The blind horror story

Hands gripping her body, then pulling, pushing, touching—prodding. A blindfold pressing into her forehead, but she is blind already; she doesn’t care.

Until she hears the sound of a blade being sharpened.

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The prompt for the weekend Trifexta was: “Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill. Good luck.”

This will most likely be my last trifecta entry until May, just because doing this and NaPoWriMo will make me crazier than I already am 🙂

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NaPoWriMo

I am going to die this month. Thanks to wantoncreation (he’s a great blogger, you should check him out!) I am going to be taking part in NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, which means that I’ll be writing a poem every day for the entire duration of the month of April.

Again, I am going to die this month.

Although many of them will probably be haikus and something small, I still wanted to tell you so that I don’t back out of this, because I’ve found that when you tell someone and don’t provide a Plan B for yourself, there’s no way you can’t not do what you said you would…. if that makes any sense 🙂

I probably won’t be posting every single one of my poems on my blog though (unless I suddenly switch personalities and find it easier to open up than ever before), but hopefully you all will be seeing a whole lot more of me and my poems in the weeks to come.

Hope you guys join me in NaPoWriMo, although, if you’re sane, you won’t.

Have a good rest of the week guys!

The Awakening

“She would, through habit, have yielded to his desire; not with any sense of submission or obedience to his compelling wishes, but unthinkingly, as we walk, move, sit, stand, go through the daily treadmill of the life which has been portioned out to us.”
The Awakening by Kate Chopin

I’ve been feeling a lot like this lately. Get up, go to school, smile fake smiles, go home, rest, repeat. Maybe the absence of stress allows boredom and the realization of one’s loneliness to creep in.

Haha, this should not be in my inspiration section; this should be in my depressing thoughts section. Hope I didn’t completely bum you out 🙂

But this book is actually quite good so far, and I hope that, through the main character’s progression in the novel, I’ll get some inspiration to change a few things in my own life. I really can’t wait to find out what happens to her in the rest of the book. In fact, what am I doing here blogging when I could be reading? 🙂

 

Primitive Games

The mangled sheen of the flesh-colored mound glistened on the ground next to a sprinkling of iridescent blood red rubies. Its eyes, which were still pulsing, could vaguely make out a flock of children running towards it, prodding its open skin with their pudgy, little fingers.

“Look,” they whispered. “Looky here. It’s been a year, hasn’t it? Since last time?” Slowly, they all stopped horsing around to recall the last time any lesser-than had even almost made it away from their collective cage.

“I found it first so I get to decide what to do with it!” The youngest child, Rainier Sanger, yelled. There was a burst of noise at this proclamation, and the children grew angry at the thought of giving away their rare play toy to the youngest of the group.

“No, I have a good idea, really! Something we can all do!” Rainier cried out, trying to quell the rebellious spirit that hung in the air. “We can play tanners!” This quieted the group, and the children happily gathered sharp rocks to split the skin from its convulsing body.

Once done collecting rocks, they began whistling and rolling in the mud, just as the hunters do every spring, and Rainier spread berry juice on his face and got ready to make the first incision when—

“What are you doing, Rainier?”

Rainier looked up in surprise; the hunters were never stopped mid-incision.

“You know that any runaway game should be left to rot! Why, you have hundreds of playthings at home, and you’re going to waste your time with this disgusting thing. You know, only,” his sister’s voice got quiet, “only the lesser-thans, the creatures in the pens, play those kinds of games.” Then she straightened up with a huff. “They’re so primitive! And that’s why we hunt them, because even though they look like us, they don’t know the difference. Now stop playing this cheap, filthy game and come home. Mom has some tasty game for dinner.”

This is my entry for this week’s Trifecta challenge, in which we have to write a poem or story between 33 and 333 words (mine is exactly 333, finally!). We also have to include the word “cheap” in the story, in which the meaning of cheap is:
This is an incredibly dark story, especially for me, so I hope it turned out well. It’s been a while since I’ve posted on trifecta, so I guess we’ll see. Look forward to reading all of your submissions as well!

My neighborhood in abstract photos

I took a few photos of items, places and things around my house for my photography class, and I’m actually proud of the way they turned out, so I thought I’d share them with you! But only the best ones; I don’t want you to see my many failed photos (yes, there are a few photos that are completely white, which was definitely my intention…. definitely).

Here they are! I think they’re abstract enough where you won’t know where I actually live, but if you figure it out, major kudos to you!

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And that’s my quick post for the day 🙂

Tattoos, trees and broccoli: problems of not being able to draw

Can you draw a tree that doesn’t look like a broccoli? Well, I can’t, and this is why I need your help.

Since I’m going to be leaving home in a few short months for college (gasp!), I want to get a tattoo to symbolize how my family will always be with me throughout life, so I settled on the idea of getting a tattoo of a tree to represent a family tree and to serve as a reminder to always stand tall, be proud and stay strong.

The only problem, though, is that I can’t draw a tree without it looking like a broccoli. So I’m turning to the wonderful members of the blogging community for help!

What should my tree tattoo look like? I’ve already asked a couple of my friends to draw some sketches for me, but I thought I’d ask you guys as well, if you are willing and have any free time on your hands to help me out. I know I want it to have leaves, which just makes the problem worse, since I can generally draw a barren tree just fine. In fact, I’m thinking of getting an aspen tree as it symbolizes determination and overcoming fears.

In addition, I’m planning on getting it on my ankle, so it isn’t on display all the time, but I can still see it easily. However, because I’m going to get it on my ankle, it does have to be a small drawing, which makes it hard to do any small details (a few of my friends were not happy about this).

Also, if you have any advice about getting tattoos, I would be more than happy to hear it! For instance, how long should I wait to get this tattoo? A couple of friends said that I should wait at least six months from when I first get the idea to actually getting the tattoo. Also, how bad does a getting a tattoo hurt? Some people tell me it’s just like a cat scratch and others tell me that it’s the worst kind of pain possible.

Any advice is welcome, since I want to make sure that I won’t regret anything 🙂

Ten things I will never understand

1. Why people clean their house before their cleaning lady or cleaning crew comes to clean it up for them.

2. When people use the phrase: “It’s clear to everyone.” If it’s clear to everyone, why are you saying it? You’re just wasting everyone’s time by saying what they already know.

3. Chemistry. I tried it and failed, and now I know that chemistry will always be a gigantic mystery to me.

4. People who can party hard until 4 am and then wake up to go to work. I can’t do it. I’m still a teenager and I need my full eight to nine hours of sleep. I don’t understand how thirty-year-olds do it and not go completely off-the-wall bonkers.

5. Why football is called football and soccer is called soccer. I’m no sports person, but doesn’t it make sense to call the sport involving feet “football,” and the other sport “soccer?”

6. Twilight. Just don’t understand how it got so popular when it’s so bad.

7. Why I watch reality TV shows. Seriously, I know that they’re crap, and I know that I will get crap from my friends for watching them, but I can’t stop. At least I haven’t started watching Toddlers and Tiaras. I feel like once I start watching that, I’ll be a true Reality TV junkie.

8. Why I buy jeans that are too small for me and tell myself that I’m going to lose weight in the future. It never happens. And I never seem to remember this, as evidenced by the recently bought too-tight jeans that I’m being sucked into right now.

9. Why, when I have 10 unopened, unread books sitting on my bookshelf, do I have an urge to go to my favorite bookstore and buy some more books?

10. Hipsters.

So those are the ten things that I will never be able to understand! What about you guys? Do you have things in your life that completely baffle your mind?