Tuesday, February 16, 2016

This poem is in recreation of Inconsiderate Llama.

Hey peeps.

So a few days ago, this one person in my class (I get to call her "Inconsiderate Llama" on here. Yay.) told me about how she wanted to do something really random and i made a poem out of it, just for fun. ;) So anyway, yeah. Enjoy.

Inconsiderate Llama
wants to shrivel up and die
on the side of the road
near a Chipotle. 

In recreation of Inconsiderate Llama.
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And so that concludes my poem.

Bye.

Friday, February 5, 2016

I regret nothing

So I was looking at Loren's blog and found this prompt. So anyway...... I wrote this story based on it. Enjoy!

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Siting in the royal velvet chair that belonged to my mother, Queen Brielle, I quickly thought about the war that was happening. Here, in the city of Zander, the first war in 130 years was happening. I heard a gun shot ring out from a crowd, some shrieks, and heavy wailing.

I got up from the thrown, picked up the hem of my butter-yellow gown, and walked to the room filed with TNT and other explosives we kept just in case something like this happened.

I grabbed a few pounds of TNT and walked as fast as I could out to the courtyard, not caring that the hem of my gown was being torn apart.

After what felt like forever, I sat the TNT down and BOOM!

I saw my maid, Lacey, running up to me.

"Queen Ella!" she shrieked. "You blew up half the city!"

I crossed my arms and replied with, "I regret nothing."
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So this sucked, but I was in a rush (I need to leave for school soon, and I still need to find a) my earbuds, b) my right shoe XD, and c) my lunch money.)

Bye,

Friday, January 29, 2016

writing camp~ challenge 3

so this is going to be different. i have you guys doing random prompts, so today, i will be giving you random song lyrics! these are going to be lyrics from the band all time low (which i love, fyi). so yeah. i'll also post the lyric video on here.

song: if these sheets were states.

 Single Review: “Kids in the Dark” (All Time Low) | Pop-Punk ... song: kids in the dark

dear maria, count me in song: dear maria, count me in

all of these are my favorites, fyi.

and i am not trying to get you to like all time low, i just wanted to post the lyrics so you could see the whole song. that's all.

so these are going to be due on feb. 12, so you have at least a week or two to get these in.

and for my point system, depending on how many prompts you use, you get a point. so if you use all 3, then you get 3 points.

so yeah.

bye. 

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

an excerpt of a novel i'm writing (which is inspired by emily at lost.)~ forever winter

as my music blared through my phone into my ears, i walked down the snow-covered street, avoiding the ice at all costs. last year, i broke my ankle when i slipped on the ice. i should’ve known that the ice was there, because it was always winter here in ohio.

all the time.

forever.

as i reached the front porch of my house, i heard a voice scream, “bye ainsley!” i turned and looked. i saw my best friend, saige greenland, in a pair of fleecy pajamas, covered in a hoodie that said, “university of iowa” on it in fluorescent orange lettering. she had this rare disease called “it” and it prevented her from going anywhere out of the house unless in a quarantine suit, as a precaution, because it was contagious.

when saige moved here last year from iowa, i was unaware about her disease. but after my sister said, “we need to get you to the doctor’s and get vaccinated for ‘it.’”, i knew something was up. so after i got vaccinated, i went to saige’s house and asked about if she knew about “it’. she explained everything to me, how she got it, where she got it, and why she moved here to ohio.

“bye.” i muttered. i wasn’t in a really good mood to chat right now. my math teacher, mr. lane, gave me an f on my math quiz. i studied long and hard the night before, by the light of my blue flashlight and under 5 layers of blankets. but he still gave me an f.

i opened the door to the house. inside, i heard my 23-year-old sister, autumn, pouring water into a cup and grabbing a box of tissues. when i was young (about 5 or 6), my mom slipped on some ice, got a serious concussion, and died. so autumn swooped in and took care of me and my younger sister, willow-marie.

“ainsley marissa brian!” scolded autumn. “shut that door right now!”

