“Left…left…left, right,” Daniel chanted like a drill sergeant as he and his younger brother diligently pedaled their two-seater bicycle up and down the park trail.
“Shut…shut…shut up,” Derrick mocked. “Man, this is so embarrassing.”
“Which is why I want us to finish our laps before anyone we know sees us,” Daniel retorted over his shoulder. “So stop your lazy-hole whining and pedal.”
“Why don’t you fix your pretentious face first?” Derrick shot back. “It’s your fault mom’s making us do this stupid bike thing anyway!” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Brotherly Bonding”
More Shiny Things! Michael over at The Ink Owl has pointed the Black Cat Blue Sea award towards my general direction, along with three writing-centric questions, because you can’t have a blogging award without some questions apparently.
Is this Mic on? Testing, one, two? Alright, let’s do this.
1) What are your goals for writing? Where do you want it to go?
To work my butt off to become the next J. K. Rowling. I don’t think I’m dreaming too big, do you? Continue reading “Big Dreams (aka The Black Cat Blue Sea Award)”
I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve got three words to describe summer in New York this year: Hot, Humid, Hell. And whatever temperature it is in the city, it’s always at least 15 degrees hotter underground on the subway platforms. Am I sweating? Am I melting? Am I secretly the Wicked Witch of the West?
Thankfully, my inner fangirl has plenty of distractions this summer:
Remember this post when I was screaming incoherently over Wonderwoman’s brief appearance in Batman v. Superman? Guys, her movie was SO GOOD. The best friend and I walked out of the movie theater feeling so pumped, we were swearing up and down that we could take on any poor soul who dared to challenge us. That evening, we were five-feet-tall BADASSES, OKAY? Continue reading “Wonderwomen, Nostalgia, & Game of Thrones”
“56,788…56,789…56,000—NO!” He flinched as the plastic cup holding his just-counted staples toppled over and the staples in question cascaded back onto the dirt.
“Whoopsie-daisy, did I just kick over all your hard work?”
Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Punishment”
Rose Granger-Weasley hopped out of the cable car with ease, a sharp contrast to her companion, who peered out of the door before placing a tentative foot on the steps. Rolling her eyes, she yanked on her companion’s elbow. “You’re holding up the line, Scorpius!”
“How do the muggles travel this way? Apparating would be much easier.”
Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] The Golden Gate Bridge”
Come right in, everyone! We’ve got pizza over there, drinks over there, and enough cookies to satisfy Cookie Monster himself.
Today, we’re celebrating because this blog has one more shiny award to add to its collection! Thank you, Ally, for passing on the Versatile Blogger Award.
You guys know the rules by now, I’m sure—this award asks for seven facts about yourself. I’ve been using the same seven facts for these award posts (which are still true!) but in the spirit of celebration and virtual partying, let’s share some new tidbits, shall we? Continue reading “Special Guest: Cookie Monster (Aka The Versatile Blogger Award)”
A shoutout to Tina at Written in Geek for giving my muse and I a break from writing. I can’t even remember when my last tag post was, which goes to show how long it’s been.
1) What frightens you the most?
As quoted from Sailboats & Bubble Tea (aka the Entertainer Blogger Award): Bugs with more than 4 legs. Bugs with no legs at all. BUGS.
2) Coffee or tea?
Tea! Continue reading “The Rule of Eleven (aka The Blue Sky Tag)”
“JONES! Where is my prop?”
“Your prop, sir?”
“The metal thing with the thing in the middle. The magical thing!” The director wrung his sweaty handkerchief, his rolled up screenplay tucked under the arm of his rumpled sweater. “We’re shooting the scene where the hero pulls the sword thing from the middle and unleashes his dormant magical powers. WHERE IS MY MAGIC THING, JONES?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Magical Thing”
“Hugo Granger-Weasley, you march straight to your room! You are grounded until I say otherwise!” Hermione Granger pointed a finger up the stairs as her son trudged up each step.
“Oi, what’s the commotion?” Ron Weasley popped his head out from the kitchen, taking a bite of his freshly-made tuna sandwich.
Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] Like Fathers, Like Sons”