Camp NaNoWriMo: A Walk Alone

Konichiwa~

Sup guys? It's been forever since I've written an entry on here, but that doesn't mean my writing has stopped! Actually, it's the complete opposite. I've been writing my butt off! Especially with Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I thought it would be good if I posted one of the short stories from the NaNoWriMo collection, so here you go! Enjoy!

Without wax,
lonewriter7

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The Mirror

Hey Stalkers!

I know it's been forever since I actually posted something, but that's because the school year started and being in double honors is KILLING ME. It's alright though, I love school. I'm currently taking the Robotics course, which is awesome. Learning new things is just so interesting. ^-^ Of course, I still write a lot. I have poems, mainly because those are fast and simple, and I just posted one to let you guys get a taste of my poetry. On this post though, I'd like to type up a draft of something I wrote at Starbucks! Enjoy!

Without wax,
lonewriter7

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The Flight of A Bird

The Flight of A Bird
by Dana Teves

A bird flies high above the trees,
Seeing the lush green grass below,
Feeling the wind beneath its wings.

A bird flies low across the land,
Skimming its talons on the water,
Droplets raining on its back.

A bird sees fire up ahead,
Its embers beautiful and dangerous,
Clouds of smoke high above its head.

A bird looks down on the flames,
Feeling it nip at its body,
Caressing its feathers with tender strokes.

A bird dives into the heat,
Dancing in the light glow,
And in the air the scent of scorching meat.

A bird flies, its wings spread,
But it won’t be long
Until it’s dead.

Hey There Delilah

Hey Creepy Stalkers!

So my bro, Sarah, has been telling me to write a story about Victoria and Sam... I mean, they're adorable and everything, but an entire story about them? I was thinking of actually making it so that the title of each chapter, or entry, would be a song title relating to the story? So it would be a song-fic (I think it's what it's called...). I'll try one here, and see how you guys like it! (For the record, this is all fiction.)

Without wax,
lonewriter7

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Rant: Lying

Hey Creepy Stalkers!

I've been going through a pretty crazy wave of emotions these past few days, and I just wanted to write it out. Excuse my language.

Without wax,
lonewriter7

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Trust is such a delicate thing. If you trust someone, you're placing your happiness into their hands. You're making a gamble. It can either double your glee, or take it away in seconds. When people put trust in me, I take that to heart. I wouldn't want to break that trust. If something isn't mine to tell, then I don't speak about it. So, when people accuse me of breaking that trust, it hurts. It hurts like hell, and I feel broken. My hands start shaking, my breath gets uneven, and it just hurts. Tears start to fall out of no where.

If I do lie about something, and my mom will vouch for this, I eventually speak up about it. If I insist that I haven't broken someone's trust, I haven't broken it. But of course, in this messed up world, people don't believe you. The world conspires against you, and drains away all your happiness. Your smile is stolen, your reason of being sucked away, leaving you empty. But then again, I'm used to feeling empty by now. It's not uncommon.

Obviously, I wish for them to believe me. I always do. But after years of that not happening, it's become something I'm used to. It doesn't mean it hurts any less. But I would've thought that you would understand me. You know me better than anyone, and honestly, I feel like I'm nothing without you. I would never manipulate you in any way; I admire your strong will too much to even think of doing that. I would hurt myself before even thinking about hurting you, you should know by now. If there's something that I know I did wrong, I own up to it. I don't go as low as to lie about it, especially to someone I care about as much as you.

I guess all this talk about caring about you won't even get into your head, since you don't trust me. How long have I been lying to you? I haven't lied. But you won't believe that. Why would I lie to you? I wouldn't. But you won't believe that either. So let me talk about something else. Going an entire day with barely any communication between us is actually extremely draining, especially when I don't have other people I can really connect with at school anymore. So when I say, "Who do I have to tell?" I literally mean, I don't talk to many people at school because I don't connect with any of them. So yeah, I'm pretty much socially dead right now, and this whole issue just made it ten times worse. I'm not saying your not going through things as well. I know you are. I'm just saying that you're pretty much all I've got left at this point, and as of now it's like two wrecking balls are placed on either side of my head.

