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, XD


Mechanical Heart, Part 8


At last, part 8 of Mechanical Heart. I’m sorry it’s been so long, but with spring break and everything going on, my life has been extremely crazy.

(not that it wasn’t before…)

If you’re new, catch up, or if you’re one of those amazing people who like to reread and recomment and relike, then click the links below!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 (part 1)

Part 7 (part 2)

Enjoy!!! Don’t forget to respond in the comments and share with friends! 

(but don’t tell them about the chocolate… It’s mine, my own, my precioussssss) 

Part 8:

I hoist my backpack higher onto my shoulder and squint into the shadows, trying to avoid stepping on too much gravel. Stacey’s figure moves ahead of me, showing the way through the maze of buildings and shops of the Peer camp.

“I can’t tell you how much it means for me to be able to learn the history of the Peers.” I say quietly, trying to build up my lie a little more.

I can almost see the sneer on her face as she replies, “Yeah, you’ll see soon enough.”

I don’t know why she wants to get rid of me, but I’m not going to stop her for anything. This is my opportunity, and I’m not wasting it.

A few birds call shrilly through the night, and I wonder briefly where they make their nests. In so much rubble, I don’t think there’s much substance to live on. As two birds flutter over us, filling the air with their screeches, I stay close to Stacey, hoping that none of the Peers, some of which are lounging outside in the darkness, would think to ask questions.

Stacey must be scared of the same thing, because she begins to take less obvious streets, slipping between rows of houses. I duck my head a little every time we come to a window, the dull light shining through posing a danger.

When we finally make it to the edge of the camp, Stacey turns to me sharply. “Okay, listen. I know how much you want to know about everything,” (I almost wince at the poorly disguised sarcasm) “but since what we’re doing isn’t really allowed, we have to be as quiet as possible and avoid the guards posted on the edges of the camp. Okay?”

I nod my head up and down as hard as possible, smiling in a sweet and innocent way. Once Stacey’s back is turned, my smile drops and I roll my eyes at her. Mhm, keep talking like that and you’re gonna get a broken nose… Gritting my teeth to keep myself from doing something violent, I follow her quietly through the large boulders and rubble outlining the camp.

We move as quickly as possible, and I have no choose but to follow Stacey’s lead. She’s taking me out by a different route that I came in. Glancing around at the new surroundings, I grimace at the overhanging buildings and crumbling wall that help disguise the location of the camp. There’s always that danger of one of those heavy walls shattering and crushing whomever is standing underneath. With this in mind, I quicken my steps as Stacey leads me under a decrepit arch.

“Where are we going?” I ask, as we keep walking around the outskirts of the camp.

“There’s a better way to get through, less guards, less everything.”


I soon see what she means by ‘less everything’. When we climb over a rather large pile of unstable boulders, I’m looking down on a smallish hole in a wall, dirt and grime covering the concrete.

“Come on.” Stacey commands, running down the rest of the rocks and squeezing through the crack without a moment’s hesitation. I roll my eyes again and take off my backpack, holding it at my side as I jump down and push myself through the hole.

It takes a little time for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, and even the light is limited, Stacey’s struggling figure ahead of me blocking out the crack.

Our panting soon fills the limited space as we both wriggle from side to side, inching our way through the tight space. Thank goodness I’m not claustrophobic. I think to myself as my sides press tightly against the sides of the wall.

I’m about halfway through when Stacey gets out, her face peering through into the darkness to see where I am.

“Hurry up, will you? We don’t have much time.” Her impatient voice fills the crack and I press my lips together and heave one last time, my backpack scraping against the rock as I push free.

Out here, it seems desolate, empty almost. Even with towering buildings filling the spaces and wires and concrete decorating it, the rising moon’s light makes it lonely, cold. I swallow a little as I follow Stacey through the rubble, trying not to shiver as a piece of concrete breaks off from a nearby building and crashes to the ground, the only thing that breaks the silence.

