappearing. I got really busy, and writer’s block decided to crash a party at my house, and then I lost my brain somewhere. 

It wasn’t fun.

Anyway, I hope everyone had an amazing Easter!! Did you eat a lot of junk food and chocolate?

I hope so.

(if you didn’t, shame on you.)

At long last, here is the short story I promised you all. I had so much fun writing it, because everything you guys wrote was crazy and totally unrelated. So none of this will probably make sense, but that’s okay!

Life doesn’t make sense, so you should be used to it by now.

Here’s the list of everything I had to incorporate:

  • Lasagna noodle

  • Orange poodle 

  • sore throat

  • paper airplane

  • lop-eared bunny

  • annoying alarm clock

  • invisible watch

  • agoraphobic penguin 

  • stick of gum

  • girl with yellow neon hair

  • salt water skirt

  • burnt toast

  • cyclops

  • red worm

  • Bigfoot

  • cracked lightbulb

  • goldfish trying to escape the tank 

Hope I didn’t miss anyone’s idea. I apologize if I did.



Clementine’s Day of Random Events and Scary Sightings

Clementine lifted her nose in the air and sniffed daintily, the breeze ruffling the fur on her curly head. The grass under her paws felt soft and squishy, just the way she liked it. Gazing around at her kingdom of a yard, she squinted just a bit in the bright sunlight.

“I hate this place, I hate this dirt, it’s always covered in fertilizer. Why is that, huh? Tell me that!” a small voice with a New York accent spoke right beneath her.

Clementine blinked her dark eyes and side stepped a bit, her tail waving in delight. “Red, is that you?”

“Yeah, sure it’s me. Who else would it be? Yeah, there’s like a billion red worms out there that just like to walk under stupid poodles for no reason. Of course it’s me, you dummy.”

The poodle grimaced a bit from the sarcastic reply and bent her head down to observe the worm speaking. His red segments glistening in the sun, Red slithered a bit more to stay in her shadow.

“Stop movin’, would ya? I’m trying to stop getting burnt. I swear, the sun is out to get me.”

“Sorry, Red. I’ll stop moving.” Clementine said, freezing obediently in place.

Red only muttered in response to her generous reply and moved through a few more blades of grass into the poodle’s shadow.

After a few minutes of standing patiently in place, Clementine began to move a bit restlessly. “Um, Red?”

Silence answered her.


An exasperated groan sounded from the ground. “Wha’, whadya want?”

“Why can’t you burrow like other worms?”

“I already told ya, I hate dirt. I hate eatin’ dirt. What kinda self-respecting thing would eat dirt? I mean it’s filthy!”

“But you’re a worm…” The poodle’s forehead wrinkled in puzzlement. “Isn’t that what worms do?”

Red scoffed. “I’m not like other worms. I’m not suicidal.”


Silence stretched between them as the sun beat down on Clementine’s curly thatch. “Say, Red?”


“Can I move now?”

Not waiting for an answer from the worm, Clementine bolted away and jumped onto the porch, her small pink tongue lolling out of her mouth. Ignoring the muffled yelling coming from the grass, she bounced to the porch door and squeezed through the small doggy door, sighing in delight as the cold air hit her muzzle.

Wiping her paws daintily on the ‘Poodle Power’ rug, Clementine shuffled through the sleek dining hall, ignoring the forbidden white couches and the fuzzy rugs covering the floors.

“Clemmy, Clemmy, you inside? Alright, pretty girl, come here.”

Clementine ears perked up at the sound of her owner’s voice and trotted over through the open door, aiming for the huge bed in the middle. Disregarding the fact that her paws were still grimy from the yard, the poodle leaped onto the bed and pounced onto the mound of covers and human on the bed.


A draggled head covered in smeared makeup peeked out from the covers. “Hey, pretty. Coming to give mommy a kiss good morning?” 

Clementine snorted in response. Morning? It’s one in the afternoon. Lazy humans.

Her owner swung slim legs over the side and tucked her feet into fuzzy new slippers, coughing and clearing her sore throat. Clementine jumped down after her, her nose coming to about the height of her owner’s knees. The bottom of the bathrobe tickled the poodle’s head as her owner pulled it over her pajamas.

