Song challenge: day 2

Hai guys! So, this is the second day of the song challenge, I was nominated by The_Great_Awesome. Here’s da rulez

  • Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
  • Post what the lyrics mean to you (optional).
  • Post the name of the song and video.
  • Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge

Right on Time by MattyB ft Ricky Garcia

I nominate Dumcheese

Crap, it’s stuck in my head now -on time, right on- stoppit!

Aerabeth, Chapter 1: Wrongful Conviction

I got the idea for this from a writing prompt on EmeraldPhoenix’s blog, The Realm of Writing. You should really check her stuff out! 😀


“I didn’t do it!” I scream. “I’m innocent!”

“Then explain how you were the only other person in the king’s chambers at the time of his murder!” The investigator hisses savagly, slamming his fist down on the table separating us.

“I don’t know!” I choke out. I’m crying now. Great.

Two green-clad guards lead me roughly into a small gray cell. There is a pair of heavy shackles hanging from the ceiling by two thick chains. In the corner of the room, there is a toilet without a lid, and a small bucket that looks like it hasn’t been washed in a very long time.

I stare for a moment, my eyes wide with shock. They can’t be putting me in here, there must be some mistake…

Nope. They unceremoniously shove me in without even bothering to take the gag out of my mouth. One of them laughs when I notice a scrape on my palm and start sobbing.

“You’d better be a lot tougher ‘n you look if you expect to survive down here,” the mean guard jeers. I try to think of a comeback but panic and anger cloud my mind. All I can do is scowl darkly and pretend his comment hasn’t affected me. But it has.

His words swirl toxically through my brain as the guards remove the gag from my mouth and fasten the chains to my wrists, and after they slam the think iron door behind them, locking me in. Even into what I can only judge to be night by the dim sound of heavy boots clattering past my cell, the words are still heavy on my mind.

The cold shackles bit into my wrists, now numb with pain. I hang my head wearily, which is the closest I can get to lying down. If only I could sleep, just for a little while. Sleep… pain courses through my body, jolting me cruelly awake. A small thought begins to form in my tired mind.

A little spark of hope

An idea that would’ve never crossed my mind before today

A way out


*Insert stupid self deprecating joke her*

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

Err, do you guys remember me?

Guys. Do you remember me? I don’t blame you if you don’t. After all, I’ve been gone for, um, over a month now. We know, get on with it Captian Obvious. Fine, geez. If you aren’t in a listen-to-a-randomgirl-on-the-internet-rant-about how-much-certain-brothers-suck mood, then you’re welcome to click away (actually, I’d really appreciate if you didn’t, cuz due to inactivity, stats are way down ;-; RAAAAAHHHH!!!).


SO, the oldest of my little brothers, weeeell, how do I put this delicately? Was directly related to the brutal and merciless destruction of our Wi-Fi cable. Ya’ see, we have all our school stuff, including the computer (which is occasionally used for skool), set up in the corner, and if you’re facing the computer, the Wi-Fi cable is hung upmalong the wall to your left. HOWEVER,  sometimes it slips out of the brackets, and ends up on the floor. WELL, this time (keep in mind, my brother is pretty much the only one that ever uses the CPU) not only did my *through teeth* L o V l Y  b R o T h E r  ignore the cord on the floor, he fricken SMASHED IT under the foot of his chair! And apparently the cable guy isn’t able to come until the 21st!! I know it was an accident, but DAMMIT it pretty much evaporated my online presence. You know what the the maddening cherry on this frustration sundae is? Our mom didn’t even yell at him. I know it’s wrong for me to want him to be punished and my mom to be angry, but srsly, she’s yelled at me for knocking something over (something literally almost unbreakable).

Forgive my childish outburst of rage, carry on with your online life, while I attempt to piece together the shattered remnants of mine. Cheers!


Don’t ever, ever, EVER let my brother near your Wi-Fi cable
(I know I already did my endnote thing, but just wanted to let you know I wrote a few more stories during my time in the prison I like to call internetlessness. I’ll post them over on my story and art blog, My Artistic Fluff)