I originally wasn’t going to do this post, or at least I was going to put it off because I’m a procrastinator, so this is inspired by Daily Post word prompt Clouds. Thanks for kicking me into gear with random words.
Anyways, summer has arrived!
I made it through exams, ignoring the results because…yea tough semester kicked my ass suffice to say. Moving on! This is one of my last summers before going off to university and the next stage of life so I really do want to make the best of it. Officially a grade 12! And it’s weirding me out.
In honour of summer coming up I am making a summer 2016 bucket list because obviously I always need to make goals I won’t complete, at least not in one summer. I’ll still try and hopefully this will keep me busy, away from boredom and full of inspiration. Continue reading “Summer Begins”→
If there’s one thing Mare Barrow knows, it’s that she’s different.
Mare Barrow’s blood is red—the color of common folk—but her Silver ability, the power to control lightning, has turned her into a weapon that the royal court tries to control.
The crown calls her an impossibility, a fake, but as she makes her escape from Maven, the prince—the friend—who betrayed her, Mare uncovers something startling: she is not the only one of her kind.
Pursued by Maven, now a vindictive king, Mare sets out to find and recruit other Red-and-Silver fighters to join in the struggle against her oppressors.
But Mare finds herself on a deadly path, at risk of becoming exactly the kind of monster she is trying to defeat.
Will she shatter under the weight of the lives that are the cost of rebellion? Or have treachery and betrayal hardened her forever?
The electrifying next installment in the Red Queen series escalates the struggle between the growing rebel army and the blood-segregated world they’ve always known—and pits Mare against the darkness that has grown in her soul.
A one shot of a hero’s moments becoming the villain
A hand was surely gripping his throat. Pressing hands so cold they burned into his skin, directly through him. Everything felt cut off.
He could not speak.
He could not hear.
And he would not move from this spot.
Because the one thing that still worked, had to be his eyes. Eyes she loved. Loved and cherished and watched for all the secrets he apparently spilled there. The only one to say so. When had she last mentioned it? Her love of his cerulean eyes. He couldn’t remember. He wasn’t certain if she was 5 ft 2 or 5 ft 3 either.
The burn moved, trailing to his heart. Settled in sharper than before.
He hated himself more as the sharpness increased. As his breath caught and choked as the sight before him buried itself deeper into his soul. It wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to make it out alive. The plan. His plan, wasn’t supposed to fail. But it had, it had failed her. It had taken her away.
So I’ve had scheduled posts so it’s hard to say if you guys would know but I have been away from here for about 2 weeks now.
I am suffering blog withdrawal.
It’s extremely cruel because this year exams and stress managed quite well to keep me from anything even mildly entertaining. On the bright side I did manage to keep quite a few posts scheduled. Now though? My scheduled posts are very much empty and my drafts are limited. I am going to get my butt in gear because I have missed you guys and this community hugely.
Can’t wait to creep through all the posts I missed over the past two weeks!
We weren’t always like this. We used to be average New York City high school sophomores. Until our homeroom went for flu shots. We were prepared for some side effects. Maybe a headache. Maybe a sore arm. We definitely didn’t expect to get telepathic powers. But suddenly we could hear what everyone was thinking. Our friends. Our parents. Our crushes. Now we all know that Tess is in love with her best friend, Teddy. That Mackenzie cheated on Cooper. That, um, Nurse Carmichael used to be a stripper.
Since we’ve kept our freakish skill a secret, we can sit next to the class brainiac and ace our tests. We can dump our boyfriends right before they dump us. We know what our friends really think of our jeans, our breath, our new bangs. We always know what’s coming.
Some of us will thrive. Some of us will crack. None of us will ever be the same. So stop obsessing about your ex. We’re always listening.
Writer’s Block. Some of the two most terrible words ever put together. Their meaning and what it does to me are probably one of the worst possible enemies too. To anybody who likes to write, this is problem we’re all going to experience or already have. And to those who haven’t yet? Your time will come. Continue reading “Writer’s Block”→
I’m getting ready to go to the cottage, I leave tomorrow, and during this time there’s a lot of preparations made by my mom and I along with the rest of the family. Except she and I are in charge of the most important part; the food. I baked a bunch today, cut up a lot of fruit and yum yum I tried out this new recipe. It was really similar to my granola bars. There were a few differences, changes could be made if you wanted to, but they ended really good so I thought I’d add them on here.