I’ve always hated the night. It brings back memories, memories of things I’ll never have again, memories of things I never want to have again.

I think some of my feelings rub off onto Stacey, because she stops making sarcastic and rude comments as we pick our way over the rocks and concrete. Soon the sound of our shoes against the rubble is the only thing that fills the silence.

As the moon rises higher into the sky, we walk farther away from the camp, and soon the Weeper is in front of us, the cable stretching over the yawning canyon. Stacey grabs the door to the hanging cage and opens it.

“You wanna see the history of the Peer camp? I’ll show it to you.” She grins a little at me and opens the door wider.

I barely suppress bursting into laughter, and climb in. Even though I knew it was coming, I still jump as she slams the door closed behind me, and unhooks the cage, causing it to hurdle down the slight incline.

“Don’t come back!” Is all I hear from her angry figure as she gets smaller and smaller.

I savor the moment of victory, but it’s short lived as the cage rocks dangerously over the abyss. I grab the sides and steady myself. Of all the things I hate, heights is one of the worst. My mouth begins to dry and I swallow, trying to assure myself that I won’t fall, I won’t die.

When the cage is almost to the other side, I crouch lower, my eyes scanning the area, looking for anyone peering out of the shadows. With a jolt, I realize that this probably wasn’t such a good idea.

“Too late now,” I mutter to myself as the cage begins to slow, the cable leveling out.

Hope you enjoyed!


People are People

Hey everyone!

I hope you guys had an awesome spring break! I did, and it just so happened that my birthday was last week as well, so #yay #excited #tooOld

I was planning on taking the whole week of spring break off of posting and I did, but it felt so boring not getting any feedback!! I never realized how much I enjoy hearing from you all and reading your comments. It’s crazy to think that 46 people actually read this…

Which brings me to the topic of my post today… it’s a bit more deep than normal, so if you’re one of those shallow people who can’t understand anything unless it’s surrounded by butterflies and rainbows, I suggest you leave now. 

Behold, an introspective look into reality from the three-dimensional view of a snail.

(That didn’t make any sense so just ignore that. )


This past Sunday, I was driving home on the highway from my church, and I happened to glance in the rearview mirror at the road behind me. I think after looking at all the cars stretching out at my back, it really struck me that every single one of those cars holds a human being, an intelligent mind.

There were other people driving around me, other people who had souls, dreams, families, friends, purposes, accomplishments, feelings. We all get so caught up in our own little world, that we sometimes fail to appreciate the big one. The big world that we actually live and breathe in and are a part of.

From our own perspective, everyone around us is a person. We understand that. But if we really think of what a person is… and how many people there actually are… it’s incredible. Each person that you encounter – the woman behind the desk, the man painting the house – they all have purposes in this world. They all can make an impact or be impacted on.

We get so focused on how we can make our own lives better, we fail to realize the significance of making someone else’s life better. Whatever you say, write, or do can make a change on a person’s dreams, goals, thoughts, maybe even their soul. So why does it take a ‘deja vu’ moment to make us realize that every person surrounding us can be helped or hindered? Why does it boggle the mind to try and realize that there are millions of people in the world who think the same as you, feel the same as you, have goals the same as you?

Maybe our sight is limited. Maybe our eyes are still a bit squinted, hoping to shut the light out. Maybe our minds are closed against the truth.

The truth that we aren’t as important as we unconsciously think we are. That once we die, we’ll be forgotten by the generations to come. That the other people in this world don’t care if we succeed or fail, if we make it through.

To others, we are just numbers on a statistics board, a percentage of the population not worth noticing. Another face in the crowd.

Don’t feel depressed, because here’s where the confusing part comes in.

That person sitting across from you, that mother pushing a cart, they’ve all thought that exact same thing.

Let’s hope they’ve understood what comes with that realization.

If we want to make a difference, we need to stop thinking about people as faces, humans, others. We need to stop thinking of people as percentages, numbers. Because we might feel that others think that way about ourselves, we don’t realize that we are guilty of the exact same thing.

