Friday, November 14, 2014

Tunnel of Sadness

Life is sad. I know that like sadness passes and all that crap, and like not everything is sad, but really, life is sad. People die, people are in pain, they get raped, killed, beaten, shot at, stabbed, there are so many different ways to be put in pain.
You know when you turn like fifteen or sixteen and you just have that moment where you wish you could go back to being a kid, where the worst you had to worry about was a scraped knee, or avoiding a spanking from your mom and dad? Wouldn't it just be better to stay in the dark? To just...stop having to worry about every little thing-what we look like, what we are doing one day, and not doing the next, when we are double booked, when our shift starts at's all so...suffocating! I don't know how people who are actually busy live with it! It's intoxicating. I mean, I only have a part time job, and I already am exhausted half the time. Is that a clinical problem? Maybe I just have a problem.

Anyways, so I am sorry about the delay in posts lately. I am having rather a...hard time finding inspiration. I literally decided to write this while I was watching a TV show.

So that was today’s post. If you would like to remind me how awesome my life is compared to yours, please email me. I would love to hear from you.

Thanks so much for reading. :)


Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Why Do We Write?

Hey, guys!! Yeah, yeah. I know I already posted today, but someone got me thinking about why I write. We were talking about apologies, and that type thing, and I was thinking that when I apologize, it helps me to write to the person-which doesn't help when they don't like to read, but you know-and so usually if I am apologizing to someone, or asking if they are okay, or just trying to see if we are good, I write them a note, or an email, or text or something.

So I was wondering if that's why I love to write. Why we write. So that is what this post is going to be about. Why we write. And I know some of you already learn about this stuff in school, but oh well. :)

So I think I personally write for three reasons. First of all, because it's fun. I can make things happen, and people do things and generally in the end, I end up having "Inside Jokes" with my characters, and so...yeah. You all probably think I am really really weird now, huh? Haha well bear with me. ;)

Second reason I write *stories* is because I can make the characters do whatever I want! I control, I guess. Maybe that's a bad thing, but it is so nice to be able to say "No, she gets a happy ending, this time, no, the bad guy goes to jail." And then it happens!!! :)
We can make everything okay for the characters.
Another thing is that maybe, when something is going wrong for you, and you feel like you don't have any friends to talk to, you can make someone with the exact same problem, and come up with a solution, and maybe they get a happy ending, and that just makes everyone happy. :)

The last reason why we write (or why I write) is because I am CREATING A WORLD!!! I whole world!! How amazing is that? That is pretty awesome. We are making new rules of logic, new customs, new laws. It always makes me feel awesome to create something that intricate, and that awesome thinking "man, maybe one day, people will be reading my book for a school assignment!" yes, yes, yes. I know, school books are boring, but you understand.

And for those of you who didn't know, I am thinking about majoring in ELA teaching in college one day. :) I love to help people, and I love English, so why not. :)

Anyways, so that was the extension of today's earlier post. :) Thanks tons for reading. If you guys have ideas for posts, or stories that you would like me to read, please please email me!!! I hate having writer's block!! It's the worst. :P So having something in particular to write would be awesome. :)

Thanks again!!

Blessings, see you tomorrow. :)

Thanks and Shoutouts

Hey, everyone.

No Sniper today. I think I am going to take a break for a bit. I am not in the mood to write today. Long day, and it is looking to be an even longer week.
I hope you all enjoyed yesterday's entry! I sure am enjoying writing Sniper, I just need a break sometimes. :)
So if you have any comments or questions about Sniper, please let me know. I would love to hear from you. I really do love hearing from all of you guys. It totally makes my day, and I could use that right now.

Many many thanks to SK-whom I have mentioned before in relation to the debate-who is messaging me a lot. It makes my day. :) Thanks so much. :)

Also, thanks to the rest of you who have been emailing me, and chatting, and just generally talking to me, and making my day better and better. :) You are all amazing people. :)

Also, a special special thanks to HW!!!! My best friend! She started a blog just a little bit ago, and I think it is just fabulous. :) Her blog is "If I could fly" and she doesn't post a lot, but what she has posted so far is just awesomeness :) Here's the link. so check her blog out! She is pretty much the most amazing and inspirational person you will bump into, and you should all subscribe to her blog.