“Are you hungry? Yes? No? Come on!” Without waiting to see if Clementine would answer her, the poodle’s owner grabbed her phone from the dresser and tapped around. The poodle waited impatiently as her owner chatted across the line. Finally, as her owner left the room, Clementine dodged her legs and ran for the kitchen.

“Yes, this is Stacy. Uhhuh, yeah I signed up. I’m sure she’ll win. Yup, uhhhh…. okay, no problem. See you soon… yup, bye bye.” With a sigh, her owner walked into the room and slammed her phone onto the kitchen island.

“Well, what do you want this morning, Clemmy? Roast beef, Vegan, peas from last night?”

When will Stacy figure out I can’t respond? Clementine thought despondently as she tried to her utmost to signal to Stacy that yes, roast beef sounds delicious, and vegan peas are something she’s never heard of but she’s willing to try.

“Oh, now calm down, don’t bark at me. You’ll get what you want soon.”

Giving up on her barking, Clementine drooped her ears and plopped her curly butt on the tile floor, her eyes following Stacy eagerly as her owner dished up her favorite dog food. As the hard kibble clattered into the dish, Clementine’s nose twitched, her tongue hanging slightly out of her mouth in anticipation.

“Here you go. Eat up.”

Without waiting politely for her owner to step out of the way, Clementine charged for the food bowl, burying her nose all the way in as she happily chomped her breakfast. Ignoring Stacy, who was talking on the phone again, the poodle focused on her meal, mainly on stuffing her face with organic, gluten free, roast beef flavored, pea kibble.

It took about five minutes for Clementine to finish her meal. When she was done, she sat back on her haunches and licked her gums, smacking her lips at the aftertaste.

“I’m going to take a shower. Be good, and don’t forget, we have to keep you clean for the show tonight.”

A show? A show? What’s a show? Is it food? Will I get food? Can I have more kibble? Clementine ran around her owner in circles, wishing again she could ask Stacy questions. Stacy laughed as she dodged her poodle and Clementine stopped barking when she heard the bathroom door slam.

“Finally. Ugh, she’s such a bore.” A squeaky voice speaks behind her and Clementine jumped around, wagging her tail excitedly.

“Monty! Monty! Monty!”

A small, lop-eared bunny sat gazing at her steadily, his nose twitching and his paws held in front of him daintily. “Don’t injure yourself in your joy, my dear.”

Clementine took a deep breath, trying to calm her trembling tail.

“That’s better.”

“Monty, why are you here? I thought your owner took you back to Pet Smart…” Clementine trailed off, realizing that she might have said something slightly offensive.

The bunny’s chest had started getting fluffy and puffed out, his beady eyes getting large and bulbous. “Pet Smart?! Pet Smart?! As if Pet Smart was good enough to hold me! As if you would even think that my owner, the Brave Bob, would want to get rid of me! I am the highest of all bunnies, the great Monty of Montgomery, and I will rule all bunnies for eternity!”

During his tirade, Clementine’s ears and tail had started to droop and she rolled her eyes when he finished.

“Yeah, okay. But why are you here?”

Obviously deflated at her nonchalant response to his magnificently squeaky speech, Monty’s head lowered a bit and he responded a bit hesitantly. “Well… the Brave Bob needed to pick up his… wallet. And he had to go somewhere so Stacy decided to let me… stay here a little.” An awkward pause followed.

Quickly Monty spoke up again, obviously not wanting Clementine to get the wrong idea. “Of course, he’s not delaying taking me to Pet Smart, because that’s never going to happen. I’m just here because he couldn’t find a thing called a ‘receipt’? I don’t know what that is, but it sounds important.” His self-confidence restored, Monty lifted his head again.

“Oh. Okay.” Clementine replied.

She licked her chops a bit nervously and then stood up, stretched and started walking away, hoping in the deepest part of her doggy soul that he wouldn’t follow. Her tail drooped a bit as she heard his soft pads following her.

Trying — as any dog politely can — to ignore him, Clementine continued on her stroll through the house as the bunny followed her. Exiting the kitchen and entering the living room, Clementine bounced over a fuzzy rug and made her way to the middle of the big room, the tall ceiling looming above her.

“Clementine! How are you?”

“Shivers! I’m good.” Clementine wagged her tail as a penguin came waddling from the other room.

