Ok,ok I know, I know I promised Part 2 a long time ago(shit what am I writing a Dr.Seuss book) but it turns out that Part 2 needed some mass editing and I like deleted a page and half of it because, well, it seemed to be dragging.  

So Part 2 has taken me a bit longer to finish then originally intend and I’m sorry for that…

However it should be hopefully -if Night and Kyle give me a bit of leeway and come back from whatever vacation they are on…- I should be done with it by Tuesday and posted on here by Thursday 😀 Yay!

Oh and this week should be awesome! There will be four authors I have yet to meet in my area on Thursday and Saturday.
Lets just say this writer is well…excited and hopefully these encounters will give me more inspiration for blog posts since I have been sucking at it.


N00b staus for the win!


It’s been a while


It’s been awhile since I posted last. So let me tell you what I have been up to. There is nothing really new since the last time I posted but I did discover this writers meme I thought was super cool and I like to share it with you. 

As I was browsing Deviant art I came a crossed this meme for writers. The meme basically states that you put your music player (in my case my ipod) on shuffle, pick two characters(yours or fanfic) and write to the music. Sounds easy enough right?

To be honest it’s kind of a pain in the ass. And here’s why. 

You have to adapt to each song, each section of you story has to end with that song(no adding to it after wards, no going back), you can’t skip a song just because it doesn’t fit, you have to keep your original story line going, and you have to do this for 10 songs. 

I was like “Ok it sounds fun” so I tried it. The first couple songs it was hard to adapt to the music, to try and fix the story, so to speak, to fit the music I was listening too. But after song 3 it became easier to adapt and I think it turned out great actually!  It went from a fight scene to being all a dream. However the second time I did this meme it was super hard. It went from “Life Starts Now” a song by Three Days Grace to a song from Breath Carolina called “Velvet” (which I have never heard before and is about a girl stripping for her boyfriend….) let’s just say that story I cheated on…

So I really encouraging you to try it especially if your like me and music is a heavy influence in your writing. It’s hard and it definitely works your brain but it’s a lot of fun. Even if you get a crazy play list of a mosh pit of genres.

Oh and by the way I have finished part 2 of my Silver Tear story. I will post in the next few days after I edit it in word.

Have a good day 😀

Part 1

So I decided to re-post this because there are issues with the last post I did. The link didn’t work the way I wanted it to and I also made some very minor edits
So here is Part 1 again. (plus it is now in a folder of its own.)
Part 1


My mind wandered as I walked down the cold streets of Seattle. Buildings lined my sides and the once busy streets were empty, no people. Eerie. I tucked my face down deeper into the collar of my jacket and shoved my hands into my pockets. The lights cast gleams of orange and yellow on the wet pavement.

Has it already been a year?

Have I really been looking for her for that long?

I turned down an empty alley way, my boots echoing against the brick walls as they met the concrete. It was here I started to remember what had happened that night, how I made Kevin stop because my gut told me he needed to, how I got out of his car in the pouring rain and had heard the screams and sobbing a couple blocks down. Three mistakes were made that night as I being a not so knight in shining armor ran to the aid of a princess.

One year ago

“Let me go!”  She screamed tears streamed down her cheeks. Her voice echoed through the empty alleyway as a man grabbed her wrist knocking her umbrella out of her hand. It fell to the ground with a thud, rolling slightly as the wind brushed against its yellow skin. “Help me!” She pulled away attempting to free herself. His grip only tightened as he overpowered her and threw her against the wall. She pulled her free hand back and with a loud crack, slapped him hard in the face.

Bad idea.

Her watery eyes went wide as she realized what she had done. The man chuckled. “Now, Now why would you do that?” He grabbed her arm and slammed it on the wall above her head making her wince. “It only makes my want grow.” His voice was deep and husky as his cheeks raised and he smiled. He moved her other arm up next to it pining her against the wall. She screamed again. She tried to fight but her panic had used what resources her body had and she became exhausted. He took both her hands in one of his.

“Nonononono,” She sobbed wiggling her body trying to get loose. To get away.

“Oh now, now sweetheart…” He soothed caressing her cheek. “It will be ok, I promise it will only hurt if you let it.” He kissed her neck as he moved his hand down and slid it up under her Escape the Fate t-shirt. The sound of shoes meeting the pavement filled the air. Her eyes flicked to the right as he lifted his head, lips parted into a thin pale smile. “Looks like we have a visitor.”

