Announcements, Short Stories


Ah, the week has finally come. I have worked twelve long years to reach this week. Graduation! How sweet the word sounds when I say it, except for when I think about the ceremony I have to attend to get it over with. My graduating class is made up of about 420 other nervous, motivationless teenagers like myself. I think the part I dread most about the whole thing is that, because my last name starts with a “V”, I have to sit in a chair, my heart racing for eternity, while I wait to be called. I know I’m getting a medal at graduation. Will I trip on the stage? Will I look a complete dork when I walk across it? Will I be able to stand my principal long enough to let him hand me my diploma? Will I cry? I can see all of the worst-scenario events happening.

Granted, I’m probably making way too big a deal out of this, but it is probably the biggest event I’ve ever been a part of, and I want it to go quickly and according to plan, whatever the plan may be. Also, my school colors are purple and yellow, and my gown is a giant purple blob. It is not a dull purple either: more like a neon purple, if there is such a thing. I feel like a giant eggplant going to sing in a choir when I wear it, minus the green and the choir book. Oh well, no one said I had to look pretty. Who came up with the acceptable graduation attire anyway? You’ve got to admit, graduation caps look pretty silly if you think about it. Who just decided that wearing a giant, cardboard square on the top of your head was attractive, or that it marked scholarly achievement? I just don’t understand it.

Well, I imagine I’ll be able to tell you all about how it went in a couple of days, if you’re interested, so stay tuned. There’s sure to be wonderful tails of embarrassment coming! :p

Short Stories


Children are certainly one of life’s most interesting wonders. They are all very different, but somehow manage to also be very much alike.

For example, almost all of them have disgustingly repulsive habits, are remarkably rebellious between the ages of two and four, and have very strong opinions about which food should be considered untouchable, and toxic to the human body. Their differences are much more profound. Some children I’ve met are undoubtedly more intelligent than I, and are happiest when left alone to observe the world around them. Others, well… sometimes I wonder if they were born without a brain. Usually they grow one, but sometimes kids are just space cadets.

Here are two real-life examples of kids that I have known, kids who I would venture to say are polar opposites. The first, a girl, was around eight years old when I made her acquaintance. She attended the same K-12 school as I, and, since there were only about ninety students, I saw her often. She had frizzy, dark brown hair, some sort of skin condition that caused her to contract acne-like bumps around her mouth, and a princess-like demeanor about her that suggested that she thought the world revolved around her. So far, she sounds about normal right? Just you wait.

Every Friday before school began, our entire student body would gather in a half-court gym and listen to a bible study that our principal would deliver. It was specially tailored for the attention span of adolescents and small children, and our principal did his best to allow time for interaction with the audience. He might ask a first grader to answer a question, then move on to a high school student for some deeper insight.  Now that you have a better understanding of the circumstances, enter stage right the little girl I told you about just a moment ago. My principal loved to ask her thought provoking questions, because she was what one might call a mind-wanderer. It was as if her thoughts were not linked to the information being presented to her, and she would answer the questions with answers that were as random as they could possibly be. For example, my principal may have once asked if being asked by God to stand in front of a giant like David was would have been scary, she might have replied,  “We got a new cat, and she likes to purr!”

There is one other such instance which I can remember quite clearly concerning the little girl. She was on her way to the restroom, which wasn’t very much of a way to go, considering that our entire school consisted of one hallway with two branches. However, on her way there, she turned and began to study the wall and talk to herself, then began looking up at the ceiling. One of my teachers asked her what she was doing, and she promptly replied that she had gotten lost. In short, this little girl most definitely fits into the category I label as “space-cadet”.

The other child I would like to tell you about is a boy. He is seven years old. I was in charge of babysitting him one evening, as I am so often assigned to do, so I decided to make the best out of it and get to know him. Upon having only a brief conversation with him, I realized that he was brilliant. His vocabulary well exceeded his years, and he used the words with perfect understanding of what they meant and where they were to be placed in conversation. I was, to say the least, impressed. At some point in the evening, I told him how old I was. He looked at me as I told him, and nodded his head. Later, I put on a movie that I had a great fondness for, as it was one that I watched several times when I was little. I told him that it had been the first movie I ever went to see in theaters and gave him a year to go along with it. He averted his gaze from the movie and, within thirty seconds, had done the math in his head to be able to tell me how many years ago it had been since I first went to the movie theater. He is only seven! Needless to say, this kid is practically a genius; hence, he falls into the smart-kid category.

That is all I have to share with you today, but I do hope you enjoyed my insight on children, and hope that you’ll let me know if you did. Also, please, if you have any ideas for blog posts that you’d like to read, let me know. Have a great Sunday!


Flip-Flop Phantom

It is silent, all is quiet in the dark

I can hear him coming down the hall; there is his trademark

Flip, flop, scurt, squeak

Flip-flop phantom


I am frightened, all is still

I can feel his presence in the room; bring shudders down my spine he will

Flip, flop, scurt, squeak

Flip-flop phantom


The sound stops, I feel a stare on me

I am chilled to the bone; whoever’s there my eyes cannot see

Flip, flop, scurt, squeak

Flip-flop phantom


Worried for my own security, wondering who I will find

I switch on the light; upon him will brightness finally shine

Flip, flop, scurt, squeak

Flip flop phantom


No longer is there fear, silence is calm

I am embarrassed; sweat is wiped from my palms

Flip, flop, scurt, squeak

Flip-flop phantom






Advice of the Day 4/23/17

Again, instead of a prompt of the day, I am going to offer just a small tidbit of wisdom. In writing my book, I’ve found that some of the worst work I’ve ever done was a result of my trying to rush things. If I am determined to get a set amount of pages completed in such and such a time, for example, I usually find that the quality of my work is far less than average. Now, I’m not speaking for every writer, and I admit that there is more than one way to write a book, but it is my personal opinion that having a very loose deadline when writing your first book is best. Also, when I say that rushing things results in poor writing, that includes rushing dialogue and scenes. If you are cutting out valuable emotion and insight just so you can get to the “good stuff”, you probably won’t be satisfied with your work later on. Keep re-reading what you’ve already written, the good quality writing; look back to the last chapters. Even if you know your story inside out and it feels like you’ve re-read it a thousand times, and trust me, sooner or later it will feel like that, keep doing it. It helps to ensure consistency in your writing and keeps you on track with what the overall feel of your book should be. Then, if you have to cut down on a particularly long and unnecessary scene later on, you can do it confidently, knowing that there is enough emotion or scene elaboration before or after the chunk that you’re cutting out.

In conclusion, I would like to note that you may not agree with my advice at all, and that’s perfectly alright. 🙂 Like I said, there is more than one way to write a book. Please, if you find something that you do or don’t agree with, let me know, because sooner or later, I will probably be at the same stage that you are in writing, and I might come to find that my own advice isn’t working as well as it once did before.

Advice, Writing Prompts

Advice of the Day 4/22/17

Instead of a prompt of the day like I usually do, I’d like to take a moment to say something that pertains to, specifically, book writing. As I’ve probably mentioned before, my friend and I are co-authoring with each other, and have been for about two years now. Today I have had a tremendous amount of inspiration, or at least, inclination to write. I want to encourage those of you who are completely stumped on what to do right now in your novel; don’t give up just because you haven’t had good writing time for a while. Sometimes it takes me almost a month to get back into the swing of the things, but if I keep trying, eventually I hit a sweet spot. Like this morning, for example; I worked for nearly four hours without getting tired of it, and I’m about to go back at it again. In short, just keep trying, because at some time or other you will be inspired to really get things done. Keep writing!