“Sweet cracked crumpets! What in the name of heavenly carrots is that?!” Monty squealed in a stage-whisper.

The penguin stopped a bit shyly as Clementine glared at the bunny.

“Monty, this is Shivers the Penguin. Shivers, this is Monty the Bunny.”

“No, it’s not Monty the Bunny, it’s Monty of Montgomery. Get your facts straight!” Monty squeaked as loud as he could.

“Oh. Well, hi there. Welcome to Stacy’s Igloo of Space.” Shivers said, his pudgy body waddling over to them. Clementine wagged her tail at him and trotted over to where a large coffee table was placed in the middle of the room. On top of the table was a large, glass tank, filled to the brim with water, and inhabited by a small, insignificant goldfish who was swimming with a lasagna noodle.

“Hi Timmy, how’re you?” Clementine said loudly, staring at the little goldfish who was staring right back.

“He is doing well.” Shivers replied.

“Wow, talk about rude. You just replied for something else. Do you know how condescending that is?” Monty pointed out, hopping over to stand by Shivers.

“Timmy can’t talk, so he communicates telepathically to Shivers, who then tells it to me.” Clementine said happily, her tongue lolling out, oblivious to the fact that she just relayed absurd-sounding information.

Monty stared blankly at her, then at Shivers who was nodding his head. Inching slowly back towards Clementine, Monty swallowed a bit nervously.

“Okay, then. This place just got a bit weirder.”

Ignoring him, Clementine turned back to Timmy, who was giving her all his attention, at the same time grasping the soaked noodle in his tiny flipper.

“Why do you have a noodle?” She asked the goldfish, staring at the slowly disintegrating food in the tank.

Shivers stepped forward obligingly. “He says because it is his tool to escape the tank. He wants to use it to jam the lid and then jump to freedom.”

Clementine happily accepted the plan and nodded her head wisely. “That sounds like a great plan. Good luck!”

Instead of telepathically communicating to Shivers, Timmy nodded his whole body up and down, getting as close to a smile as a fish can.

Meanwhile, Monty was whispering under his breath. “Use a noodle in water? Does that even have any logic behind it? It’s gonna disintegrate in the water and the fish is going to get food poisoning. How does he know he’s not allergic to wheat? Or gluten?” This to Shivers, “Hey, does he know what kind of grain the noodle is made out of?”

Shivers just shrugged, obviously not feeling like replying. Instead, the chubby penguin turned to Clementine, leaving the bunny to mutter to himself.

“Are you going to that dog show tonight? I heard Stacy talking about it on the phone.” The penguin winked both eyes hastily, looking important.

Reminded of what had happened a few minutes beforehand, Clementine started bouncing in place. “I heard my owner talking on the phone about that, but I don’t know what it is. What is it? Do I get food? Are there prizes?”

Shivers cleared his throat noisily. “A show is a contest for dogs that like to walk around.” He abruptly closed his beak and nodded at her.

“Well, I like to walk around!!” She said excitedly.

“Yes, and there are food prizes for whoever walks the best.”

“Oh, I’m good at walking, so I should win!” Clementine paused. “Do you think I walk okay?”

Shivers snorted a bit wetly. “You’re asking a penguin? I have no idea! I think you have to be nicely groomed or something too. So it’s about looking good and walking nice. I’ve heard the prize is a whole bag of organic, gluten free, roast beef flavored, pea kibble.”

Clementine’s little heart fluttered in her chest. So much kibble for the taking! I have to keep clean, then. No rolling in the mud. She self-consciously glanced down at her immaculate curly coat.

“Hey everyone, I don’t like to break into your very interesting conversation, but there’s a red worm that’s knocking on the doggy door.” Monty said, his huge ears perking up.

“Red! I’m so excited, I haven’t seen him since this morning!” Clementine barked, and ran for the back door. Realizing that only Monty was following her, she stopped to ask Shiver to come. Anticipating her question, the penguin raised a paw to stop her from opening her muzzle.

“No, I’m not coming. I have to walk through a hallway, and I hate closed spaces.”

“Closed spaces? What’s wrong with you?” Monty asked, surprised.

“I’m agoraphobic.”

“What’s that mean?” Monty scratched his chin quickly, his nose twitching in distaste.

“It kinda means a fear of crowded spaces.” Clementine answered, as her tail wagged impatiently.

