Your Sneak Peak into the New Project

So remember when I made the announcement that Vyas from Assembled Creatively and I were creating on of the make your own adventure stories?  Well, we are now releasing the first chapter and you guys get to comment below and tell us what should come next! So here is the chapter:

Chapter One: I hate Squirrels

I’d be lying if I said I was popular.

I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t really care.

In addition, I’d be lying if I said that my best friend was the hottest, prettiest, and most popular girl in the school, perhaps the state, maybe even the nation.

Oh wait.  I’m not lying. To be honest, I don’t know why she keeps me around. Emma probably can do better.

Oh wait. She did. Yeah, so what if I’m her best friend?

I’ll never be Will.  I don’t get it. What’s so great about him anyway? He’s not particularly nice. Or interesting, Or even funny. Then again, he has the buff cute factor, I guess. One problem with being Emma’s confidant and best friend was constantly hearing about the douc- sorry- the manchild who’s been flicking spitballs at you since second grade. Ok, fine, he doesn’t do that anymore, but still, he is pretty annoying for a 6 foot two football player. Yup, that’s right. He’s a footballer and to get even more cliche, Em is a cheerleader; the classic head of the football team and the head cheerleader dating. Gag. At least Emma still had the brainpower to become one of our valedictorians. The other one was me. Anyway I’ll still support Em, no matter what. She’s the only one I have left.

Emma Natalya von Juda. She is, the one and only person to

a). Successfully be able to organize a massive party… at school

b). Been able to steal the principal’s clothing… and sell it on the black market.

c). Been the only girl in five years to win valedictorian and have the highest honors a person can get

d). And finally, the only one who still talks to me unless you count the insults I get from Will as talking. Then the population in talk town has doubled.

A cold shiver passed through the town that day. Everyone was huddled in groups, waiting until we got the call to go back inside the building. Emma was with her love, and I, I was waiting.

Waiting for the fire to burn itself out. Fire drills were despised, and now, this school, this school that had given so many of us a home, was being destroyed. It shouldn’t have been this cold. It was the middle of spring. Yet, there was no leaf on a tree to be found.  And let me reiterate: it was COLD! And I of course hated the cold. It was the worst thing to happen since JK Rowling decided there would be no more Harry Potter books. Like why couldn’t the fire have started sometime in the summer then maybe the situation would have been cooler. Soon we could hear the fire cars shrieking, making the day even worse, and rush to park by the school without crushing students. I heard the crunching of footsteps behind me. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. She put her hand in mine. We watched. We watched as they raced in the buildings, spraying water everywhere, making sure those beautiful white columns weren’t being destroyed. Cracks began to be heard. Everyone’s eyes widened. The center dome, the dome that overlooked the entire school, crashed to the ground, spraying chunks of concrete in front of the students. I even saw one almost hit Ray Barris, the class clown since whenever he’d been born. I also saw him run behind his girlfriend, the class clown of the juniors  which almost funny enough to make me forget about the cold. She squeezed my hand. I turned to her.

Emma had the most beautiful eyes. I guess that’s how she won Will’s heart. A single glance could electrify you with their beauty. Lightning blue. A single strand of brunette hair covered an eye. Her white ski cap was drooping.

“Well then,” I said. She looked at me, trying to glare through her hair.

“Jonathan, really?” she exclaimed, “really?” Goodness. She was being serious and when she was serious it meant no jokes, a rule I’ve tried to learn but failed to remember when it was most needed.

“Exactly what do you want me to say, then?” I demanded. I tried to remember what Dr. Garg had said – calm yourself boy. Stupid psychiatrists.  Emma glared at me.

“Maybe nothing? Maybe wait? You never really had the capability to know when to talk now did you?”

“Excuse me? What in Dante’s Inferno is your problem?”

“The word is hell, child.” I had always liked to use literary texts in the place of words. It simply made life awesomer. Only this time, it got me into deeper trouble. She gave me a steely glare, and swiftly walked away into the arms of her boyfriend. And smothered him with love, if you know what I mean. Or maybe it was comfort, I don’t know. The three of us grew up here. We all just lost a bit of something.



School was canceled. We were about to be sent home. I wondered what was going to happen to those of us who kinda needed to graduate. Where were we going to graduate? Where was I going to make the snarky speech I hadn’t yet started? It was perfect! My opening line was:

It’s simple. We, uh, kill the Batman.”

