I’m doing my A-Z blogging a little differently this year. Since my April Camp NaNoWriMo novel deals heavily with suicide, and has many bit characters who require more back story planning than they do actual screen time, I decided to use their back stories for my blog post. Therefore, if you are sensitive to suicide, abuse, depression, anything like that, then it may be best to avoid my blog for the month. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy, and feel free to post constructive criticism. Most of these stories age going to be written on the fly, so I wouldn’t doubt a few of them will be kind of crappy. Thanks for reading! 🙂
Continuing from yesterday, I decided to write what happened next, thanks to the mix-up with Aria’s unwelcome match. I have to admit, this scene is one I’m looking forward to writing for real someday. It’ll be wonderful to get to it, and know all the major conflicts are over for them. That doesn’t mean there lives are perfect, mind you, but the problems after this are mostly doable. Mostly.
Anyway, as to be expected, having Sokola there added an extra layer of fin to this scene, and fixed a couple of problems Wren encounters in the real version. Specifically, making sure they get home while Mama’s reconnecting with Daddy. *wink wink* Enjoy the story, everyone! And I look forward to seeing you the last 2 days of the week.
Happy Pig Day,everyone (I have 10 minutes, so this is totally on time)! And, as anyone who may have been around for Pig Week last year, you know that this is the birthday of a few of my friend and my characters, as well as the first day of Pig Week, where we celebrate the adorable-ness of our favorite little piggy father-and-daughter duo. Totally not taking the idea from Sabrina’s first post of the week (I’m sorry, hon.I’ll be more original for the other 6 days), here’s the story of how Vaughn celebrated him birthday eve!
Hello, fellow Fictioneers and random bystanders alike! And Happy New Year. I thought this as good a time as any to get my blog going again, as well as get back into the swing of doing Friday Fictioneers! I must apologize that my story isn’t very happy, as is my style. It’s not exactly sad, either. It’s more just life. It has a slight language warning, but I don’t think it’s too bad. Just one word that I’m sure most of us hear once, maybe twice a day, at least. And, as always, it’s 100 words on the dot. I hope you enjoy it!
Once again, my dears, it is time for my story for Friday Fictioneers (whoo for accidental rhyming)! With the two FF stories I have read so far for this week both being inspired by the Fourth of July, I feel a bit out of place. But, I still feel as if it is relevant. After all, anyone living in central PA is probably aware of how much rain we’ve been getting, and hoe many flood watches there have been. I, personally, have no experience with evacuation (thank God), but have gotten pretty close to having to be during some of the hurricanes the past few years. U cannot imagine having to leave my home because of a natural disaster, but the sacrifices that such evacuations sometimes lead to are even harder to comprehend. With that, I leave you with my story, and hope you enjoy it, as well as wishing all Americans who read my post a very happy American Independence day!
I will admit now that I have no idea what the truck in this weeks photograph is, and welcome any clarification. To me, though, it looked like a blurry picture of a firetruck, which set off tons of questions in my head. Why did someone take this picture of an emergency vehicle? And what might cause it to be blurry(outside the obvious answers)? And, this is what popped into my head. Hope you enjoy it. 🙂
My friend and I are kind of weird. We support Zombie Rights. We believe that Zombies deserve the same rights as the living. This is an unpopular opinion, but we believe in it. Zombies are not the brain-hungry monsters we portray them to be; they’re simply confused and scared about why they died, and are then suddenly animated again. And, they get the craving for human flesh sometimes, but with the right support, they can overcome that craving. They have enough to deal with without the prejudice, so why give them more problems? Obviously,we don’t have a stake in this belief, as the only zombie we know personally is a fictional character. But, what if we did? What if you knew a zombie? What if, every day, you faced people talking about how zombies are mindless murderers, only to go home and care for your recently infected or reanimated family members? Would you be able to do it?