“sorry.” i muttered under my breath. i slammed the door shut, making the house shake. our house was built in 1989, and hasn’t been repaired yet. our house was on it’s collapsing point. i heard some faint coughing and the sound of…. barfing?

“it’s willow-marie.” said autumn quickly. autumn grabbed the water and the tissue box. she hurried down the hallway and i followed her.

the walls in my younger sister’s room were a pale white. willow-marie’s face was so pale, if her eyes were closed, i would’ve thought that she was camouflaged with the walls.

“drink this” said my older sister softly, putting the cup of water up to willow-marie’s lips. “the doctor said that you need to keep hydrated, or you aren’t going to get better.”

“what happened?” i asked.

“so you know how last week she got sick with a cold?” asked autumn, whipping her head around to turn and face me.

“yeah?”

“well, she was still sick today. so i called the doctor, and the doctor told me that she has…..” autumn took a deep breath and said softly, “‘it’”.

i gasped. what would’ve happened? did willow-marie get it from saige?

i felt tears prickling my eyes. i pushed the door open, ran out, and ran into my room, slamming the door shut. i didn't care if the house shook.

until i found out what happened to my younger sister, i wouldn't care about anyone or anything.

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so as i said in the title, this is inspired by emily at lost 

and for saige greenland, i am also writing another novel called "it".

snow.

boot prints.

snow crunching beneath my feet

heart aching, begging to go outside.

as i stepped out of my cozy, heated house, the cold wind winded up my spine, giving me the chills

well duh it is the middle of january after all.






so how are you guys today? i'm actually staying home from school, we got, like, almost 3 feet here in maryland (2 1/2 to be exact) and school's closed today, tomorrow, and friday.

so anyway..... yeah. my brother is playing his nintendo 2ds right now and ugghhh he turns the volume up so loud.i can hear his super smash bros. music from my room and ugh.

so how many of you are off school this week? or today? i want to host an email chat (because i get bored and then i won't shut up haha.)

so yeah.

bye.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

invisible

my name is kelsi.

and i'm invisible.

no one notices me.

ever.

i'm always curled up in a cozy nook of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals, reading.

my parents don't even know that i exist.

my own parents.

they probably never knew i was born.

i'm just an invisible eleven-year-old.

just

invisible.

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this story/poem thingamabob is actually true.

guys, i'm lucky to have you guys here.

you guys are the only ones who notice me and my blog.

really.

so thank you guys.

thanks.


Saturday, January 23, 2016

writing though a lens

as the snow poured down, I was snapping pictures.

snap, snap. snap, snap.

my parents were just staring at me like I was crazy.

I was snapping away, completely ignoring them.

through the lens of my canon rebel t3i, I could see a story coming together.

then, after coming inside and hopping onto the computer, I typed.

the sound of my fingers on the keys was harmony.

as my sister stared at me while I typed, I knew that I was writing through a lens.

writing through the lens.
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whenever I take pictures, I see a story coming along. that's when I type.

so what did you think?

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

THIS IS A VERY OFF-TOPIC POST BUT I MADE A GIF. I MADE A GIF YAY!!!

GO HERE, PEOPLES

Writing Camp: challenge 2

originally, the stories where due the 23rd, but then i realized that i would be out of town so I wouldn't be able to post. so anyway, here are the prompts!

imageimageif you look at the bottom,  it says "I'm lonely." and that's what you have to base your story off of

look at me i'm ugly. that's me in the picture.



so, here is the challenge: you can only use ONE prompt!

mwahahahahahahahhahahahahahahaha *evil laugh*

so these are due on the 29th.

bye,

~Kelsi.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Writing Camp: Challenge One

I KNOW IT'S UP YAY!

Haha, this post is going to be really short, but these are the prompts for challenge one of my little writing camp thing.



for anyone who wants an extra point, use this:


edit: the stories are due on the 23rd! and also, if you guys want to look at my personal blog, this is the link: personal blog