So yeah, there's today's post. Thanks for readinggg :)

Check out HW's blog, and maybe I will post again tomorrow, if I have time. :) Hopefully more Sniper, soon.

Blessings <3

Have a great week.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Sniper Part 6?

Hey, everyone! Sorry about today's late post! We had some technical difficulties here at HQ. Haha
So here is part...I think 6??? of Sniper. :) I hope you all enjoy it, because it took me a crap load of time to write. :)

Haha here you go. :)

Sniper, part 6???
Anabelle wandered into the kitchen to get them both some food and something to drink.
When she got to the table, she saw a neatly folded piece of paper. She snatched it up and unfolded it.
I take it he told you why you are here.
I’ll come back tomorrow to check on you. His leg looks fine.
Smiling, she folded it and replaced it on the table, so she could get their meal.
“Now gently lift me-argh!”
Anabelle smothered a laugh with her fist at his expression. “Sorry.”
He gasped and laughed with her. “It’s alright. Now slowly lift my leg, and put the cloth underneath. That’s it. Now dribble some of that alcohol on it.” She did as she was told and he gritted his teeth against the pain. New fresh blood oozed from the cut.
“There. Good. That’s good, see? The blood means any infection is out of the way.” He ran his fingers through his messy hair, “See, I told you you’d be good at this.”
“Yeah.” she said, laughing, “Next time, we’ll move to the more difficult things like amputating your arm.”
A mock-worried look crossed his features. “Maybe keep you on the little things for now, like...stab wounds...and poisons…”
Anabelle smiled, then looked around, unoccupied for the moment. “What is there to do around here?”
“Boring you, am I?”
Anabelle held her pointer and thumb an inch apart. “Only a little.”
He laughed and then put on a thoughtful face. “Hmm...well, I have a few books...somewhere.”
She made a face at him. “Got a violin?”
“Haha yeah, I’ll just go grab one from storage.” a breathy laugh. “No, I never really got into instruments. Music, yes, but...other peoples’ not my own. My mother used to play piano, and before he passed, my father would play guitar for their duets. Mom could do anything she set her mind to.” his fond smile vanished. “James says she doesn’t play anymore, though. A result of my absence, no doubt.”
Anabelle’s brown knit.”She doesn’t know where you are?”
Alex shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know where we are. I had James bring me here. Whenever I go back to the city, I have him blindfold me.
“I told my mother I was in some trouble and I had to leave, and that was that. James brought me here, and I’ve lived here ever since. I only ever went back to watch you perform”
A smile kissed the corner of her mouth. “You watched me perform?”
“Of course! I had to keep you safe. Your father’s bravery saved hundreds, but after he left Blüd Enterprise, he didn’t have the money to keep you safe. So I did it for him.”
“Which of my performances did you go to?”
“All of them.”
Anabelle gaped.
“And for the record, that guy you dated a few months ago-he was a total jerk. I approve of the breakup.”
Anabelle gasped. “All those times, you were there and I didn’t even know it.” She frowned. “Has Blüd tried to get me before now?”
Alex shifted nervously and chose to look at his hands rather than answer the question.
Anabelle scoffed. “How many times? Two? Three?”
“Five, but the third time, James took all the heat. I had the flu, and he wouldn’t let me help. I convinced him to let me see you play, but when I tried to protect you, he threatened to tie me up if I tried to help.”
“All those times.” she whispered. Her lip was going to split if she kept gnawing on it like this. She swept a hand across her face. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why protect me? And my dad! You don’t even know us!”
Alex looked at her for a long time before answering. “Anabelle, what Simon did...he had the courage to do what I could not. What I was too scared to do. If I had told everyone, Anabelle, I would have had the money to protect myself from Blüd. But your father...with nothing to speak of but a cheap house and a ten year old daughter...he did it anyway, and there is” he paused, taking a breath, “no describing how much I admire that. How much I regret not telling.” he slid his hand onto her cheek. “So...since there was no way for me to protect your father-he insisted on living a normal life- I had to protect the thing that meant to most to him and make it mean the most to me.” he cleared away Anabelle’s sudden tears with his thumb. “ conscience would tear me up.”
She raised her hand to his on her cheek and said, “But you’ve saved me five times now, Alex. You don’t have to do it anymore.”
