Thin Ice

This is one of my best stories, because, unlike most, I don’t cringe when I read it. Lol just kidding.

 

   “Waaaoooooh!” Jayme says loudly, her face twisted into a frustrated 

knot. Her feet are wedged into a too-small pair of ice skates, and she is 

struggling to stay up. She glances towards her friends, Oliver and

 Melissa, to see how they’re doing. They are gliding side by side 

gracefully across the ice. They make it look so easy. 

   “Hey Jayme, you okay?” Melissa shouts from the other side of the 

frozen pond.

   “Let’s see, my skates are too small, I can’t skate, and you guys deserted 

me… No I’m doing just peachy!”. Melissa makes a slightly offended face, 

and bursts out laughing. 

   “I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then?”. Jayme nods 

grumpily and crosses her arms over her chest, then begins sliding 

forward on the ice. Melissa and Oliver glide over to her, and each puts 

one of her arms over their shoulders.

Jayme pulls a a face and says, “I’d rather go to school on a Saturday 

than do that again.” 

  “Stop being so obstinate. Sheesh, girls.” Oliver cuts in.

Melissa punchs him in the arm “Shut up, stupid.”. Oliver looks hurt by 

his girlfriend’s insult, but he quckly recovers and decides that he 

probably should “shut up”. Aftere a while Jayme feels Oliver reaching 

behind her back to tug Melissa’s hair playfully. 

  “Hey loverboy, concentrate will ya’, or I’ll pull your hair.”.

He looks at her innocently and pulls his hand back, pretending nothing

 happened, then begins whistling. 

   “Good boy, we’re on land now, so if you’d like you can walk next to 

your girlfriend. Unless of course you’re enjoying 

my company?” She bats her eyes flirtatiously. 

   “Oh, uuhhm, what to do what to-” He quickly goes behind her and

 begins to walk with Melissa, 

flashing back a smirky grin. Melissa laughs at him and says 

  “You’re so cute, this is why I kept you.”.

Jayme pretends to puke and Oliver sticks out his tongue at her. 

   “Melissa, I find your taste in guys appalling.”. 

   “What about my taste in guys?” Oliver says jokingly.

   “I find you appalling.” she replies. He whines like a puppy “But I’m adorable.”. 

   “Yes you are.” says Melissa in a sweet voice.

 


I hope I don‘t regret this.

-Grace

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The Blue Sky Tag

I’m literally so late doing this. Sorry Tony. I probably should’ve just pretended that I forgot about it… BUT, I will not make a voluntary effort to further my status as “that” friend. SO, I was nominated by OY30 (thanks dude!). 

Anyways *darn my lazy copy paste habits*, the rules are:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Answer the 11 questions.
  3. Tag some people.
  4. Give your nominees 11 questions to answer.

Answers to Tony’s questions:

1Favorite quote?

Book: The Hunger Games

“Then suddenly, as I was suggesting that I take over the daily snare run, he took my face in his hands and kissed me…

…’I had to do that. At least once.’ And he was gone.”  I CAN FEEL YOU JUDGING ME THROUGH THE SCREEN STOP IT

2. What do you prefer: movies or tv shows?

DON’T MAKE ME CHOOOSE. Movies.

3. What’s your idea of a perfect night?

Curled up in the back of a van (relax, I mean ours) chatting with my friends on Hangouts, gently falling asleep to the rocking of the van. I travel a lot.

4. Who was your first crush?

I’ve had the same one since Kindergarten *embarrassment*. I’m a commited person. 

5. What is something you can’t stand watching?

Someone biting a piece of string in half. *shudder* I’m cringing just thinking about it. I feel like I’m the only person in the entire world with this weird fear XD

6. What is something you love watching?

You know those thing on Animal Planet where they show fast forwarded footage of a field of flowers blooming? I LOVE THOSE. 

7. Are you happy?

Probably considerably more so than most people. 

8.What has life taught you?

If life gives you brothers, it probably has mixed emotions about you.

9. Describe yourself in two words.

Girl. Me.

10. Do you regret anything from your life?

Yes. If there was list it would be 15 pages long single spaced.

11. What do you hate the most about people?

Narrow mindedness. Arguements with those kind of people are so frustrating.

Nominees: 

Anyone who sees this and hasn’t already been nominated because I have no idea who has already done it.

Questions: 

  1. Would you rather lie to a government official or shave your head?
  2. Favorite food?
  3. What is your ideal best friend like?
  4. Worst pet peeve?
  5. If you HAD to tell your crush that you like them, how would you do it?
  6. Worst dad joke you’ve ever heard?
  7. Do you have siblings?
  8. Miraculous Ladybug, yay or nay?
  9. How many awards have you been nominated for?
  10. When did you stop watching things like Sponge Bob?
  11. Happiest moment?