“Hey!” My heart pounded hard in my chest. Man what the hell was I doing? He looked at me, his eyes seeming to glow in the dim light of the ally, however, I took no note of it.

Mistake one.


As I quickly assessed the situation, I noticed something strange about his attire, he seemed to be almost too nicely dress, like he had come from a fancy restaurant or a play perhaps.  He wore a blood red button down with his sleeves pushed up past his elbows, loosened tie, black slacks and dress shoes. Seems a little strange for some who clearly wants to do harm to someone else. Clearly he was drunk or on something. His stature was weird too, He was about average height maybe a tad bit shorter than me. And to be honest I’m not very tall. He wasn’t well built either. Skinny, yet able to overpower her with great ease. Obviously not drunk.”Leave her alone!”

“Now why would I do something like that?” he asked, his voice deep and steady.

Don’t get cocky, don’t get cocky, Kyle don’t get cocky. That phrase repeated over and over in my head. I blocked it out and my mouth gained a mind of its own. I chuckled. “Oh, trust me I can be very persuasive.”

Mistake two.


A faint white glow started at the tips of my figures quickly spreading to the palm of my hand, were it began pulse. The energy grew and started to crackle lighting up the ally. It crawled up my arm and the man began to laugh.
Taunting me.

“You really think that’s going to do something?”

“I’m almost sure it will.”

His face went straight. “Boy…go home, this is not of your concern.” He turned back to the girl, pressing his body firmly against hers. He leaned down and kissed her neck. Or at least I thought he did. “This one is not giving up easily, he’s powerful, and all yours my sweet,” he whispered in her ear. He smiled.  “Kill him.”

“I’m giving you three seconds man before I fry you!” I said trying really hard to hide the fact that I was about to pee my pants. He continued, touching, violating, ignoring me. The white hot energy began to gather in my hand, forming a crackling ball and without thought I hurled it at his head. Missing by a hair it hit the wet brick and fizzled loudly.

He jumped, paused and let go of her wrists. Turning to me he took a couple small steps back, his hands raised in a pose of defense.  “Alright, I can see that you’re serious, I’ve had my fun and would prefer not get electrocuted, for it is raining and would clearly ruin my expensive shirt…” He locked eyes with me and gave me a sly smile. “She is all yours,” He backed away into the shadows. “Ta ta.”

I don’t know why I didn’t think this all seemed to odd. He clearly wanted to take her by force but he gave up so easy…to easy but it never crossed my mind. I ran down to the end of the alley and looked around. The streets were empty void of people as if he was never here in the first place. A gust of wind blew at my back chilling me to the bone and I shivered. I cast my eyes around the area one last time thinking I had missed him.

No one.

He was gone. I turned around to see if she had ran but she was still there. Slid down the wall and sitting on the wet concrete, her knees pulled up to her chest as she rocked herself gently back and forth, sobbing. I ran back over to her and keeled down in front of her. “Hey, hey, hey,” I soothed. I placed my hand softly on her shoulder, her body quaked beneath it. “It’s ok,” She looked up at me and I feel in love. Her eyes were puffy and red but it couldn’t hide the beauty of their clear gray complexion. A strand of wet holly red hair draped a crossed her pale gentle face. She was no more than 17. “He left,” my heart pounded hard in my chest. The thought of why she didn’t just run never crossed my mind. She starred at me for a long while then moved forward quickly catching me off guard and I fell backwards. “Whoa” The cold water seeped quickly through my jeans as I landed in a small puddle. I looked down my hands out to the side and I realized she had her arms wrapped around me, her head buried deep in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her carefully, and pulled her in more. “Its ok.” I ran my fingers through her hair, her body was still shaking. I notice that but what I didn’t notice could have saved my life.

Mistake three.

“You should of left” she mumbled softly. “Why did you have to be the hero?” It was then I said the cheesiest line in the history of cheesy lines. The response was not what I was expecting though.

“Every damsel deserves to be saved.” I grinned.

She let out a small short weak giggle and then returned to her quite demeanor and spoke softly. “Not me,” She frowned. “I’m not worth the price you’re going to pay…”

“I wouldn’t be so sure…”

She sat up and looked me in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

I shook my head and I won’t lie I was confused. “Don’t be.”

She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I really am.” She moved down to my neck and nudged it with her nose. For some reason my body responded and I tilted my head to the side, elongating my neck. Her lips brushed up against my skin.