I looked to Emma to see if she needed a ride since her car was in the shop after she banged it up trying to stop for a squirrel. Freaking squirrels. Pests to humanity. They should have been killed years ago. The only funny thing was when my dog decides to go and run after them; then it’s just hilarious trying to watch the squirrels try to run from a 25 pound labrador.

“I’d rather go with Will, to be honest. I’m going to crash at his place tonight.” I shrugged. I interpreted this to be “I’m still mad at you.” We were sitting on a park bench, feeding some pigeons.

“Okay. Call me tomorrow if you want to meet up at Piazza’s for piazza….” I wiggled at this like they do in the commercials when they try to make it seem cool that they’re calling pizza piazza, trying to get Em to laugh. Thankfully she giggled a bit but quickly covered it up as if she wanted to be mad at me. Her phone began to ring, and I knew he was here.

“That’s my cue,” she said, closing her phone with a snap. She got up, and began to walk to who knows where. My eyes tracked Emma as she left to find her boyfriend’s car.

Sometimes I wanted him dead.

Just sometimes. But I knew if something touched Emma’s precious “baby” she would get really mad, like mad enough that if she were in cartoons she would have smoke blowing out of her ears. And mouth. And eyes. Pretty much everywhere. Ya, she was not a person you wanted to mess with which was probably why I wasn’t made fun as much compared to any of the other so called weirdos; if you crossed Emma, you probably had a death wish.

I began the trek to my car, trying to remember where it was parked in relation to the sunken dome. As I walked, I thought of what was going to happen to me next year when Emma wasn’t with me in college, when I was left to fight without the backup. Hopefully people were better, though, in college than in high school. But that seemed very unlikely. People don’t ever change, not really. They just get better at hiding their disdain.

Collegebound I was, I couldn’t help but try to remember what happened to me, that made people ostracize me the way they did. And then it hit me: it was the squirrel attack.

I hadn’t always thought squirrels came from the loins of Satan. No, at one time, I thought they were actually just weirdly stupid things that decided they wanted to go out on the street at the worst of times. But that changed in November when some dufus decided they wanted to play a prank on their teacher and instead got me instead. See, a 10th grader had Mr. Rottman, one of the strictest social studies teachers, and when he got a failing grade, the 10th grader decided to one up Mr. Rottman and thought putting a couple of squirrels in his classroom was the logical thing instead of taking it “like a man”. I, of course, had to have detention for no reason in Mr. Rottman’s class after school that sunny November day and also, of course, had to open the door to Mr. R’s class upon seeing that, although the door was closed, there was movement in the class and the lights were on. I expected to see Mr. R doing some random organizational thing but instead I was met with about five squirrels. So not cool. So my mind blanks for about five seconds because seeing five squirrels was definitely a surprise. During those five seconds though, those five stupid squirrels make a run for me and I start running out of the class, knocking things over as I get out. Apparently, the 10th grader and his friends were hanging right outside the door at a somewhat safe distance but still close enough to catch the entire thing on video and post it to every social media site known to man. Yay. So yeah. I don’t know if you were expecting some sort of elaborate story… sorry… my life just isn’t that interesting.


Ok, fine. I guess you deserve to know the truth; after all, you’re the only one who’s bothered to listen to me this long.

Whatever I tell you cannot be repeated.

If you do repeat it, it will be the end of your life.

I will know if you told someone. I may not know who you are. I want to let you know that I’ve acquired a particular skillset that makes me extremely dangerous to people like you. I you tell someone… anyone…

I fill find you.

And I will kill you.

It begins now.


Ok, so that’s it! What do you guys think? Comment below your thoughts and suggestions!

Writing Wednesdays

Hello everybody! So I came up with the idea of Writing Wednesdays which is when, on Wednesday of course, people share their writing, and how long it is is up to them. I’m thinking of making it an event so if that is so just link back to me if you’re not in LBSquared or Writer’s Guild (if you have no idea what those are then you’re not part of them so don’t worry), however if you are part of LBSquared and/or Writer’s Guild link back to one of those as well as my blog. Capiche? Anywaysies, here is my writing for today! (it’s about Sebastian from The Mortal Instruments) :


Sebastian Morgenstern


His heart was bruised

For his thirst for love

Was ignored.

She was a beautiful woman

With long, auburn hair

And loving green eyes.

Yet those eyes never

Loved him. It did not

Help, he guessed, that

He wished to kill all she

Loved and he wished to

Raise Hell on Earth. He

Wished to be the most

Powerful Shadowhunter, for

Maybe she would love him then.