Oh, and let me mention the fact that my parents are a huge draining factor as well, as you know. Just today, I was lectured by my parents about school. Again. And not to mention the fact that I got my social media taken away for it. Do you realize what that means? Let me spell it out. It means I'm isolated with people who say nothing but negative things about my effort, and I have no way of release. I can't call Sarah, nor can I contact anyone else. I'm left with only my thoughts, which isn't helpful either, because all I can think about is how I'm someone that is apparently trying to manipulate you, and how I can never get anything right. Ever. For once in my life, I actually thought I mattered to someone, and I was the happiest person on Earth. Then suddenly, I'm thrown into a pit of hell, with nothing but my own unhelpful mind to defend myself. It hurts! Yeah, I know you're stressed and confused, but you know what? So am I. So please, if we talked things out, it would be better than this mess of confusion and accusations.

Opinion: Insecurities

Hey Creepy Stalkers!

I'm going to rant about insecurities, mainly because I have a lot of them, but also because I know it's a thing that people deal with... Well, that and I have the urge to write about something. It's the first thing that came to mind. Just let me rant, okay? You don't have to read it. It's just a rant. Shhhhhh... this monologue never happened.

Without wax,
lonewriter7

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Homestuck!

Hey Stalkers!

I just wanted to say that HOMESTUCK G1G4UPD8 IS COMING OUT! I'm extremely excited! What is Homestuck you ask? *gasp*

Homestuck is a web comic, which can be found here! It's all about this video game called SBURB, which can control real life events... I won't spoil too much, but here's a snippet.

VRISKA: You know, they can say whatever they want a8out me.
VRISKA: 8ut somewhere out there is a shimmering new universe growing in a 8ig 8all of water.
VRISKA: He's looking hells of majestic. Amphi8ious and resplendent. His glorious croak would 8ring you to your knees.
VRISKA: That universe is going to give life to 8illions of trillions of zillions of cute little aliens.
VRISKA: You wouldn't even 8elieve how pretty and wonderful and happy all these aliens will 8e. It's making your lip trem8le just thinking a8out them, and how worth saving they are. Wow.
VRISKA: You could walk up to one of those aliens and put your hand on its innocent shoulder, and with a str8 face you could say, "Sorry to 8r8k it to you. 8ut tomorrow, a guy named Lord English is going to destroy your universe. You are all going to die."
VRISKA: And when that alien looks up at you with tears in its eyes, just 8efore the first one rolls down its weird alien cheek, you lean in close to its a8surd alien ear and whisper, "Psyche."
VRISKA: That's 8ecause you know a long time ago, in an o8scure pocket of reality the alien could never understand or give a shit a8out, some crazy girl sacrificed the "lives" of a 8unch ghosts in order to kill that guy forever.
VRISKA: They were already a million sweeps past their prime, existing on 8orrowed time, luxuri8ting in a kind of 8izarre metaphysical longevity few others will ever enjoy.
VRISKA: Just a fresh 8atch of 88 the squid gods kept on ice for an ins8tia8le fisherman cause they were sick of 8eing hunted themselves.
VRISKA: Those ghosts were all that stood in the way of an end to this eternal holocaust, and sparing their souls 8n't different in my view from personally committing atrocities on a cosmic fucking scale.
VRISKA: I only ever wanted to do the right thing no matter how it made people judge me, and I don't need a magic ring to do that.
VRISKA: You don't have to 8e alive to make yourself relevant.
VRISKA: And you don't have to 8e a good person to 8e a hero.
VRISKA: You just have to know who you are and stay true to that.
VRISKA: So I'm going to keep fighting for people the only way I ever knew how.
VRISKA: 8y 8eing me.