Hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted anything in a few days. I’m letting my mom borrow my laptop because hers is broken and she’s in the middle of online college classes. I promise I’ll start posting again soon.


The story that they rejected

I don’t remember going to sleep, but I do remember waking up.

I woke up in my bed, soft and comfortable as usual. But something just didn’t feel right. It was late for a nap, after sunset, almost seven at night. The monstrous rumbling of my stomach drew me out of my room to see if dinner was ready. Next thing I remember is being back in my bedroom. Except this time, everything was different. All of my possessions and belongings were gone. My closet was empty, my dresser had vanished into thin air, and even the curtains had disappeared. The only thing that was left in my room was the frigid metal hospital bed near the window. It wasn’t there before.

Out of nowhere a sense of foreboding and despair hit me like a freight train. I sat on the bed; feeling like a mental patient locked in an asylum, brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. What was going on here? My room was dark and beginning to terrify me, the sounds of my family chatting and watching TV were distant; muffled. A bone- chilling air settled about the room and I found myself curiously staring into the open closet, unaware that something was gazing back. The hair on the back of my neck prickled and an image popped into my head, an image of a boy in overalls, carrying a ball. He looked to be about 12 and was friendly. The only aspects of him that made me uncomfortable were that almost everything about him- his hair, his skin, his clothing- was gray and slightly transparent. The most striking part of his appearance was his enormous yellow eyes. They were exaggerated to cartoon proportions and had no pupils or whites, just yellow orbs that pierced my soul. He called out to me, pleading “Please Miss, help me…” His voice was fainter than his body and although I heard his words, his lips never moved.

I was in a daze, it all felt unreal. Ghosts didn’t exist, did they? This couldn’t have been happening. When I didn’t answer the boy he walked away, right out of my door. Wondering what other strange events might occur; I turned and looked out the window. Immediately I saw another of those… things. I couldn’t bring myself to call the figures I was seeing ghosts. In the window was another gray, transparent figure. It too, had yellow eyes. I could only see it from the chest up, and it looked as if it were sitting on a chair right outside.

Watching it made me feel as if time had slowed to a crawl. Its eyes were closed and it was breathing peacefully but, something about it felt menacing. What could be so menacing about a figure with a human body and a large, cartoonish horse head? I wanted to laugh but everything about the situation filled me with terror.  It was still extremely chilly, as if winter had been unleashed inside of my bedroom; I could see my breath coming out in small icy puffs. And there was no sign of activity on the street at all; no lights on, no cars driving by, not even birds chirping. Turning away from the window, still unable to move from the strange bed I was in, I saw the boy had stuck his head through the wall to watch me. “What’s going on?” I asked him. He didn’t answer me, just gazed around my empty bedroom. I had a sense that he was waiting for something; waiting for the other one to give a signal. Images flashed in my head of myself, lying chained to the bed. My mangled body was slashed into a dozen bloody pieces but somehow I was still alive. The two figures were standing on either side of the bed with blood- my blood- dripping down the weapons in their hands; a machete, a knife, a blowtorch, and a saw.

I came out of the vision with the impression that this would soon be my fate. These weren’t ghosts. They were demons. As the realization hit me, both entities’ eyes turned glowing red and the demon in the window gave the signal to the little boy. The boy flew straight through me, knocking me down on the bed and started to hold my arms down. I watched in agonizing slow motion as the other one started climbing through the window. The form he took was of a strong able- bodied man but with the head of a horse. His features were contorted in rage, revealing a set of razor-sharp jagged teeth. He snarled at me as he came in and I fought to get up.

Raucous laughter from the living room broke through the sound barrier that seemed to be around us and the boy momentarily let go of my wrists in surprise. Taking advantage of their distraction I got up and bolted out of the door and down the hallway, screaming at the top of my lungs. I ran forever but the hallway still stretched eternally before me. Giving up all hope, I started sobbing and crying for my mother. As if by magic she appeared at the end of the hall, beckoning me to come to her. I scrambled to my feet and sprinted towards her with renewed faith.

Just as I was about to grab her hand and be swept into her loving embrace I felt frozen, firm hands grip the back of my neck and drag me away.  Gone was the cartoonish horse head of the demon from the window. In its place was a human head and neck with the same red eyes that would haunt my nightmares forever. I kicked and shouted bloody murder while he kept going, his grasp strong around my neck. Everything started to go black and my attempts to get away weakened, I could feel the lack of oxygen shutting down my brain and body. Completely sure I was as good as dead, I stopped fighting. The demon threw me back onto the bed and chained my arms and legs down. Together, he and the young boy took to making shallow yet painful cuts all over my stomach, thighs, and arms. Once they were done with that, the demon reached for the machete, presumably to start cutting my limbs off as I had witnessed in my earlier vision. Just as he started to swing down towards my leg, I woke up.

There were scars all over my stomach, thighs, and arms.

Rejection…….. :(

So, a month or so back I submitted something I had written to a magazine that was holding a contest themed for the exact thing I had written. And today, I received the rejection email, my first ever rejection. It both makes me sad and determined to try harder and show them that just because they didn’t want me, doesn’t mean everyone else feels the same.