“Well, that doesn’t make sense! You’re in a house for crying out loud!”

Shivers just shook his head and turned back to watch his telepathic buddy swim with his lasagna noodle.

“Come on, Monty!” Clementine barked. She didn’t wait for an answer, but bounded through the hallway and through the doggy door, nearly stepping on Red.

“Red! Red!”

“Wha’s the matter with you? It’s rude to come runnin’ where someone might get smushed.” Red complained as he dodged out of the way.

Monty tumbled after her and landed on his head. He kicked his large feet and righted himself, licking his paw to smooth the fuzz between his ears.

“Yeah, and who’s this guy? Whatcha doin’ over here? You gotta have permission from me to come into this yard, mista’.”

“Excuse me? You are talking to Monty of Montgomery, the Great Bunny of Bunnies and the Monty who Might Make Millions and who Conquered the Carrots of-“

“Yeah, we get it. Why’re ya here?” Red cut in.

Monty stopped, his mouth still wide open. He shut it with a snap and gestured to Clementine.

Red sighed and slithered over to Clementine. “So, I heard about the show. Wha’ ya doin’ about it? You gotta keep as clean as a whistle if ya wanna win that bag of kibble.”

“I know, I know! I think I can win, though.” Clementine said, her whole body trembling in excitement.

As she and Red talked, she started bouncing around, her paws hitting every area of the porch. Suddenly, her paw stuck to the concrete and came loose with a shmoooop.

“What was that?” Clementine asked, craning her small head to try to see what she stepped on. Monty hopped forward and leaned in for a look.

“Oh, no. Oh, NO!” He said, raising his paws to his cheeks.

“What, what is it?” Red and Clementine asked simultaneously.

Monty shook his head, reveling in the feeling of carrying bad news. “Oh, it’s so horrible, I don’t know if I can tell you.”

“You start talkin’ or I MAKE ya talk.” Red threatened.

Monty gulped and nodded. “She has a clump of gum stuck in her fur.”

Clementine gasped and started whining, her tail drooping as she hopped around on three paws. “With the gum, I won’t win the show! It’s all based on how you walk and how you look and having a little piece of gum stuck on the bottom of my paw is going to ruin EVERYTHING!”

Red and Monty nodded in agreement.

“Monty, can you take it out?” Clementine asked, extending her paw to him.

Complaining under his breath, the bunny took her paw in his, and tried to pry the sticky gum from her fur.

“Nope, can’t help you.” He said, after a few minutes of groaning dramatically as he strained at the gum.

Clementine looked beseechingly at Red. He slithered backwards a few centimeters. “Don’t ya start lookin’ at me. I don’t have limbs. I’m just a worm.”

Raising her head determinedly, Clementine walked off the porch and to the unhinged gate across the lawn.

“Where are you going?!” Monty yelled.

“I have to find someone to take off the gum! Stacy’s in the shower, and she takes awhile, so I have to find someone before she gets out.”

Clementine nosed at the gate and pushed it open, sniffing at the air, taking in the smells of the city.

“Why does it smell like burnt toast? That’s just gross.” Monty said from behind her.

Clementine turned to look at him.

“Yeah, I’m coming with you. I’m probably going to get dumped off at Pet Smart anyway, so I might as well.” Monty heaved a great sigh and hopped in front of her, leading the way down the sidewalk.

Clementine trotted after him, craning her head to gaze at the buildings and apartments lining the street. No one (conveniently) stopped to see why an unaccompanied, orange poodle and a lop-eared bunny were walking down the sidewalk, so Clementine and Monty continued unmolested.

The birds chirped overhead and the sun shown down brightly. So brightly, in fact, that Clementine and Monty both started to feel extremely hot.

“Let’s get in the shade so we don’t die.” Monty said, stating the obvious. Clementine nodded her curly head and they both dodged the humans walking to and fro on the sidewalk and went into the shade of a street booth. The vender, a blind man who sold hotdogs, moved over to serve a customer, and seizing the chance, Monty and Clementine crawled under the booth.

“This is so much better than walking around in the sun.” Monty panted, clawing at his fur impatiently.

Clementine panted in agreement, her saliva dripping onto the sidewalk. “Do you think it’ll be alright if we take a little break?” She asked, already closing her eyes and tucking every part of her small body under the booth.