“Um sweethear-“my words were cut short as I screamed. An excruciating pain surged through my body like the electricity that ran through my veins. She had sunk her teeth deep in my neck and it hurt. I tried to push her away, then it started in my cheeks. The tingling. Then it traveled quickly down my body. Taking feeling from my arms, fingers, then legs and toes. My body went limp and all I could do was lay there.



Hero to victim.

God how could I have been so stupid?

So naïve?

A tear formed in the corner of my eye and rolled down my cheek. My eyes became blurry and I started to become light headed and dizzy. She finished what she was doing and leaned over me, but at this point, all I could see was a blob of the pretty red head I mistakenly tried to save. Sadness tainted her voice as she whispered in my ear.

“Thank you for being my knight in shining armor. I’m really sorry it had to be this way.” Copper ran over my lips as she gave me a kiss. My world went dark. “I’m sorry.” she said one more time, then I was gone.


Tears welled her eyes as she wiped her mouth with her arm leaving a trail of red on her skin. Trish really did feel sorry. She didn’t want to do it but she had to. She jumped, quickly reaching up to her chest thinking she felt something. Nothing was there though. No heartbeat.

Did she just take an innocent life for nothing?

She stood there for a minute then she felt her heart beat again, it was slow but there. Steady tapping echoed around her, followed by slow clapping and she turned to face it. Atobe walked up to her smiling.

“Bravo, bravo” he said pushing the strand of hair out of her face. His spoke normal again, his thick British accent coating the words. “You’re a brilliant little actress”

Trish pulled away sharply and glared. Tears rushed out of her eyes. “You’re cruel” Atobe gave her a faint smile, placing his hand on her cheek he wiped away a tear. He sighed.

“Don’t be like that,” he said grimly. “I couldn’t tell you for it would’ve diminished the authenticity and would have been harder for you to attract attention.” Trish glance back down at the boy who so foolishly tried to save her. More tears crept out of her eyes as he pulled her into hug and let out a sigh. “I’m sorry my sweet, the pain will pass, the first one is always the hardest.” He said sympathetically.

“He didn’t deserve it.”

“No one ever does.”

“Kyle?!” A voice pierced through the darkness.

“We have to go my sweet,” Trish nodded. “However your body isn’t strong enough to survive a leap, so how about a late night stroll” he draped his arm around her shoulders and they walked off in the opposite direction.

Atobes rose

Is this happening to you?


Ok so I thought this would work but every time I personally click the link for my story it doesn’t show because of my content 😦  (It could be because I’m trying to access it mobily.)

Is anyone else having this problem or can you turn it off? 

I don’t want you guys to have to sign up to read my short story because that would suck.

If it’s not working and you can’t shut it off without signing up let me know and I will post a different link this time to my st.ash and we’ll see of that works.

Short story


So I’m still not entirely sure how to post stories on here just yet. So I posted my short story on my Deviantart account and have decided to put a link here since its six pages long on word….

This short story all started with a picture of a girl running away from an umbrella. My sadistic brain turned it and came up with this lovely piece. Which in the end I am quite proud of.

So for part one just click the lovely blue rose.



Its been a few days


So hello again, It has been a while since I have posted (only a couple days). 

I figured i would tell you about my latest adventuring to the middle of no where (I seriously thought I was lost like six times and drove straight through two towns to get there) to meet Charles De Lint and Charles Vess. It was really fun.

He talked about his new book Seven Wild Sisters,sang some songs that he and his wife had wrote for it. Charles Vess did an art show and told us about how he got started in the illustrating business and how he did work for Marvel and DC.They talked about the collaborative process and how they worked together to create Seven wild sisters .

Afterward they did a signing and asked questions. So of course I waited until everyone had left to get my books signed.

He was a cool guy.  He told me to do independent publishing instead of publishing companies. He said they take a huge chunk of money and all they really do is market your book. He also told me to seek an artist that charges by the art work and does not take a percentage from your book. And told me when I get something done to contact him if I want someone to read it So that’s awesome.

In the long run it was awesome and I got a stack of signed goodies. Well worth the 2 hour drive.


Image  Image

I think I have figured this out??


So yesterday I spent all day clicking buttons and trying to figured out how this website works. I think I may have figured out some of it, like how to create pages which I still don’t entirely know but I think I have kind of figured it out.


So hopefully I will post something here soon for you to read that’s not just me being “Oh what do i do?” and “Oh so that what that does”

I get to meet Charles De Lint tonight at a meet the author. So that should be interesting, maybe I will post some of the knowledge I gain on here. 😀