He withdrew his hand from her face. “Maybe. But in my mind, I can never truly repay your father.” he took her hand and rubbed her knuckles, studying them. “Besides…” he said, looking up at her eyes, “I kind of like having you here. So you may be stuck with me.”
Anabelle laughed a little and opened her mouth to speak when a nearby crash caused her to turn her head.
“What was that? Get a whole lot of visitors out here?” she asked, smiling.
“No...only James.”
“I’m sure something just fell like a pot or something. I’ll go see what it is.” she rose to leave, and felt Alex’s fingers close around her wrist. She looked back.
“Here.” he whispered, handing her the kitchen knife. “Just in case.”
“Ha-ha.” she whispered sarcastically, taking the knife and moving to the doorway. She quietly stepped into the hall, and looked into the kitchen cautiously, holding her hair back so as not to allow it to swing into view.
Heavy footsteps alerted her to another’s presence nearby. Three men stood in the kitchen, and another knelt on the ground, teeth gritted in pain. James.
Anabelle gasped and ducked back behind the wall. When no one made notice of her sound, she glanced again. There was a tall man and two short men. The tall man had blood-red eyes and a jagged scar going down the length of his face.
She had seen enough. She carefully returned to Alex. When she their eyes met, her face told him everything.
“Help me up.” he whispered, urgently. She slipped an arm under his shoulder, and lifted him to a standing position. He nodded his head at the closet. “There.” Anabelle helped him to the doors which she slid open, doing her best to be quiet.
“To the left, there’s a handle on the floor. Lift it up. There’s a trap door where we can hide.
When she lifted the door, blackness roared up at them. They descended. Anabelle hated the dark, and when they both sat with relative comfort on the dirt floor, she gripped Alex’s fingers tightly.
“The water!” she said, looking frantically at where she knew him to be. “If he feels that it is still hot, he will know we are here!” she pulled herself away from him despite his protests. “It will only take a minute. I’ll be right back.”
Unable to move unaided, he said “Anabelle?” she turned. “Be careful.” she nodded and smiled confidently at him before leaving silently. She closed the hatch behind her.
Once topside, she snuck to the table where the bowl was. She carried it to the doorway where she searched the hall for the intruders. Once assured it was clear, she passed into the kitchen where she proceeded to dump the liquid.
She hurried about her job, glancing up every few seconds for her own safety. A shout alerted her to a predator. She dropped the bowl, shattering it, and took off down the hallway. She could hear the man in pursuit, his heavy boots thudding on the wooden panels beneath their feet.
She swerved unexpectedly around a corner and then another, finally finding herself lost among the maze of hallways. She sunk to the floor, gripping the knife tightly to her chest. A trickle of blood popped from her lip as her teeth dug into it, causing her to swallow the scream that welled up inside her throat. Then she heard him.
“Anabelle…” she shuddered and her breathing grew faster as she began to panic. That voice.
“Come back to me, my dear.” Tears rolled from her eyes, adding to the nervous swear that already drenched her face. Her dream came back to her mind, unbidden as she shivered spasmodically.
“Anabelle…” it was him all over again. He was getting closer. She could tell-she could hear him. “If you come out now, we won’t kill you.” he laughed, sending goosebumps cascading over her clammy skin. “We might hurt you, but I promise, it won’t kill you. Not just yet.”
Anabelle tried hard to hold back her sobs. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block him out.
“But what about poor James here?”
They came back open. Wide open.
“Here’s a new deal: If you come out now, we won’t hurt James.”
“No, Anabelle! Run!” James’s voice shot into her ears.
“If I were you, I would hurry. My men are a bit anxious to remove some of James’s fingers.” he was closer. “So I” closer “would” closer “hurry up” he was so so close. “if I were you.”
Anabelle plunged the knife behind her, around the corner, and as she tried to draw it back, found her hand clamped in place by another person’s fingers.
“Missed me.” As she turned, she saw that Blüd’s smiling face was mere inches from hers. She screamed as she struggled to get free, but his fingers-like the blood in her nightmare-would not be pushed away. Something heavy struck the back of her head, and just before her eyes shut, she thought she heard Alex screaming her name. He’s stuck. He can’t move, she thought, I have to help him out!
Then the black again.

