Posted in Daily Prompts

Dramatic

I’m a dramatic person. There’s no other way to say it.

I like to make things seem more exciting then they actually are. It’s called exaggerating, apparently. It makes everything more worthwhile, beautiful. Obviously, if a word can make something beautiful, it can also make it ugly. You can be dramatic just to be mean or to make something completely wrong seem right.

For example:

“YOU GAVE HIM A KNIFE!”

“Yeah I don’t get what the big deal is, why are you being so dramatic?”

“HE IS 2 YEARS OLD!”

You get my point?

Anyways, back to me being dramatic. I guess that’s why I write stories, everything can be an exaggerated extract from your own life and no one would notice because that’s the whole point of a story. To make something normal and regular into something otherworldly that lasts forever. Be it in people’s hearts or minds.

-DeepStuff 😇

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My 6 Stages after Writing a Post

When I finally finish the post:

10 seconds later:

1 minute later (waiting for likes):

1 minute later:

And then someone likes it:

After other people like it and comment:

And there you go everyone, my 6 stages of grief embarrassment HAPPINESS after writing a post. ha…ha…ha

-Dumb Mortal

 

 

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One Lovely Blog Award!

Hello people of the world. (What the hell was that?!)

Anyways, I’ve been nominated by FabWritings for this award! Thank you, it means a lot to me. I really wish I knew your name or something right now, so I could thank you properly. You know what? As you said you were a boy, I’m just going to call you Bob. (The first name that came in my mind) Anyone who hasn’t checked out his blog already, go check it out now. It’s super cool! XD

So let’s start! Here are the rules:

Seven facts about myself? Suddenly, I’ve forgotten everything I know about me 😀

Okay, I’m just going to list seven facts about myself.

  1. I am a person (surprise, surprise)

Let’s start again:

  1. I am obsessed with reading books and their characters!
  2. I am a realist. So, if you’re looking for optimistic advice, please don’t come to me.
  3. I love to act. That doesn’t mean standing on a stage, even though I do love to do that. It can mean, if I’m just alone, I can just start thinking of stories in my head and start to act out as a character.
  4. I found this one out when I started doing No.3 and No.1. I LOVE to write stories! I one day want to create a world (a book) and a character that makes the reader feel something. Whether it’s sadness, joy, anger, disgust or fear. I just realised that I named all the emotions from inside out. Which leads me top my next fact:
  5. I love Disney movies. No matter how old I might get, I’ll still love them because they always make me smile and realise the hidden meaning behind.
  6. My brother is right now asking me to teach him, so I better start to write these facts fast.
  7. Oh this is my last one. Okay…um. I love it when people write a comment on my posts to say they enjoyed reading it. It makes me smile every time and I think it always will.

I don’t want to nominate any specific people because it means everyone else who wants to do it never gets the chance. It’s also quite limited. So, if anyone wants to do this, please tell me in the comments below and you will be automatically nominated. Or, if you’re reading this you’re nominated.

-Geek out

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Tangled=😍😍😍

I’m just watching Tangled and my mum is totally relating to Rapunzel. She’s watched this once before when me and my sisters made her 😉. She LOVED the scene with the floating lanterns on Rapunzel’s birthday. Oh come on, you know the bit.

At last I see the light and it’s like the FOG IS LIFTING

( excuse my rubbish singing)

Any ways, we’re making my dad watch it too and he’s actually paying attention, which is a big deal. Him and Disney don’t always end up well. He did watch Zootopia yesterday though. 😋😉

Don’t ask why I still love Disney movies unless you want an essay answer. Trust me, I would get an A* if they asked this question in exams.

Like if you love Disney movies. Doesn’t matter how old you are. I still do!

Emoji bomb coming right up. 😍😜😅😂🤗😭😎😊☺️😳😜😝😛🤑😭

-still a kid

Posted in My Stories

Little Story Pt. 2

I had to jog to follow Friendless (yes, I will be calling him that from now on). His long strides were no match for my short ones, so I guess it’s fair to say I grew tired rather quickly. I would obviously never show my discomfort, it would make me seem weak. My nurse would have been proud of me if I had fainted (flatteringly, obviously) or if I had summoned  tears in my eyes. I was not about to do that anytime soon. If I fainted, it would not have looked flattering as the ground below me was covered with dirt and I suspected those little patches were animal remains. Tears were another business altogether, they were hard to assemble at any given moment. Also, even if I had shown any of these weaknesses, I don’t believe that Friendless would have shown any sympathy. He wasn’t a gentleman, not like the ones I met at court everyday. If my nurse was here, I would be standing in a corner in my room and be thinking about what I had done wrong.