If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell.

Day Two in Day Three…..Sorry!

Hello everyone! So, I was insanely busy yesterday so I never got to do yesterday’s writing challenge so this post is on yesterday’s challenge. Even though it’s day three. So here we go (hope you like it!):

As I think of all the places I could go, I think of so many personal places that seem so personal to say over the internet, but I have one that I can talk of without it being written as too personal even though it is (that probs didn’t make sense but that’s fine). The one place I would go back to would be the beach, the somewhat time period would be two summers ago. This beach is one that I have gone to since I was a baby; it’s almost like a tradition. Now on one specific, gorgeous day, I went to the beach about a couple hours before sunset without realizing how great that timing was. The sand beneath my feet tickled me as I walked to find a spot to sit and put my stuff. About two minutes later, I am sitting down and pulling out all of my sand “construction” things that are more or less things I can use to make sand castles. I sit on that special edge between sea and sand to get that right consistency of wet sand and begin to make a mermaid. I stretch my legs long, coaxing the ocean to find my legs and cool them as I work. As the waves collapse on me, return to the ocean and then repeat, I begin to feel weightless, as if nothing could bring me down. Two hours later, I am covered in sand, the mermaid is done and it looks as nice as any other sand mermaid can. I begin to pack up, as the lifeguards call that it is time to go. I stand and stretch, sneaking a glance at the sea and find myself in awe of the scene. The sun had begun to set and, the purples, oranges and blues of the sunset around the sea, creates a magnificent moment that I knew I would treasure forever, even if I didn’t have a camera with me. Soon though, the colors fade, and the sky gets dark and so I walk back still in awe of the miracle I just saw.

So that’s it. That’s the place I would go. Stay tuned for more and please comment below your thoughts! Thanks and tata for now!

Top Ten Fav Book Quotes

Howdy everyone! How’s life? Well, for you awesome peoples here today, I have my top ten fav book quotes bc we all know there are some pretty awesome ones out there and unfortunately I can only pick ten. But we will make do! One thing though before we get started, please write suggestions down below!

1) “There is no pretending,” Jace said with absolute clarity. “I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I’ll love you then.”
― Cassandra ClareCity of Glass (this is the sweetest thing ever, there is no denying that.)

2) “One must always be careful of books,” said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
― Cassandra ClareClockwork Angel (true)

3) “You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”
― Suzanne CollinsMockingjay

4) “Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.”
― Suzanne CollinsThe Hunger Games

5) “It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.”
― Cassandra ClareClockwork Prince

6) “Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!’ He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.”
― Cassandra ClareClockwork Prince (hilarious!)

7) “Will looked horrified. “What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?”
― Cassandra ClareClockwork Angel

8) “It’s Will,” she said. “He’s being absolutely ridiculous in the dining room.”
Charlotte looked puzzled. “How is this different from him being totally ridiculous in the library or the weapons room or any of the other places he’s usually ridiculous?”
― Cassandra ClareClockwork Angel

9) “I like ducks,” Jem observed diplomatically. “Especially the ones in Hyde Park.” He glanced sideways at Will; both boys were sitting on the edge of the high table, their legs dangling over the side. “Remember when you tried to convince me to feed poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?”
“They ate it too,” Will reminisced. “Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”
― Cassandra ClareClockwork Angel

10) “Goodness,” Tessa said to the back of his neck. “If you keep seeing Six-Fingered Nigel like this, he’ll expect you to declare your intentions.”
― Cassandra ClareClockwork Angel (funny)

Well, that’s it for now. Don’t forget to comment! Tata for now!


Hello everyone! So I have decided to part take in the Writing 101 challenge to help better me as a writer seeing as how I am writing my own series, and I need some help with the first book. So. Today’s challenge was to write freely for twenty minutes and then post that stream of consciousness on here which I am mostly fine with since I actually, for a while, did that last year, although for a max of ten mins. So I wrote as much of a poem as I could on here so here you go:

Expectations are something we all strive to fit into

whether we say we don’t,

whether we say we are that one person that just

doesn’t care,

that will show them all.

But we all know that we still try to fit into

the shoes filled by society and generations past.

We try and fit the way we act, our personalities, our clothes, our body,

into something that these shoes will like

because let’s face it,

instead of us trying on the shoes and deciding whether they fit or not,

the shoes are trying us out and deciding whether or not we are deemed acceptable.

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