Thanks sososososososo much for reading!!!! Thank you everyone! Haha It took me a while to write today's so I hope you all enjoyed it. The suspense is going to kill me, and I already know what happens!!! Haha I hope you all liked it!!!

Have a great night, and Lord willing, I will see you tomorrow!!!

Blessings <3 :)

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Sniper Part 5

So here's part 5 of Sniper!!! I wrote so much today! I feel awesome! I thought I should probably type it all up before I head off to work. So here it is! The part you have been waiting for!!! Reading this part will tell you all why Alex kidnapped Anabelle, and who the mysterious doctor is!!! Enjoy. :)

Sniper, Part 5
After Anabelle told him what happened, he didn’t seem affected much by it. He simply closed his eyes and shook his head, repeating his before-mentioned crass comment about Alex being a fool.
“Let’s get him into his bed. He can’t stay here on the floor. He needs to be able to breathe better.” The man said, calmly. He hoisted Alex over his shoulder, taking care to make sure Alex’s injured leg did not bang against his hip.
Anabelle followed, now feeling rather useless, as the man lay Alex gently on the bed she had been using before it all happened. Her mouth closed, and her old habit of biting her lip returned. She hadn’t realized that was his bed.
“Now,” said the man, hands on hips, with a stern look chiseled on his face, “go get some cold water in a bowl and a cloth. I’m worried he might get a fever.”
When Anabelle stood there, unmoving, eyes glued to Alex’s face, the man sighed and moved in front of her, blocking her view of the injured on the bed. “Hey, Alex will be okay, but I need you to get me that water, yeah?” Anabelle’s distant eyes flicked to the man’s face.
“What’s your name?”
He smiled, little crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. “James.” he told her, “Why don’t you go fetch me that water now, yeah?”
Anabelle pursed her lips and turned to leave, noticing for the first time that James’s accent was British.
Hours later found Anabelle sitting alone by Alex’s bedside. James had left, saying that he would return the following day to check on them. “When you see him sweating, wipe it off with cold water. Make sure it’s cold.” he had said.
Anabelle found some bread that had been baked the previous morning and munched half-heartedly on it. She laid it aside after a bit, not really hungry. Her dream seemed glued to her eyelids, something she could not remove. Every time she blinked, she was drowning again. So she stayed awake. The day passed slowly and uneventfully, as Anabelle tended to her patient, never leaving his side for more than a few minutes for fear he would awaken alone.
At about one o’clock the next morning, Anabelle woke up, her hand grasping Alex’s and her cheek pressed to them.
Her throat dry and sticky, she rose to retrieve a glass of water. When sthe tried to pull her hand from his, she was hindered. She glanced back to see his fingers tightly gripping hers, and his nearly-shut eyes staring back at her like lines on a paper. Her own tired pupils shot open. She held the cold cloth to his face, and patted the sweat away.
His lips moved just barely, releasing a croak that Anabelle couldn’t hear.
“What?” she put her ear so close to his lips that she could feel his breath.
“I said…” he coughed, “I said ‘good morning.”
Anabelle grinned hugely at him. “Good morning.”
“Think I could-” another cough, “Think I could get some water?”
Anabelle turned quickly, detaching their hands and ran into the kitchen where she spilled water on the counter in her rush to bring it to him. She slid her palm beneath his head and tipped the lip of the cup into his mouth. He gulped several times and would have continued had she not pulled it away.
“James said not to let you drink too much at a time.”
Alex laughed hoarsely. “James was here?”
Anabelle nodded. “He was the one who stitched you up after...after I…”
Alex frowned and sat up, placing his hand on her cheek. “Hey, it’s alright. You didn’t know what you were doing.”
Tears slipped down her face, and he wiped them away with his thumb. “Hey.” he said, a smile in his voice. She looked up at him. “Thanks for taking care of me.”