“Pick up the pace,” I was startled as this was the first time since we’d started walking that Friendless had formed a whole sentence. When I had asked him anything, his responses always used to be one words that did not show him to be intelligible. I smiled in my head. He was changing his demeanour as there was a lady present in his company. He obviously could have asked that sentence instead of ordering me but he was changing, that is what mattered. “You are as slow as a snail.”

The little smile inside my head instantly disappeared and I felt myself frowning at him on the outside. I soon realised what I was doing and tried to keep my face reasonable. I still could not believe he had compared me to a small, slimy creature that is no use to anyone. It was enough to bring unwanted tears to my eyes and I extinguished that as quickly as known possible. I was alone in this dirty forest, with it’s prickling twigs and nosy birds, with only the company of a savage that had no respect for what I believed. The least I could do was not cry in front of him.

What did you expect? For this man to carry you all the way. For him to be a gentleman and care for your every need. The sad answer was, yes. Yes, I did expect all of that. It shouldn’t be that hard for someone to be nice and offer a lady whatever she needs. Apparently, it was.

As we walked further and further into the woods (well, he walked, I lingered behind), I got more tired and tired. My legs ached and my breath came in short gaps. I didn’t understand how someone could walk that long and not have pain in their foot, I sure did. My feet were burning. I’d never felt this kind of pain before and so it was safe to say, I was worried. What if I had a terrible disease and my feet needed to be chopped off? How will I be able to dance? How will I be able to do anything?

I would just have to be brave and ride through the pain like a soldier in battle, bleeding but never letting go of the hope-

“We’re here,” Friendless said as we stopped in the middle of the woods. I didn’t see any landmarks and was sure he was making this up just to get rid of me. That wouldn’t have been too terrible if it wasn’t for the fact that I had no idea where I was going. Mother had just said that I should run, there was a sanctuary in the woods that might take me in. I don’t think she expected me to get there alive as she never gave me instructions. “C’mon then.”

Friendless walked into a wall of leaves and instantly disappeared leaving me alone in the unfriendly shelter of the looming trees. As I looked down, I saw a little slimy creature climbing on my  right shoe. Trying hard not to scream, I helplessly kicked it off and ran into the wall of leaves.

It was not a lovely experience. Twigs caught at my dark hair and my plain dress. Mother had told my nurse to dress me in indistinguishable clothes. I wore a light blue dress without a corset. I felt uncomfortable and free at the same time, at least I could breathe. As I finally got through the prickly brambles, I saw little tents set up all around haphazardly. There were some children running around but most of them were sitting near their parents, nursing injured body parts.

“What is this place?” I asked Friendless as I came to stand next to him, surveying the land.

“It’s a sanctuary, folks are taking refuge here, away from the war. It’s not much but it’s safe. They probably won’t find us here.” He turned away and went to help a little boy trying to wrap a blood-soaked cloth around a woman’s arm. I followed him helplessly.

“Probably?” I repeated.

“Yeah, you never know with those lot,” he grimaced. “If we’re lucky, they’ll just ignore these parts.”

“If we’re lucky?” I realised I was just repeating what he was saying and sounded ridiculous.  I shut my mouth quickly.

He didn’t answer my question and just indicated with a free hand at the people on the far side of the camp.

“Go help some of these folks out,” he said focusing on the wrapping in his hand. “You better start getting to know them.” With that he completely ignored me and I set out in the direction his finger had pointed. These people would know my father. He was after all a general officer, a fact my mother loved to declare to all of her friends. If these people knew who my father was, they would be much more lovely to me than Friendless had been.

With that thought in mind, I skipped towards the family. There were two children and one woman nursing them.

“Do you want any help?” I asked her in my politest voice. First impressions counted.

“Not from the likes of you,” she said and turned away leaving me confused.

I tried again. “I have been trained to heal injuries, I am a very good medic,” I exaggerated. The injuries I had healed was a paper cut that my nurse had told me to cover with a napkin. The very good medic part: I had a very good doctor, the best in the country. It didn’t matter that I had learned nothing at all from him. Remember, first impressions.

“From a prim and prissy life,” she muttered to herself. “Dun’t know anythin’ ’bout war. Why are you not in your rich life huh? With your petty ‘father’ and ‘mother’?” The questions were aimed at me and even though I was baffled by what she’d said before, I thought it would be a good time to tell her about my father.

“My father’s a general officer,” I said proudly. “He’s busy with the war.”

The woman, to my surprise, didn’t look impressed. There was even a frown on her face.

“Go to ‘ell.”

My eyes widened and I gasped. Before I could summon a reply, which I didn’t believe I could, a rough hand landed on my shoulder and pulled me away from her. I spun around and found Friendless looming above me.

“You shouldn’t go around saying that if you wanna live,” he said. “It ain’t gonna get you anywhere here.”