The only way to cure that thinking is to start thinking about how to make a difference. No, this is not a cliche saying “make a difference, blah blah blah.” Because maybe the saying of “make a difference” isn’t so cliche after all. Maybe someone tried to convince others that every single person around the world has a soul and a mind and needs help and wants to do something. And because we realize the truth in it, but forget truth so quickly, “make a difference” became an over used line that now doesn’t mean anything.

Well, maybe it should.

Maybe we should try to make an impact on everyone we meet, try and realize that that person is the same as you, try and realize that others are more important than you.

If everyone did that, the effect would be that no one is ignored, no one is forgotten, no one is left behind.

Person helps person, and that person helps another, and so on.

This isn’t a lecture, it’s an idea. It’s a statement.

Souls can be changed, minds can be uplifted, lives can be helped.

But it all starts with a realization. Let’s try and make that happen, shall we?


Without Music


Not a breath in the wind
Not a sigh in the air
Not a note in the sky
Filling the world with light

Not a bird making song
Not a tune to be heard
Not a sound to be made
Breaking this awful silence

Taken for granted
Forgotten, underestimated
Music fills our lives with color
Shaping our goals, our endeavors

What is life without music?
Silence without the night
Gloom without the day
Paintings without the color

Oceans without the waves
Wind without the breeze
People without the voices
Love without the meaning

What is life without music?
Silence without the peace
Words without the page
Food without the taste

Don’t ever forget it
But choose to remember it
Choose to embrace it
And choose to savor it

For one day it may be gone
Left behind by us all
Leaving us desolate and shaken
Colorless, without haven

What IS life with music?
Silence filled with love
Water filled with sound
Books filled with meaning

People filled with hope
Lives filled with peace
Families filled with music
Angels filled with song

Don’t ever forget it
But choose to remember it
Choose to embrace it
And choose to savor it.




Mechanical Heart, Part 7 (part 2)


Hey everyone, I hope you guys didn’t mind waiting two weeks for the next part. Let me know if it’s too spread out. Sometimes if a story is separated by a larger period of time, you’ll lose connection with the characters, plot, etc. So just let me know if the two week schedule is too long.

If you’re new or just here because you have no purpose in life, then please read:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 (part 1)


*Please send me chocolate for being awesome* #random

(Part 7 continues…)

I keep my mouth shut as Daren leads me to my “luxurious hotel suite” as Meq so elegantly said it. I ignore the curious stares and glances of the other Peers as we walk through the dirt “street”.

“Here it is.” Daren stops in front of a small wooden building with Peers lounging on the porch, bent over various pieces of mechanical equipment in their hands.

One remarkably pretty Peer stands up, her long black hair falling over her back. She folds her arms and steps in front of me.

“Who’s this?”

Any feeling that we might be friends vanishes with that statement. Her mouth is curled into something that resembles a scowl and a smirk.

“This is Nova. She’s new here, and she’ll be staying here until permanent housing is found.” Daren looks very annoyed, his scowl deepening to match hers. They obviously don’t like each other.

“Well, make that quick. We don’t like kinds like her living here.”

“We?” The question escapes my lips before I can stop it.

Turning to glare at me, the girl leans in closer, her superior height making me feel small. “We means everyone here, idiot. You’re not wanted. And I suggest-“

“Stacy. That’s enough. Beat it.” Daren cuts in quickly, his voice brooking no argument. With a defiant toss of her hair she turns away. I almost gasp at the sight of her neck before catching myself.

Ribboned with streaks of metal, the top part of her neck is barely human. Hoping the hostile Peer hadn’t noticed my surprise, I straighten up and follow Daren up across the porch, our boots echoing on the wooden planks.

“You can sleep here at night, and in the day, do whatever you want. You won’t be assigned a position or job yet, but once we find out exactly what you are, you’ll be put where you belong.”

