He’s There for You

The Realm of Writing

Pain just might be a good thing.

Emmie, that’s crazy. Just delusional. Pain is not a good thing. Why would you think that?

These are probably the thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. But if you read on, things might start to make sense. Let’s take a look.

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I would do this myself, but I never have any good ideas XD

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Our Power Was Out for Two Days

I recently found out that the electricity in some parts of Florida came on before ours did

Yesterday we  just drove around for a few hours and my mom bought us some snacks, it was pretty fun.

Then today we just kinda sat around until the power came on at 5 XD

Anyway, did your power go out? If so, for how long?

I Wrote A Novel?! | #Snippets!

The Realm of Writing

So….

Camp NaNoWriMo YWP 2017.

Which I……

Finished?:o

I actually finished something!

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Credit

THE FOLLOWING MATERIAL IS COPYRIGHT 2017 EMERALDPHEONIX. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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Title: On the Wrong Side of the Bed

Total Word Count: 16147

Blurb:

Emryn Mathews is just a regular girl, as far as she knows. But when she receives an anonymous birthday present, everything changes. Emryn is sucked in to a crazy fantasy  world where unicorns are considered ‘normal,’ and magic is used in just about everything.

In order to get home, Emryn and her new friends must embark on a dangerous quest to find the Silver Stone and go back home. But someone is sabatogig their mission. Can they get to the top before it’s to late?

And I know that the very bad blurb is leaving you hanging in suspense, not so I’ll give you…

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Memories

I’m reposting this cause why not XD

There are millions and millions of universes, each one only lasting a second at a time, yet forever ongoing and inescapable, forever being lived through, yet never acknowledged.

A little girl once said “there are only two types of memories, regrets, and accomplishments.” 

Later, she discovered it to be untrue, and she developed another philosophy “memories are neither good nor bad, but simply there, taking up space for no reason at all.”

The girl continued to live, to grow, and her belief in both of her previous hypothesis weakened. She realised that, there can be no explanation for it, not everything needs a reason to be. Her understating grew, yet she did not act upon it, but instead satisfied herself with living and being.

If you didn’t catch on, the girl is me. I have a problem where I tend to over think things, but sometimes there is no explanation.

Grace

What to Do When You’re Bored

  1. Grab a snack, preferably potato chips.
  2. Yell at yourself for eating all the potato chips yesterday (dun worry, it’s not your fault, the voices made you do it)
  3. Cry for a few minutes because there’s no potato chips.
  4. Suck it up and open the *shudder* tortilla chips. They’re not as good which is why there’s still some left, but they’ll have to do.
  5. Open a good book and get to reading.
  6. Realize you don’t like this book because your favorite character dies in the end, even though it totally wasn’t nescessary.
  7. Crap… You forgot that you donated all your favorite books to GoodWill last month because of that inspirational commercial about under-privilaged kids.
  8. Screw reading! You’ll just work out to burn off all those chips you ate yesterday.
  9. Watch inspirational work out video to get motivated.
  10. Click link to a cute video about a chubby kitten chasing its tail.
  11. Get lost down the rabbit hole of YouTube
  12. Look at the clock and realize you’ve been watching YT videos for 5 hours.
  13. Sit in the bathtub for an hour reconsidering your life choices.
  14. Get out of the bathtub because your fingers and toes are starting to get all pruny and pruny fingers suck
  15. Watch TV until your fingers have un-pruned.
  16. Groan because someone has taken the TV to watch wrestling. Stupid wrestling.
  17. Open Hanguts to talk to your friends. They’re always fun!
  18. Oh shit, her dog died. You send an awkward “Sorry about that” and shut off your laptop.
  19. Well at least it’s late enough to got to bed now.
  20. You get in bed.
  21. Oh no. *chirp chirp*
  22. It can’t be. *chirp*
  23. THERE’S A FUCKING CRICKET RIGHT OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW

Idek XD

Irony

I have recently examined the posts that have been published on my blog in the past, and I have found that out of all of those, some of the most popular ones were the ones that had been written by a guest author. And from this I have have concluded that I am a total boss at picking guest authors!

But seriously, how ironic is it that I’m not even the best author on my own blog XD

Here, Have a Dog Story

Once again I was inspired by a writing prompt on EmeraldPhoenix’s blog 😀

Anyway, it’s a story about a dog that was abused but gets saved by a kid… So basically I rewrote Shilo XD

I heard the soft crunch of grass beneath my feet as I strolled through the park. I felt happy, I felt free, I felt…

Then I turned around and all the happiness drained from my body.

Then I saw him.

My owner, Ben. I shivered as memories of being kicked, thrown, and left chained to a small wooden post for days without food flashed through my mind. Yesterday I finally escaped. But now he had come looking for me.

Now he was going to take me back. I let out a frantic yelp, making one last cry for help before he chained me up again in that horrible shed. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, flinching at the blow that would surely come as punishment for being a bad girl. But it never came. Instead of the expected thwack of Ben’s boot hitting my ribs, I heard a low growl.

I opened my eyes the slightest bit, wondering why the painful blow had not come. A large golden retriever stood poised protectively over me, baring his teeth fiercely. Ben raised his leg to kick my protector, but a voice stopped him, a girl’s voice.

“Hey!” The voice said. “Are you trying to kick my dog?!”

Ben lowered his foot and cleared his throat nervously. “No, miss, of course not”

“Then what are you doing?”

“Well, uh, yesterday my puppy got loose, a little black mutt. She seems to have taken a liking to your golden retriever.”

The girl paused and looked around for a moment, I assume to find me. “I don’t see any dog here other than mine.”

I barked timidly, hoping to catch to girl attention so she would protect me, should my current guard fail. The girl finally noticed me. She scooped me up and examined my body, frowning when she saw the bruises on my ribs from being kicked. “This dog looks like it hasn’t eaten in days, you said she’s only been missing since yesterday! And there are bruises all over her!”

“She was always a naturally lean puppy, the day away must’ve just spent up all her extra energy. As for the bruises, she probably got into a fight with some bigger dogs, she’s a feisty little one. I’ll just be taking her back now, no need to apologize for the misunderstanding.”

He took a few steps forward, arms outstretched to take me away. I whined and hid my face in my paws. The girl backed away slightly, hugging me a little closer. “Hey, I don’t see any tags on her. I wanna see some papers or something.”

Ben seemed surprised. “Miss, let’s be reasonable. Why would I be going after such a scrawny little mutt if it weren’t mine?” I could sense from the sound of his voice that he was starting to get angry. The other dog could sense it too. He barked loudly, pushing Ben a few more steps away.

“Well even if she is yours, I can tell by how scared she is that you’re not a good owner. I could call the cops and you’d go to jail for animal cruelty!”

That really scared him. “All right, all right, she’s not mine! Now call off your dog and leave the cops out of this.”

“Grover, heel.” The girl commanded, walking away from Ben with a satisfied smirk. Grover gave one last angry growl and did as she said. I looked over the girl’s shoulder and watched Ben slink away, defeated.

As soon as Ben was out of earshot, the girl sat dog on a bench. “Hey there girl, my name’s Laura.” she said gently, stroking me behind the ears. I licked her face happily, making her laugh. “I can tell we’re going to be good friends.” Grover put his head in her lap and whined dejectedly.

“And you and Grover too. I almost forgot, I’ve gotta’ give you a name. Let’s see…” Laura furrows her brow thoughtfully for a moment. “I think I’m going to call you Lily! Do you like it?” I bark in a agreement and wag my tail. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then?” Laura says with a laugh.