With that, he left. Probably to help another injured person. I couldn’t believe they let him help them but not me. I looked more friendly and I was nicer. If it was up to me, I know who I would have chose. I was completely helpless. This was so unfair.

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Little Story

I fell to the ground with a grunt. Get Up, my mother’s voice rung in my head. Get to the sanctuary, that’s your only hope. 

I wished I could see my mother once more but now was not the time for regrets. Another blast shook the air around me and dust blocked my vision as another grenade hit the sand.

Run.

Without thinking, I got up and ran. I ran like I had never ran before, ignoring everything except the sharpness of the wind and the sand that was settling all around me. That’s probably why I didn’t notice the blade that was coming right at me. No, not a blade, a bird.  A vulture.

Before I could react, the vulture pressed right into my shoulder. I screamed. The pain was too much. I fell to the floor while the vulture clawed at me.

Except the pain was different somehow. It still hurt, don’t get me wrong. Like a thousand knives digging in slowly and forcefully. But I couldn’t feel the weight of the vulture or it’s sharp claws anymore.

Get up. Get up. My mother’s voice still rung in my head. It was the end of me, I decided. I didn’t deserve to live when so many others hadn’t. I let go and-

“I said get up, I’m helping you out here, no-one else would,” I shut my eyes even more tightly. I was obviously dying, my mother’s voice sounded like a man’s. There was no-one here except my body, bleeding and-

I felt the ground disappear under me. I opened my eyes. I was being carried, and not nicely. A person held me by a tough grip on my ankle, making me only get a view of their back. They were also running, long strides that I could never accomplish with my short height.

They’re taking me away. This person’s going to kill me.

I screamed and started pounding on their back. When that didn’t work, I tried scratching and kicking.

Suddenly, my stomach flipped and the ground came rushing towards me faster than I was comfortable with. I was on the edge of a forest and with all that was going on, I had forgotten about the small battle. As I looked around, I realised that the helicopters dropping the grenades had disappeared, leaving no trail behind. They must have gone a long time ago if there was not any smoke left in the sky. I wondered how long I had actually been lying there on the ground.

“You could have at least tried to be light.” I looked up and saw a man standing a few metres away from me. I recognised his voice, he was the one carrying me. He was rubbing his shoulders and his back where I had scratched him. I was sad to see there was no blood. He was the enemy. No way was I going to let him capture me.

I stood up indignantly.

“Well I’m sorry, but I’m bleeding here if you didn’t notice!”

He raised his eyebrows at my shoulder and snorted.

“There is nothing funny about this,” I glared at him as I gained up energy to run.

“Trust me, your shoulder is hardly even bleeding,” he gave me a nonchalant shrug. ” It’s just a scratch.”

I looked down at my shoulder and grudgingly realised he was right. I could only see a small cut from where the vulture had ripped my shirt. The Vulture.

I assessed the man. He was obviously one of the people who lived in the woods. The savages. Mr Brown, my tutor, had called them. I guess that meant he wasn’t the enemy. No matter how much some people hated them, we weren’t in war with them. I was a little sad. It meant that I had no initial reason to hate him.

The man had shoulder length black hair that he hadn’t bothered to tie up and brown eyes that informed knowledge. He was tall with a slight muscular built. I suspected he had killed the vulture. I mean, it’s not like the knife covered with blood or the vulture leg that was hanging out of his bag gave anything away.

“What?” he said. “Never seen a man before?” He had a commoner accent that i didn’t often hear. It was very insulting.

I sniffed and put my nose in the air before I realised I looked exactly like my older sister. “No, I’ve never seen a murderer before.” I said indicating to the bird leg.

He snorted again and shook his head. “I would hardly call it murdering,” he looked at me and then at the forest behind as if he wanted to get away as soon as possible. “Bye then.”

The man moved away before I realised what was truly happening.

“Wait!” I said. Closing my eyes, I got ready for humiliation. “Could you…ummm…please take me with you?” I said the last bit in a rush so it would sound less stupid. In case you’re wondering, it didn’t.

“Oh, so you’re being nice now huh?” he looked at me with an amused smile. I did not see the joke in this situation.

I lost the little self-control I had. I wanted to scream and shout at him but as Mr Brown always told me: “Control your temper. When a person raises their voice, it means that they don’t have anything left intelligent to say.” Then my nurse, Tina, would come through and sniff that “It also isn’t very ladylike.” These lessons always ended in my nurse turning her back on Mr Brown or he himself charging out the door. I’ll put this simply for you, these were my favourite lessons.

When I didn’t reply, the man looked at me, perplexed.