I’m sorrry dude

Space

This is a poem about outer space.

It’s an ongoing, endless, asteroid-filled place .

If you get lost there, you wont’t get back home.

Space is just right for people who love being alone.

Am I one of those people? It’s a question you might ask.

I’m gonna’ run away to outer space, and most likely not come back.

As I started to pack my bags, I heard a voice inside my head,

‘Don’t run away yet’ the voice has said,

‘You’ve family, and talent and money and friends,

why would you want all of that to come to an end?’

‘You make an extremly convincing case,

but here’s why I want to get out of this place,

on Earth there’s pollution, starvation and war.’

‘I never thought about it quite that way before,

perhaps you’re correct’, says the voice in my head.

I’ve been talking so long, now I must go to bed,

but maybe tomorrow I’ll run away,

at least I probably will someday.

New Story



Chapter 1


Prelude


Chloe shivers and hugs her purple and green striped comforter close.  She stares out the frosty window anxiously, hoping to catch a glimps of her grandmother’s little red Volvo. The doorbell chimes loudly, as if to say “I haven’t got all day!” Chloe stumbles out of bed, and trips over a half used box of chalk sticks. She rights herself, and rushes to the door.

“Who is it?” Chloe asks cautiously, doing her best to sound like

an adult, as her mother had taught her to do before letting anyone inside the house.

“It’s me dear, Grandma Ellie.”

“If it’s really you, then, uh, what’s my favorite color?”

“Blue and red, but you can’t decide so you always say that it’s

purple.”

The door flys open, and Chloe throws herself into her grandmother. The old woman chuckles and sets down her parcel on the coffee table. 

           “What say we have some cocoa?” She says with a laugh.

           “Oh yes Grandma, let’s!”

Grandma hums cheerfully and pours water into the shiny kettle on the stove. Chloe’s watches intently, and scribbles something in her notepad.

           “Why, what are you doing dear?”

           “I’m talking notes so I can make cocoa like you.”

           “Aw, that’s my smart girl. Just remember, don’t handle boiling water without me or your mommy’s help, okay?”

Chloe nods, and continues to jot down her notes. When the cocoa is finally finished, Grandma pours some into her own large black mug, and Chloe’s purple cup. She hands Chloe’s cup to her carefully, and smiles as the little girl blows on her cocoa.

           “Now dear, nothing goes better with cocoa than a story! Which one would you like to hear?”

“Tell me about the magic forest Grandma Ellie!” Chloe  exclaims,

while spinning around in her seat excitedly.

“Of course dear. Would you like to sit with me?” Grandma sits

down slowly, and motions for Chloe to sit in her lap. Chloe nods and perches comfortably in her grandmother’s lap.

“There is a magical forest, and to the naked eye, it seems all but

uninhabited. But if you take a closer look, you’ll see that it’s full of life. There is all manner of magical creatures, Unicorns, Pheonix, Elves, Fairies, you name it. The sprites live in small huts constructed from grass and mud, near the streams and brooks that snake through the forest. The trolls prefer to take refuge underground, because their skin is quite sensitive to sunlight, and though it is rather uncomfortable for them, they won’t turn to stone. The fairies inhabit the glade, the elves the riverbanks, the centaurs the thicket, and of course there are a few animals dotted over each section of the forest. Each creature lives with their own respective species, and rarely ever makes contact with any other type of creature but their own. But once a month, on the full moon, this still forest awakens, and all the creatures that live in it reveal themselves so as to soak up the moonrays that give them life. Every creature, great and small, young and old, gather around the sacred stone, called the Receiving Stone, which marks the center of the forest to absorb the moonbeams. Everyone is at peace with one another.”.

     Chloe gazes excitedly at her grandmother, her silver gray eyes shining with anticipation.

“You’ve been there, haven’t you. Will you take me there?”.

Grandma smiles and brushes a loose strand of hair out of Chloe’s eyes.