I lay in bed struggling to keep writing as my boyfriend gently snored next to me. Of course writer’s block had to pop up just a few days before my deadline, right? Isn’t there something you can do to prevent it, kind of like anti-virus programs for your computer?  I’ve always heard to just write what comes to mind and you’ll eventually get past it. No matter what’s on your brain. It could even be something like a whole page filled with nothing but “I have writer’s block” over and over. For me, it’s usually a daydream I once had or a spontaneously recovered memory. Just write it down and let the thought process take over from there, before you know it you have a story being written.  But I couldn’t afford to deal with writer’s block this time. My deadline was in three days and I still had no idea how my heroine would make it out of her predicament this time, my latest novel might just have to end on a cliffhanger. I subtly adjusted my position in the bed and felt warmth as my love snuggled closer. Even in his sleep he was trying to make sure I was safe in his arms. I decided to give writing a rest for the night and get some shut-eye.  I closed my laptop, set it on the nightstand, and cuddled in for a good night’s sleep.

I awoke in the morning to the sound of bacon sizzling on the stove and the sweet smell of pancakes and maple syrup. Quietly, I came downstairs and into the kitchen, walking up to hug him from behind. I buried my face in the back of his 6 foot 4 inch frame (compared to my 5 foot 2 inch one) and inhaled his familiar scent. He kissed me good morning and said breakfast would be ready soon. I sat at the table and gazed lovingly at the man that in the future, I would be able to call my husband. While he finished our weekend brunch I reminisced about when we first met and the many wonderful memories in-between. The day we met was at a mutual friends Halloween party. I came dressed up and covered in fake blood and he wasn’t in any costume. I didn’t know at the time that he actually hated Halloween and probably only came to be polite. Nevertheless, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. The whole night I would sneak glances at him and watch out of the corner of my eye for his reactions to the jokes and activities throughout the night. He was the reason I slept over her house for the whole weekend, if he hadn’t been there I might not have even stayed the one night. The next day I was ecstatic to lay my head on his lap while we all watched movies and then later elated to lay with him and cuddle rarely thinking of the boyfriend I had at the time that hadn’t been allowed to come to the party-sleepover.  Once I saw him, it was like nothing else and no one else mattered, he captured my heart in the second it took for me to lay my eyes on him. Just might have been one of the best weekends of my life. Fast-forward about two weeks and all that’s on my mind is him asking “will you be my girl?” Of course I said yes, with the biggest smile of my life on my face. The first time he drove me home from school in his truck I was so nervous that I would mess it all up and he would leave, but it went fine and the butterflies in my stomach quadrupled when he kissed me.  The next month we both got each other harry potter themed presents for Christmas and even though I only saw him for ten minutes, it made my whole day. On Valentine’s Day, he gave me everything I never thought I would have; a candle-lit dinner, slow dancing in his bedroom, and chocolate covered strawberries. What more would a girl want on that day?  Every month he made sure I felt special on our anniversaries and never made me doubt for a second that he loves me. On my birthday he went all out and got me flowers, gifts and even put a candle in a cupcake for me (during school!!). We went to prom together and even though I barely danced, I loved watching him on the dance floor having a blast. When we slow danced together it was like nothing else in the world mattered besides him and I. We spent that weekend alone together at the beach and it was wonderful, three days of just us and pure bliss. On his birthday we spent the entire day alone at the park, laying in his pickup truck and I couldn’t have wished for anything else. At his graduation ceremony I couldn’t be more proud seeing him stand there in his cap and gown and worried about him endlessly during the no-phones-all-night-school-sponsored-graduation-party, even going as far as to try to stay up all night just so I would get to say goodnight to him. I failed completely of course. Every day he makes sure that I know he loves me and would do anything to prove how much. He always tells me I’m gorgeous even when I look like a troll and reassures me that I’m not fat as I eat the food he just bought me. When I’m alone all I want to do is be with him, when I’m with him I never want to leave. When he kisses me it’s like nothing else in the world matters except for that moment, his lips on mine, warm and soft. When he holds me in his arms nothing could make me feel more safe. He takes on my fears and calms my worries. He puts up with my family, he says it’s ok even if I stress him out, and he puts up with me. He handles my mood swings, temper-tantrums, and out-of-the-blue attitudes. He accepts me for who I am and encourages me to be myself and follow my dreams. He believes in me when no one else does and brings me down to earth when I fly too close to the sun. He made me feel like I had a happy future when before all I could see was a lonely life by myself. He changed my mind about wanting children because I’d love so badly to have a family with this man. When we’re together, nothing makes me feel more content, more happy. Sure, we’ve had our fights, our ups & downs but, I can’t wait to spend all of forever with him. I love him with all of my heart and that will never change.

Hi everyone!

This is my very first post. I am very new to the whole wordpress website so it may take me a while to work some kinks out but, I think I have the basics down for now. 🙂 I started this blog so I would have somewhere to expose my writings without worrying about going through publishers but so I would also be able to put my name on my work to ensure no one plagiarizes it. I am an aspiring writer so any comments, criticism, or ideas you would like to offer would be a great help! 😀