“Where you heading?” he asked. If he wanted to kill me, he already would have, judging from the knife and vulture. And his size. He was massive compared to me. I figured there was no harm in telling him as I didn’t really have anything left.

“To a sanctuary, it’s near the-,” I was interrupted when he said:

“Yeah, yeah, I figured that’d be it,” Even though he was probably talking to himself, it took me a few moments to form a response. I could not believe he had interrupted me. How rude. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, after all, he was a savage. He beat me to my response.

“Come on then,” he beckoned turning away. “You wouldn’t survive a night alone in these woods, who the hell thought this would have been a good idea?”

When I didn’t respond, he turned around.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Ethel.”

“Ethel?” another one of his famous snorts followed. “What a-.” At the look on my face, he finished his sentence half-way through.

“What is your name?” I asked reluctantly. I hoped it would be something ridiculous that I would make fun of in my head, if not loudly.

“That don’t matter,” he said.

“Then I will just assume what your name is,” I said as I followed him down the dirty path. “How about Leicester or Friendless.” I had heard that someone had called their children these names. It was still beyond hilarious.

“Fine then, dinky,” How rude. 

Friendless it is.

To be continued

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Favourite Quote Currently

I’ve decided I’m going to do my favourite quotes from now on. So, my favourite quote currently is by Shakespeare and i made it look like that in Canva.

You say.jpg

Have you got any quotes that pretty much sum up your life. Comment them below, I’d love to check them out. I want to start this thing where everyone tells their favourite quote and who’s it by! 😀

-Quote Master

Posted in Poems

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

Think before you talk,

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

Run but don’t forget to walk.

 

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

Look at the Clock,

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

Your door to time’s unlock.

 

So you better start to repair,

And you better start to care,

Because you’re running out of air,

Remember: fair is foul, and foul is fair.

 

I would start to say my prayer,

Because your future is so rare,

Don’t even try to compare,

Yourself with someone else’s flair.

 

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

Don’t try to run against the clock,

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

Life is limited, take a walk.

Posted in Daily Prompts, My Stories

Punishment

I stared at my brother as he crumpled to the ground, blood pooling out around him. I couldn’t move. They had tied me up, making sure I was unable to move or speak. Even if they hadn’t done it, I don’t think I could have stopped my brother from getting whipped. I wasn’t strong enough.

They had punished me in a variety of ways. They knew I had given up, just like how I used to know when a prisoner had nothing left in them. They had tortured me beyond anything I’d ever imagined. I felt no pain anymore, only a dull throbbing. My body was broken and so was my heart. I had given up. And they knew that.

I guess that’s why they involved my family. This was my punishment. Any little piece of my heart that was left, was breaking even more. I didn’t think that was possible. At least when they used to hurt me, I knew everyone else was safe. I had done a good deed trying to save them, even though I’d gone against everything my group believed in. I had betrayed them so I guess it was fair that they betrayed me. Torturing me wasn’t enough. They knew the real reason I’d turned my back to them. So they were going to kill that reason.

You see, when they hurt me, I always remembered that something good had been done in the world. But now that were hurting the people I’d given up everything for, well, I guess everything I stand for falls doesn’t it. A ruin everyone forgets about.

I closed my eyes and let go. I let go of the small hope I had inside me. The small hope they had tried to extinguish but had never succeeded. Who would have thought? The leader of the biggest revolution gave up. The leader that gave her life for everyone else’s gave up. How hilarious.

-The leader of a revolution

Posted in Challenges

Quote Challenge: Day 3 :D

I’ve finally come to the last day of the 3-day quote challenge and I’ve loved sharing all the quotes that have always inspired me and always will with all of you. Thanks ihaveabadsenseofhumor for nominating me :D. This has been an amazing experience.

Today, I’m going to do quotes from songs because I’ve done quotes from books and as well as books, music makes up a vital part of my life.

So, here are the rules:

  • 3 quotes each day
  • 3 nominees to be nominated (no repetition!)
  • Thank the person who nominated you
  • Inform the nominees

The three quotes from songs I have chosen today are:

If you haven’t heard this song by Green Day, I really recommend it. But before any of you listen to the song and realise what it’s about, I just want to say that even though I agree with some bits of the song, there are lyrics that I’m not completely sure about. I still love the song though because of its utter bluntness that I don’t hear often and would like to listen to more. ( This song also contains swearing so…)

This song is called The Girl Who Cried Wolf and it’s by 5 seconds of summer (5sos). I hope you guys listen to these songs because they have so much meaning behind them.

Sorry if this post was a bit sad but you asked me for the quotes I liked so… 😀

This is my last day doing this so I feel like I should nominate anyone who wants to do this. Trust me, I actually want to see them all and I’m not just saying this.

Love life and whatever

-Me, myself and music