“Yes Chloe, in fact, I used to visit there quite frequently, but I

remember it like it was yesterday. I’m sorry dear, I can’t take you there. At least, not now. But maybe someday when you’re older…” Her voice trails off, and her gaze glazes over like that of a person deep in thought.

~~~


“CHARA! CHARA GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”. The small, 

sandy-haired elf boy sticks his tongue out at the fuming woman behind him, and sprints toward the crescent-moon shaped rock that marks the center of the forest.

“No, I want to make the Receiving Stone glow! You never let me

go near it except for on Lun’e, it’s not fair!”.

He angrily pulls out a small, blue amulet, and pushes it into the hole at the top of the Receiving Stone. He steps back, and watches excitedly as the magical rock begins to light up. The elven woman catches up to him, and begins scolding him angrily.

“Chara, I told you not to touch that, what were you thinking?!”

She then notices the Receiving Stone lit up brightly, and a look of fear crosses her face. Chara gives her a satisfied smirk, which fades from his face quickly when he sees his mother’s frightened expression.

“Mother, what’s wrong?” Mother looks down at him, and tells him to go to the house.


“Why are you scared?” .

“Chara, just go. Please, for your own safety.”


She then turns, and shoves him towards the house. Chara runs 

inside and stands on his tiptoes to look out the window at his mother. 

He sees her bend over and attempt to remove the amulet, before a 

bright flash of light blinds him, causing him to fall backwards. When he 

comes to, he rushes out to his mother, who is collapsed near the 

cracked Receiving Stone. He shakes her shoulders, desperately hoping 

that she isn’t just asleep, that if he shakes hard enough and yells loudly 

enough, she will open her eyes and tell him that everything is okay. But 

deep inside, he knows that she never will. He curls up next to her body, 

and clutches her cold hand tightly. I’m really alone now 



You may be wondering why I posted this on here. I have a good reason. This site actually has followers! Sorry bout that. Anyway, *poo* hope you liked the story! (Even though I’m an amateur and write like one)




LBS #2

Surprise, this one is about my brother that actually has good qualities! Muh baby bro.

So E and I made a little nest out of our couch cushions and blankets and 

stuff, and baby bro, who shall henceforth be known as J, was super 

happy with it. But of course P came in and took it apart to make J a 

house. Which doesn’t really work because J hates enclosed spaces. Here 

comes the cute part (In mah opinion). J basically said “Why did you take 

apart my birb nest?” It. Was. Adorable. EVERYONE SHOULD TELL THEIR

 PARENTS TO BUY A BABY BROTHER/SIS FROM THE BABY STORE. 

RIGHT. NOW. ‘Cause that’s how it works, parents pick out their baby 

from the baby store. 

(Oh, and eventually P put J’s birb nest back together, so happy ending for everyone.)

“Stay healthy, go to bed, and wear your seatbelt.” 

Let’s Rant About Jurassic World

Warning: don’t take this too seriously

While the rest of the Jurassic Park movies had some similar flaws, this one in particular piqued my hatred the most



*deep breath* Jurassic World lovers, clear out. Now. Still here? Okay then, you brought this on yourself. 

A few thing I dislike about this movie

  1. The people who created the Indominus Rex (did I misspell that?) Are dumb. “Oh gee, what could possibly go wrong if you combine brains and brawn in a 50 foot tall bloodthirsty reptilian package. And while we’re making sure there’s no possible way to escape this mutant killing machine, why don’t we give it the powers of a chameleon, just in case we didn’t already seal the deal on our terrifying and immanent death.”
  2. The people who visit the park are dumb. NOT A SINGLE ONE OF THEM IS TERRIFIED BY AN ALLIGATOR SHARK (not entirely clear on what it is exactly) THE SIZE OF A FUCKING HOUSE, OR ANY OF THE OTHER ASSORTED CARNIVOROUS SPECIMENS WHO COULD RIP THEM TO SHREDS IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE. IS NO ONE ELSE CONCERNED BY THE MENTAL STATE OF THESE PEOPLE?!
  3. At the part where the rangers or whatever find the IR’s tracker, (and four of them get killed) Clair basically just says, “Well shit, we’re never gonna be able to open the park again.” Yep, no big deal, 4 dudes just got slaughtered, but it don’t matter, there just side characters anyways *bleh*. 

    Yeah… The rest is basically just variations of these things. I know I might be reacting a little to strongly to this, but tell me that these things don’t even drive you crazy just a tiny bit. Swear to me!

    Cheerio, off to my midafternoon dinosaur feeding

    One of the Most Satisfying Moments of My Life (and Some Embarrassing Shit to Even it Out)

    This just came to mind, I thought I’d share it because it was one of my best moments ( I don’t have many). 

    Anywayyyy, *holy shiz* last month on Easter, I made lemon cookies and brought them to my grandparent’s house for everyone, cause manners. Everybody liked them, even my grandpa, who, truth be told, hardly likes anything! CAN IT GET ANY BETTER? YES IT CAN. The next day, he called especially to tell me that he brought the leftovers to work and everybody loved them! 