That’s it. “What is wrong with you guys? Stop talking to me like I’m some kind of freak that doesn’t belong anywhere! I don’t care what you people say or think. I’m only here because I have no where else to go, and if I don’t get the respect I deserve, you’d better believe I won’t stay here another second!”

“Respect? Listen, spacegirl, as far as we know, you don’t deserve any respect. You’re not more important than anyone here so I suggest you shut your mouth right now before you get yourself in trouble.”

“Excuse me? And don’t call me spacegirl!” I shout as Daren turns away and stomps down the porch, passing the group of Peers hard at work. Gritting my teeth, I stomp my foot before realizing how childish my motion was. Taking a deep breath and relaxing my clenched fists, I take the time to observe my surroundings.

Daren gave me a small room, more luxurious than anything I’ve ever slept in. An old mattress and a tattered love seat complete the furniture in the tiny bedroom. I peek out into the restrictive hallway and notice that it’s lined with doors similar to mine.

Definitely something like a hotel, I think to myself. Shutting my door, I sink down onto my bed, chewing my lip speculatively. I don’t know why they want me here other than to study me, to find out why I have what I have. But they won’t ever find out. I won’t tell them.

The rumbling of my stomach interrupts my thoughts, and I slip off my backpack, groaning a little at the relief in my back. Unzipping the main pocket, I slip my hand into it and pull out the food I’d snitched at the store this morning. Nibbling slowly on it, I find no pleasure in the taste. Stealing isn’t something I enjoy. It’s something that’s necessary to survive. Opening the bag of crackers, I sigh in satisfaction at the crunch my teeth make as they grind up the food.

Food brings a comfort that nothing else can, and I feel my brain beginning to work faster, more clearly. I think about my options. Right now, I’m outnumbered, and a Peer would stop me before I could get ten yards away from here. Plus, I don’t know my way around. If I get lost, it could mean death for me and my kitten I left behind. I pause in my speculation for a moment of worry over my friend. Trip might be resilient, but he’s small, and there aren’t too many rats for him to eat.

I have to get away from here. My resolve hardens in my chest. I start as an abrupt knock interrupts my thoughts. I jump up and open the door. The Peer, Stacy, is standing in front of me, her bare arms folded, an expression of annoyance painted all over her features.

“What do you want?” I ask, fed up with being treated like an animal.

“First of all, what I want is to never have to see you again and be left alone. But Daren,” she says his name with as much disgust as can be forced into a single word. “He wants me to keep an eye on you. I think he’s afraid you’re going to run away.”

“Um, you think I’m just gonna let you watch me or something?” I ask, my eyebrows raising at her audacity.

“Listen, in my opinion, it’s best just to let you run off. Who cares about you?” Stacy shrugs and tilts her head away, her lips making a straight line in her face.

My ears perk up a bit, sensing an opportunity. Forcing as much nonchalance in my voice, I reply, “You’re right. Who cares about me? But I love it here so much, it’s my dream home. I was so hoping you could show me around, maybe explain the history of the Weeper to me.” I hope fervently that she didn’t hear the sarcasm in my voice as I utter the words.

The expression I was hoping for, one of greed and cunning, slides over her face. She straightens up and glances at me slyly. “Hm, I think it would probably be good to show you around. Maybe take you out to the cable. Lots of things could happen.”

She must think I’m an idiot, because I can clearly understand what she means. She wants to get rid of me, for whatever reason, and I’m perfectly willing to let her do that. It’s almost dark, so the best time for a getaway would be now. But can I get away with it? Is it too risky?

Hope you guys liked it, and because I’m such an amazing person *thanks for the chocolate* I have a picture for you of our new character!!! Thank you once again to Indy for sending me the picture!


Stacy, our interesting, hostile, new person

So, hope you guys enjoyed it, and  I’ll see u guys Tuesday or whenever.


P.S. I was serious about the chocolate thing. I NEED some.

Because I’m awesome.