Day 5: A story revolving around an object in your room

*Sigh*

It’s another day where I’m just hanging against the wall. You don’t notice me as much as you did when you first put me up here. You look at me from time to time, but the looks are fleeting. All you do is poke and prod at me when you need to. It hurts. It always does. Those punctures will never heal and you just seem to keep at it. There are times where you impale your unknowing and innocent victims against me. You’re a monster, but I love you and I’m here to serve only you. Other people have impaled other victims on me, but I resent that. Only you have the right to be near me.

No matter how painful some days may get, I still long for the moments you stare at me. The satisfaction I see in your eyes as you rearrange the victims on me. I feel loved when you fill me with your impaling instruments. It just means that you need me and I’m here to help.

Ahh, the life of a cork board is not that easy. I pity those papers and those pushpins really hurt. My mind is twisted at times, just hanging here, waiting to hold your important notices and be of use.

What a sad, masochistic object! Haha.

Be inspired everyone! That was my challenge for the day!

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Day 4: A poem using the words: blue, mistrust, half, twang (Sorry, not a poem!)

Alright, another thing. I am terrible at poetry and I have no plans of doing any of the poetry challenges. Instead of a poem, I’ll be making short stories or blobs of things I can consider as “creative writing”. Moving on… today’s challenge!

Her blue eyes shined through the dreary grey that surrounded us. High school is a bitch. It’s the worst time to be awkward and a loner. She was one of them, the outcasts. The dull weather did not help the low feelings showing in her eyes. I observed her from afar because I was an awkward loner as well. It’s not that I was a stereotypical geek or nerd. I kept the athletic half of my high school life away from the spotlight and the academic half for all to see.

Enough about me.

Mistrust, it’s the one thing I’ve always seen in her eyes. I’ve always wondered why that was so. I learned she was a transfer student during our freshman year, but still two years later, she’s still alone and miserable. She walked along the halls like a ghost. No one ever noticed her or even pushed her aside. It was like she did not exist to anyone, except for me. I wanted to know her, but I was too afraid to talk to her.

It was after class and like everyday, my mind was focused on her. I went to the unused auditorium located at the far end of our school. I spent my afternoons there whenever the drama club had no productions to work on, which was not very often. It was one of my rare escapes. Luckily, someone left a guitar on the stage. It was one of my guilty pleasures. Only my family knew that I played the guitar. They were all too familiar with my fear of performing.

I held the guitar in my hands, feeling the smooth wood and the tight strings. I closed my eyes and started to play. In my mind, I could see her. Those blue eyes, the soft brown hair, and the delicate face were what filled my mind as I listed to the twang of each guitar string I plucked.

As my fingers slowly came to a stop, the images of her faded away into black. I was left with my own thoughts and the guitar in my hands. I felt the longing for her. It was driving me mad, but my own fears and insecurities held me back. I sighed, opening my eyes and putting the guitar back where I found it.

“That was beautiful.”

I turned around with a snap, not expecting anyone to be in here, but I relaxed when I was met with a familiar pair of blue eyes. The blue eyes I’ve longed for so long.

I hope this was acceptable for my challenge entry for the day!

Be inspired!

 

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Day 2: Write a Fanfiction

The blond haired Slytherin prefect made his way down one of the nameless and numerous moving staircases. The two buffoons that were always with him were somehow not at his side. He took his time going down each step, feeling more and more vulnerable without his sidekicks at his side. Everyone thought he was just a weakling that hid behind his friends. If only they knew how true it was, then it would mean he was nothing.

The sound of falling books broke his pitiful reverie. His eyes immediately locked on the brown, frizzy hair of the only girl in the whole school who made him cry, Hermione Granger.

“Need some help, Granger?” Continue reading

Terrible, just terrible!

I honestly suck as a blogger! The last leg of my master’s degree is one hell of a ride. It’s been keeping me stressed and blank on my writing! The 2nd anniversary of my blog is coming up next month. By then, I hope to be free to write as I wish. I’m planning to do a 30-day writing challenge starting on my blog’s anniversary. If anyone would like to suggest a great 30-day challenge, it would be greatly appreciated. I prefer one that requires you to write short stories or something similar to that. Well, I’ll post again next month and be more consistent, hopefully.

Be inspired!

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A Solution to Writer’s Block! (Think Again?)

Read books! Right? Well, not really… for me anyway.

In the span of about a week, I read 5 books, The Infernal Devices Trilogy, I Am Number Four: The Secret Histories, and The Fall of Five. I admit I’m a very fast reader, but that’s not the focus of my post. I haven’t been able to write anything for my projects in more than a month, which is also why I’ve been neglecting my blog (shame on me). Well, after a month of sulking and staring at my unfinished projects, I decided to purge myself with a shopping spree of books. My mom was halfway to livid, but she decided to let me be (yay me!).

It did not really get rid of my writer’s block. It might just end up in an adapted form of the books I just read, which is very bad ¬†form in my opinion. It did, however, get my drive back on track. Reading these 5 books put me back in the frame of mind that I do want to get my ideas out into the published world.

The book reviews will follow, I promise!

Be inspired!

Just a quick note:

September 10 is World Suicide Prevention Day, so do your part to prevent suicide from happening. Be a friend and you might just be able to save a life. Who knows, maybe that life will be the reason the world becomes a better place.

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Dreams and Fantasies.

As writers and soon-to-be published authors, what dreams or fantasies do you have?

Personally, I would daydream about seeing a book I wrote in the hands of one of my idols. They don’t have to be writers just as long as I admired them, someone famous or well-known. It would be one of the things I really don’t imagine happening. It’s lame for a daydream, but I think any of us would faint at the sight of Ms. JK Rowling walking up to you and asking you to sign a copy of your book for her. I think these little fantasies help us to push ourselves to write and get a little step closer to getting our books on those bookstore shelves.

I’ve been pretty blank with what to blog on and I’ve just been having “brainfarts”, but I’m glad I’m not blank on what to write in my books. I’ve been writing a lot and I hit the 50,000-word mark on my second manuscript. I feel good about it.

Just keep on writing. Be inspired.

 

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Hello Wall…

Yes, I am saying hello to a wall because I’m having writer’s block… again! I am currently on vacation, which will last for only 8-10 days. I want to get back to writing, but I am stuck. I’ve juggled my projects around to get my juices flowing. I still have nothing. So, I tried going away from writing, like catching up on my T.V. shows and reading list. This still had no effect on my writer’s block. It did not move an inch.

I hope this clears up before my vacation ends.

Be inspired everyone!

 

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