    Now an embarrassing story, because obviously it wouldn‘t be right for me to leave on a high.
    So when I was at camp last year, the way it worked was you get there on

     Monday, the boy’s swim test is on Tuesday, and the girls go on 

    Wednesday. The entire first half of the week, I was super pumped for 

    the swim test, cause even people who suck at swimming and can’t go in 

    water deeper than 4′ 8″ can pass the test *sarcasm*. You know what’s 

    coming. I failed. Twice. The first time, the lady fished me out and asked 

    if I wanted to try again. I guess almost drowning numbs your brain, *or

     my brain is always numb* cause I said yes. And she had to fish me 

    out again. Couldn’t possibly have gotten any worse, right? WRONG. Not 

    only was I the one girl who failed the test, I had to make things worse 

    and cry about it. In front of everybody. That was the most  

    embarrassing moment of my entire life. For now. But I’m okay, I’m fine. *grins and dies a little inside*




    *Just to clarify, I never learned to swim when I was little, and when I finally was taught *cough a month before I went to camp cough*, I only learned the bare basics.

     

    Never fear, people of WordPress, for I shall never run out of embarrassing stories as long as I live

    Conversations with little kids are so awkward for me

    I have ‘nother video! *runs around in a circle like a demented chicken* 

    My vooooooicee is so… Me. Blech. Anyways, *shuddup stupid dude in 

    my head* the song was about my internal battle between good and evil. 

    Silver water represents good, my guardian angel, and such things that 

    aren’t in the habit of murdering people. Darkness/poisen is the devil, 

    evil and my own sinful nature. I get that some of you guys aren’t really 

    into that type of thing, so don’t think differently about me because of it,

     it’s just my own personal opinion.


    RANDOM STORY ‘BOUT MAH LIFE

    Happened Recently Edition


    So I was sitting on a bench in Walmart and waiting for my mom to finish the shopping. This little boy maybe 3 or 4 years old came up to me and asked me a bunch of questions. I could barely understand, him being 4 and all, so after each question I would stare into space stupidly for like 30 seconds trying to figure out what he said, and eventually either shake my head no or answer hesitantly. By the time he left I’m pretty sure another person had been drafted into the ranks of people who think I’m an idiot. BOTTOM LINE, I even suck at talking to people whose brains are scientifically proven to be slightly less developed than my own, but ‘science’ can be proven wrong!

    ANYWAY *25¢*, we’re having s’mores tonight! *beatboxes awkwardly*


    Nothing to say here folks, move along

    I FINALLY got Kindle

    Hi there people who are probably on the verge of driving me out of town with torches and pitchforks. Anyway *sigh*, I finally got around to downloading Kindle, mainly because a lot of our books got lost when we moved. 

    I might post reviews of a few of the books I downloaded, but since we’ve already established the fact that I have very poor follow through, I’m going to assume everyone’s aware that it’s highly unlikely to actually happen. 

    RANDOM DAILY WORD DISCUSSION: Cabbage

    Cabbage. It’s like, uh, green, and leafy, and… Stuff *mumbles incoherently*. Also, I’m one of the few people I know who like it. I’M NOT A LETTUCE CHOMPING VEIGGIE LOVER! *10 minute long flashback that only I can see*

    I’mma go eat lettuce- er, normal kid stuff!

    I have a complicated relationship with salad

    LBS #1

    Haaaay, I decided to make my Little Bro Stories into a series!

     

    WARNING: If you don’t like reading stories about puke, please click away

     

    So anyway *jammit*, we were bored, and my second youngest bro, we’ll call him E, dare my oldest little bro, P, to chug down a cup of soy sauce. Well, P got that down all right (surprisingly), and we were looking for something else to make him drink. We almost made him drink Liquid Smoke (a brand of oven cleanser, I think), because the packaging made it look like it was hotsauce. So, after we almost gave P poisen, we found the olive oil. He took one sip, but looked all right, so we dared him to drink more. Guess what he does next? CHUG DOWN A WHOLE CUP OF PURE MOTHERFUCKING OLIVE OIL. Yeah, you see where I’m going with this? Anyyyyyywai *ha ha, doesn’t count XP*, P puked it and the entire contents of his stomach up pretty quickly. Oh, and it gets better. Guess where he puked? ON TOP OF EVERY SINGLE ONE OF OUR DISHES. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. There will be the faint scent of stomach acid and partially digested food gracing the table for every one of our next 10 meals. Also, he puked some more in the toilet. And didn’t flush. E was the next person to go in there. Ever since then he’s looked like somebody hit him it the face with a raw fish and then made him eat it. Weird comparison, but you’d get it if you could see him.

    Not exactly essential to the story, but somehow there was pieces of chicken in there. Which is creepy. Because the last time we ate meat was a month ago. In the middle of April. A month ago.

    Anyway, moral of the story is: Never drink a cup of pure olive oil, it will jack you up.

    Also, I apologize sincerely to everybody who reads this