Monty yawned in response and sat back on his haunches, lazily playing with the ends of his floppy ears. His eyes slowly closed and they both were soon fast asleep.

It was the screaming that woke Clementine up. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was.

“What’s going on?” Monty squeaked at her as he peered from under the booth. People were running down the street to their right, and when Clementine looked behind her, the vendor was nowhere to be found.

“I don’t know. I just woke up.” She yawned. Crawling out from under the booth, she shook herself and looked around. “Why are all these humans running away?” She asked Monty who had followed her and was now poking around the hotdog bin.

“I don’t know. Whatever it is, it’s probably not good.”

“Well, come on. I still have to find a person to take the gum off my paw.” Clementine said, lifting her paw and feeling at the gum still entangled in her fur. She squinted up at the street, the sun reflecting off of the windows of the buildings in across the street. The swarms of people were fleeing from something, all of them abandoning their cars and running down the streets.

Clementine ignored the screaming and desperate people, and started trotting up the sidewalk again, Monty hopping behind her. On and on they walked, Clementine looking for someone who wasn’t screaming in terror to see if they could help her.

After an hour of walking up sidewalks and passing screeching clumps of people, Monty flopped down and whined under his breath.

“Come on, Monty, let’s just go take a break over in that red truck.” Clementine ran to a large, heavy-duty firetruck and jumped into the passenger seat, ignoring the driver who was frantically trying to open a compartment in the side of the truck.

The fireman never saw an orange poodle jump onto the seat or a white bunny jump onto the gas pedal. All he knew, was that he reached down to tie his shoe lace, and he looked up and his firetruck was gone.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Monty yelled as he sat on his haunches, his back pressed against the gas pedal.

“I didn’t do anything!” Clementine barked, her tail waving in excitement as she placed her paws on the wheel to see out the window.

“Whoa! How did you do that?” Monty asked as he was suddenly thrown off balance.

Clementine stared at the circular wheel under her paws and slightly turned it, the firetruck immediately responding.

“Hey! I can turn it!” She barked happily at the people who scrambled to avoid the careening truck being driven by an orange poodle and a lop-eared bunny.

“Look, I think I found why all those humans were running away!” Clementine said to Monty.

Monty just licked his paw and settled deeper against his comfortable gas-pedal-recliner. “Nah, I don’t want to see. I’ll take your word for it.”

Clementine gave a big doggy smile at a huge form that was standing in the middle of the road. A large eye was in its forehead and a primitive robe was wrapped around it’s body.

“I think it’s a cyclops.” Clementine said, yawning a bit as the firetruck began to pick up speed.

“A, what?!” Monty squealed as Clementine turned the firetruck right for the cyclops.

They didn’t know what really happened next, but after it had happened, Monty explained it to Red:

“There was a huge crash and I got thrown up in the air and smashed into a lightbulb, but being Monty of Montgomery, I caught myself and landed on the concrete and rescued Clementine while I was at it. And I saw this huge cyclops thing and it was dead and there was a ton of red liquid, and then all these humans ran up and made a lot of noise and cheered and a weird girl with neon yellow hair and a skirt that dripped with something salty, came up and gave us both hugs!”

Clementine agreed with Monty as they sat on the back porch in front of Red, the sun just beginning to set behind the buildings of New York. She wagged her tail a bit dizzily and nodded. “The girl cut the gum from my coat and then she took this clock from her pocket and told me it was annoying and that she wants an invisible watch for her birthday! And then, this policeman came over and talked to a bunch of creepy humans in black suits who were staring at a big footprint and there was something about Bigfoot… Whatever that means…”

Monty cut in and finished the story, telling Red how Stacy had found them and said that the show was canceled.

“You know,” He said finally, “I don’t mind going to Pet Smart after today. I don’t ever want to be on the streets again. I’m going to have nightmares about cyclops forever.”

A few moments of silence stretched on as they both stopped talking. Red stared at them, slowly shaking his segments.

“Ya know what? I don’t even wanna know. Don’t tell me. You guys are all nuts! You’re cracked in the head. Ya need some therapy, or somethin’. I’m going to sleep, don’t wake me up.” He turned and slithered away into a crack in the house.

Clementine yawned and laid down, panting slightly as she remembered the excitement of the day.

