How Many Ways Can One Enter Mordor? Part 1

- run

- skip merrily

- cartwheel

-bicycle

- ride a dragon

- ride an Ent

- Drive a car

- dance

- ride on a horse

- shuffle

- do a conga line

But one cannot simply walk into Mordor.

My Little Addiction: NaPoWriMo

If you have been anywhere near the internet within the last year, you may have encountered the sensation known as My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. And I, myself, have become a addict. Just now, I have completed a challenge based off of the National Novel Writer's Month- only with ponies. Some of you out there may scoff at people like me who love the latest incarnation of My Little Pony. But I believe that this particular subculture is legitimate and can produce such good things such as National Pony Writer's Month.

If this post makes no sense, then blame the fact that it is 12:15am where I am. I tell you more about My Little Addiction later.

Tomorrow and Tomorrow...

Each and every day I dread the tomorrow.

Tomorrow is one more step into the unknown, one more step towards the abyss. I grasp at the rope I have tied around my waist. It's still there. I sigh in relief and continue on towards my doom.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is one step closer to an old friend of mine. He was there at my birth, whispering into my ear, soon. He has been at my side ever since, though I do not see him. It is only when he does his job that he makes himself known to me.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is one step closer to losing my rope. My friend is behind me, hacking away at it. I wish he would stop, but both he and I know it is his job. And when I have been freed from the rope, that will be the time to join him.

Tomorrow.

I will continue on into the tomorrow, until there are none left.

Compilations and Constants

Whenever there is an extended family get together, it is inevitable that family stories poke their noses out of the woodwork and rear their ugly heads. Some are funny. Some are sad. And some are downright embarrassing. So I have decided to do the impossible. I have decided to collect as many stories from both sides of the family and bind them all into one book. The collection will be entitled, "BANSAI!" The problem is, I have the memory of a goldfish and cannot remember half of the stories I've been told. So to any family members who read this, e-mail me a story! I want both sides of a story, so everyone send me one!

Mind Games: Prologue

"Are you okay? Speak to me!"

Shattered glass lies around me. There's blood on it. My blood. I almost throw up at the sight.

Pain.

"I called 911. They'll be here any minute."

I frown. I didn't want to go to the hospital. It reminded me too much of her, and what had happened that day.

Pain.

"Please, stay with me..."

But I don't want to stay. I want to go away. Away from the pain, and the agony I feel everyday when she crosses my mind.

Pain.

"I don't want you to die..."

He's crying. Please don't cry. You're making this worse. He holds my hand, holds on to me, to stop me from slipping. But it's too late. I already fell.

"Please..."

My vision is going blurry around the edges. Please don't feel bad. I want you to feel happy. Please stop crying. What I did was for the best. I struggle to speak, to comfort.

"...I'm sorry. For everything."

Everything fades.

Story: Mind Games

This is Girl speaking. The author of this blog has allowed me to come forward out of her subconscious and tell you about the story she is writing that stars me. It's called Mind Games, and it's about my journey through the land of Trace; a place where the inner mind blooms and becomes reality. It's also about my discovery of who trapped me there and why I'm trapped. So would you kindly pay attention to this blog? Rebecca will update it with the actual story and various ideas that didn't work. Thank you, and I hope I didn't waste your time.

15 Minute Exercise: Jell-o

My aunt teaches a writing course, and she told me the first assignment she gives to her students: write everything you know about Jell-o in 15 minutes or less. So, for practice, I decided to do it. Here's the result, unedited and uncut:

What I know about Jell-o is that it's not true gelatin. Gelatin uses bones from various animals, usually horses. Jell-o uses something different. I also know that my mom had Jell-o as one of her pregnancy cravings. When she was pregnant with my brother, she ate the stuff like crazy. My brother likes it too. There's a cake recipe that our family has, where you put strawberry Jell-o inside angel food cake. I don't really like Jell-o all that much. On principle I don't eat anything that reminds me of brains. Which is squishy things in general. I don't really like the way it wiggles. I'm afraid that it might become sentient. Reminds me of slimes from the Dragon Quest series. Except for the eyeballs. And tongue. Everybody eats Jell-o. A lot of people, I think. You can put so many things inside Jell-o. Nuts, marshmallows, strawberries... the list is endless. I can't think of too much else to say about Jell-o.

It's terrible, but I only had 15 minutes, so whatever. It's a start.

About: Me

To be honest, I didn't think I'd be doing this.

Blogging, that is. It feels like I'm putting my personal diary up on the web for all to see. But my aunt suggested it, and it'd be a good place to see if people actually like my writing, so here I am. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I'm a writer. That is, I write. I haven't actually published anything yet. But I will.

Someday.