Ramblings + Randomness

Hello anyone who is reading this post! 😀

I haven’t been posting very often so; I’M SUPER DUPER SORRY!!

I have been working on a few stories/ novels and other projects.

Can we all just take a second to look at this extraordinary GIF!pushhen ipad.gif

PUSHEEN I CAN TOTALLY RELATE TO YOU BECUASE I LOVE COMPUTERS!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah I just wanted to say that…yeah….okay…

Interview with Me…Myself….and….I!!!!!

Me: Hi!

AU Me: Hiya

Me; Mkay so whats your favorite book series?

AU Me: THE LUNAR CHRONICLES!

Me: SAMEZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

AU Me: I HAVE TO GO BYEEEEE!!

Me: BUT WE JUST STARTED THE INTERVIEW!!

AU Me: BUT I NEED TO REREAD CINDER, SCARLETT, CRESS, WINTER, AND STARS ABOVE!!!!

ME; WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

AU ME; *leaves the post and starts to reread*.

Me: Well that was just great

 

Okay, that was totally weird, idk what I am doing I am just randomly typing like a random weirdo who is just typing to her followers.

INEED TO STOP WRITInG IN ALL CAPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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tYPE,TYPE, TYPE.

I AM STILL WRITING IN ALL CAPS…………………………………………………………

IDK WHAT THIS IS!!!!!

Sorry guys, that was just me being randomly weird and awkward. Ignore that.

relatable post #1

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Well thanks for reading! BYE!!

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Ava

The Beach- A poem

The beach

The sand sunk into my toes,

Tickling my feet.

The bright sun shone on me,

The humid air against my nose,

I smile and breathe it in.

The calm and gentle wind hugs me,

The clouds slowly sway.

 

Why planning doesn’t work

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I remember staring at a piece of paper full of scribbles and notes. When will I ever start this novel? I had thought to myself. All my plans and ideas I had scribbled on the page were forgotten. So I clicked the button that said: Word 2013 and started typing about my random story characters. I ended up writing a nice short story. That was the first time I realized that planning doesn’t always work.

when you are writing a story, you need to have a plan. But when you over plan, the story process becomes more of a chore. For me, writing is harder when I plan and it’s easier when I come up with an idea and start writing.

Here are some alternatives to planning

Talk to your characters

Have you ever talked to your story characters? I have many times. When I talk to my character, I learn more about her/him. I imagine I’m the friend and they are having a normal conversation. It’s easy and fun to talk to them.

Write random stories about your characters

When writing, you don’t have to always stick with the story. Open up a new page and write a mini story about your character, and how the character handles a certain situation. Then, if you liked the story you can try to add it into you book.

 

Experiment with other ideas

When writing, try knew things with you charcters. Interveiw your character. Ask them questions. That will help you learn more about them, trust me, it helps.

 

I hope these tips help!

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What do you admire about other books? Do you have any other tips?

Ava

Letters from Esme

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Dearest Mallory,

Mallory, I haven’t written to you for a long time. Mother makes me write letters every day, I actually enjoy it. Little Everett was sent to boarding school to take up the violin. I miss him so, It’s hard without him being home much. Every Sunday he visits. Even though he is very annoying I still miss him.

I am so excited because the spring ball Miss Weatherford is hosting is tomorrow evening. I am going to wear a beautiful Violet evening gown, with lots of frills, and those puffy sleeves. It’s so becoming and best of all, the ball is the night of my birthday. I’m turning 13 years old. My first ball and I’m finally a young woman! It’s going to be splendid!

We have a visitor in Constard. It’s a very intelligent and charming young man. He visits frequently. He tutors me in art and literature. I think he is about fourteen. I hope he comes to the ball, maybe he might even dance with me!

How is college going? I miss you so.

I must go now, Mother is going out for tea and I have to come with her.

Have a wonderful day,

Your little sister,

Esme Blythe

The Abandoned Libary

Dearest Anges,

Today was a very strange day. It all started with the daily walk to the library. You know, that small little library that is downtown? My little brother, Everett, begged to come with me. Mother allowed him to come with me. The whole walk was frantic. Everett acted like an untrained dog. Chasing everything within reach, running into people, sticking his tongue out and panting like a beast. It was mortifying Anges. He did it the whole time. Children were laughing, especially the boys and young men. It was so embarrassing being the center of attention like that- and the more they laughed, the more Everett acted up. So I tried the only thing that would work, It should’ve worked.

“Won’t you boys be a dearie and stop laughing? My brother acts up even more when he gets attention, especially laughter!”

They laughed again saying things like, “Yes Mother” and “Mean Mommy”

I glared at them and kept walking, dragging little Everett down the street. I reckon we might even be in the newspaper, what a disgrace that little boy has cast upon us. We were almost at the library, soon the laughter would stop-once we got inside to be exact. Little Everett ran into the library, I raced in after him, not noticing it was closed. The Library was dark and quiet, I couldn’t see Everett anywhere.                                                       “Everett!” I shouted into the silence. No one answered. I shouted again. No answer. My heart beat. Faster. Faster. Faster.                                                                                                          “Hello!” My voice echoed into the darkness. My little brother was gone, lost. Oh, Anges, I was so scared, I had thought my brother had disappeared, but he was right behind me.

I held him and carried him out of the abandoned library. I think I want to go there again! I mustn’t let Mother know, and I mustn’t let Everett come. Oh Anges, I wish you could come into the library with me! Well, I have to go now, Mother wants me to help her make dinner. Have a pleasant day, and don’t forget to right back.

Your Loyal friend,

Esme Blythe

 

Tears- a poem

Salty tears sprout from my eyes,

I blink them away.

They slide down my face,

Onto my cheeks.

Stinging my skin,

Sadness flows through me.

I blink again,

But they stay.

Trickling down my nose,

Onto my lips.

I swallow back tears.

Tears stream down my face,

I lick my lips.

More tears sprout,

Teardrops on my eyelashes.

Such a sorrowful moment,

Seems to last forever.