[Book Review] Love & Misadventure ~ Lang Leav

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You know that Eureka! moment when you belatedly realize that the poems you’ve been pinning and saving this whole time were actually written by the same poet and you just somehow kept overlooking the poet’s name even though it’s under … Continue reading

Awards, Rule-Breaking, & A Writer’s Hub

The Liebster award? Aw shucks, floodingaugust, you shouldn’t have, but since you did, allow me to graciously accept your nomination.

I promise, I have non-Supernatural gifs in my arsenal! Somewhere!

I promise, I have non-Supernatural gifs in my arsenal!…somewhere…

Alright, let’s dot those i’s and cross those t’s.

Here are the rules for accepting the Liebster Award:

  • Post the award on your blog.
  • Thank the blogger who presented this award and link back to their blog.
  • Write 11 random facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 11 bloggers who you feel deserve this award and who have less than 200 followers.
  • Answer 11 questions posted by the presenter and ask your nominees 11 questions

Hmm…that…is a lot of rules, and in times like this, the words of Jack Black tend to come to me:

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Wise words, Mr. Black

*Flexes fingers* Here we go. Continue reading

Fighter. Protector. Teddy.

*Note: Each Part is on a separate page. Page Breaks under “Like” button (I never used page breaks before, this is kind of exciting).*

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Part I: The Choosing

The first few days, I was super excited. They told me, a teddy like me would be picked in no time. I had all the qualities of a great teddy too: soft brown fur, plush cottony underbelly, heart of a fighter. I knew any kid out there would be lucky to have me. That’s what they said.

After the first few weeks, they said not to worry, because the best teddies always get picked last. I wasn’t worried. I knew I would get picked soon. I could feel it in my seams. Continue reading

[Poetry] Mrs. Pauley and Me

Picture Credit: House on C Street by Linda Yoder Art

Picture Credit: House on C Street by Linda Yoder Art

I remember Mrs. Pauley.
She had six boys, and she was a nice old lady
But Mrs. Pauley never had a girl,
She said that’s why she liked me.

I never met Mrs. Pauley’s boys
She said they’re all grown and gone.
And I only saw Mr. Pauley sometimes,
When he joined us on the lawn. Continue reading

Third Time’s The Charm: The Necklace (Part III)

Read Part I and Part II here.

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She dug through the cardboard box that passed for the Lost and Found bin at the coffee shop. There was an empty mug of what used to be milk tea on the table in front of her, and she blew her hair out of her face in exasperation. She should have known better than to take some letter pinned on the coffee shop’s bulletin board seriously. Be here at noon, yeah right. Continue reading

One Lovely Blog Award – Say Whaaat?

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Exactly, Jensen!

It’s come to my attention that schlee93 has nominated my blog for the One Lovely Blog Award. Thank you, schlee93, very much! It seems this is both of our first nominations so congratulations to you too!

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*throws confetti in air!*

Now onwards to the nitty-gritty rules and guidelines: Continue reading

Glow-In-The-Dark Stars

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My 12th birthday started with a conversation that might have been a dream. I was standing outside my parents’ room, ready to burst in with the news that today was My Birthday when I heard their voices.

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” That was my mom.

“Shh, let’s just wait. She’ll wake up soon.” That was my dad.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. My favorite pancakes for breakfast, my party in the afternoon, balloons getting popped accidentally, the piñata exploding with candy (that was on purpose), Continue reading

One Weekend and A Bowl of Tuna

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“So, word ‘round the shelter’s that you were adopted and then brought back. Didja throw up in the human’s shoe?”

A cackle of laughter came from the cage next to his. He didn’t even bother justifying that with a response.

“Didja eat the garbage instead of the food? Got too used to that stray life, didja?”

He rolled his eyes and stretched his long, lean body.

“Heard your name’s Joey. Imma call you J, can I call you J?”

Joey was the name the shelter decided on. But that wasn’t the name she gave him. “It’s Zing.” Continue reading