Monty shook his head and hopped through the doggy door. “I’m going to see if Shivers has any bunny food. He’s a penguin, he might understand more than a dog.” With that, Monty turned and disappeared, leaving fuzzy fur on the doggy door’s flap.

Clementine yawned again and curled up, her orange side slowly rising up and down as she fell into a deep, deep sleep.


And that’s a wrap.

I’m laughing just reading over this, it’s so weird and messed up. 

Haha, well, hope you guys enjoyed it, tell me what you thought, and I’ll try and get the next part of Mechanical Heart up as soon as possible!

Oh, and if any of you would like to try and write a short story with the list of items, feel free! I would absolutely love to see what you come up with.

I will stalk you until you do.


Camp Nano

Am I dead?



Sorry to disappoint.

Unfortunately, I was unable to write  post the short story this past Saturday so until I have time, feel free to comment on any other crazy idea until this coming Saturday IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY!! If you already have, then don’t be weird and say to yourself, “Oh looky here, I can spam a blogger’s comment box. Let’s do that because I have no life.” Please don’t be that person. But for all of you who have not commented yet because you probably are sensible and don’t want to, the comments are open still! YAY! UNLIMITED TIME!!! YAY!

Okay nevermind. Just ignore the last few sentences.


I actually am doing Camp Nanowrimo this April. Yes, I already wrote 60k words for my Rebel novel, but I’m still around 20k short. 20k short of words of an ending. I have no idea what I’m doing.


Luckily, my dear blogger friend Kenzie decided to invite me into a cabin and motivate me to ruin my life finish my novel!! Yaaaaaaaaay.

I don’t know what I just got myself into.

Oh well!!!!!!

Btw, if you were wondering what Camp Nano is… you’re asking the wrong person. I honestly don’t really know.

Haha, just kidding.

Camp Nano is basically a smaller version of Nano in November… except it’s in April and you don’t need to meet a specific word goal. You can tailor your goals to your needs/desires/whatever. SO let’s say you just want to spend more time writing. You would go to your settings and change your goal to 20 hourse of writing.

See, it doesn’t even have to be words.

Which, to me, doesn’t really make sense, because in order to “win” you could just leave your pages open and watch Sherlock while fiddling with Cheetos. Like, you don’t even have to write….

Okay, back to my topic.

If you need to imagine what Camp Nano is compared to Normal Nano, imagine this:

NN (Normal Nano) is a runner, sweating in the sun, pushing himself to finish his lap. His arms are red from sunburn, his muscles are straining to the point of exhaustion, and his eyes are bloodshot.

Now this is CN (Camp Nano): Imagine a tanned person laying on a hammock, gently swinging in the breeze, fruit punch held in a glass with a pretty little straw. The loafer takes a sip and rests back, idly letting the wind decide his fate.


I really wish it was like that, I really do. Unfortunately, CN is basically a runner who’s just out of shape and stops sooner than the NN runner because he simply can’t go any longer.

Oh well. The analogy was nice, I guess.

So yeah. That’s what I’ve been up to, and since this week was very bare of any substantial posts, I’m going to be very inclusive and generous and have an open question!:

What have you been up to this past week? BE SPECIFIC AND TELL ME YOUR LIFE SO I CAN BE CREEPY AND STALK YOU!


Just kidding.

Not really.


Something for You to Do!!

So, I was trying to come up with things that would be a little more interactive for this blog.

It does get boring just reading about someone else’s life or writing and never being able to do something yourself…

So… I THINK I’ve found something that’s going to be hilarious and fun at the same time.


If you don’t think so, please shout it out to the world while playing Chubby Bunny at the same time. (good luck with that.)

Here’s my idea:

I know you guys requested more short stories, but short story ideas are hard to come by. And since my writer’s block is choking my inspiration to death, you guys are going to help a little.

In the comments below, please put two crazy and absurd and totally unrelated ideas (e.g. green superhero, deadly Sharpie) and hopefully by this Saturday, I’ll have written a weird and completely messed up story.

But you have to help!

And this will be fun for you because you can see how your idea was incorporated and used and misunderstood… That’s always fun, right?

But for real. Please respond in the comments if you would like to participate, and you could always add a main character or something weird.

It has to be crazy!!

Hope you guys are as bored and excited as I am, 😄