She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and reached for his cup of water. “Who is James?”
“James is…” he blew air out of his cheeks as he ran a hand through his hair. “James is...the reason I am still alive.”
Anabelle frowned. “Well, yeah, but who is he? How did you meet him?”
A far-away look came to his face. “Before…” he flung his hand in a semicircle around him. “Before all this, my family was actually really rich. My mom owned Marcks Industries-”
“The medical facility?”
“Yes.” he nodded several times before continuing. “So lots of money came in from charity, thanks, and sales. Marcus Blüd, owner of Blüd Enterprise-yes, the medical provider-was very close to my family. He was like a father to me.
“One night, when I needed some help with a relationship, I went to him for advice. When I asked the information desk where he was, I was led down to the bottom floor-the floor he had always told me was for top-secret research.” Alex’s eyes grew wider. Anabelle took his hand again, and he grabbed it so tightly his knuckles went white.
“There were rows and rows of cells. Each cell held a person. Most were screaming-begging for release. The rest lay limp on the floor. Dead.
“When I found Blüd, he was watching some man in a lab coat stick a little girl with all kinds of needles. She couldn’t have been more than nine. She kept screaming-screaming for her mother, so loudly that they finally sedated her and she slept.” Alex paused, obviously trying to keep his calm. “Finally, Blüd turned and saw me. I asked him what was going on. ‘We are...researching, Alex. That’s what this company does. We are furthering the knowledge of the human race.’ he said. I told him that if he didn’t shut it down right away, I would tell everyone. I should have left without a word, because he told me that if I told anyone, he would kill me. ‘We wouldn’t want your mother to be heartbroken, would we?’ he asked. So I kept quiet, went back to my everyday life like a coward.
“A year later, we were at his company picnic. He threw one every year. I saw someone tap Blüd on the shoulder and beckon him into a different room. I followed.
‘I can’t do this anymore, Blüd,’ the man said, ‘It’s wrong. I have my own little girl at home, I can’t keep doing this.’ Blüd told him that he could leave, but if word of the research got out to the public, Blüd would find him, and kill him.” Alex shuddered. “A week later, it was all over the news: Blüd Enterprise had been kidnapping people off the streets and doing experiments on them to research human endurance. Anabelle, the man who told everyone, his name was Simon Lochton. Your father, Anabelle. I helped him escape Blüd. I gave him a new identity, and he escaped.”
Anabelle drew a sharp breath, and held her hands to her face as large, betrayed tears dripped from her face slowly, and then all at once.
“That-that man who shot me-”
“Was Blüd. He was trying to get to your father. Simon took away all that Blüd held dear, so now Blüd wants to do the same to your father. He wants you.”
Anabelle crushed her fists to her eyes and rocked slowly from side to side, weeping loudly, Alex sat up enough to reach his arms around her and press her head to his shoulder.
“That’s why I brought you here after the shooting. I thought that Blüd had given up on your father a long time ago, but when I saw that he wanted you, I couldn’t let that happen. When I helped your father escape, Blüd killed my sister. James made me this place.” Alex looked up admiringly at their surroundings. “He saved my life, and now I am going to save yours.” he rubbed her back gently. “James brings me supplies, now. He gives me updates on my mother, and keeps her safe.” he paused. “I brought you here to keep you safe.”
Anabelle untucked her hands from between them, and threw them around Alex’s neck, hugging him tightly. He pulled her in closer.
They sat there for the remainder of the day-Alex doing his best to comfort her-and into the night. And when Anabelle came awake the next morning, his arms were still wrapped protectively around her.

Thanks so so much for sticking with me through all this! You guys are so awesome!

Have a great weekend!

Signing out. :)

Blessings. :)