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FFFRRREEEEEDDDOOOOMMM!!! Another sad charrie?
Oh dear… poor Conrad!! 😭😭
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@freedomwriter76
I didn’t know that was scientifically possible.
i was going to say the exact same thing! XD
But, I mean, you did it… Conrad is VERY TRAGIC!
AND I CAN SEE HOW BUCKY INSPIRED HIM!!! 😭
ARGHHHH
I wanna see scenes with him in themmmmm
also…
It was something my Dad said while we were watching Captain America: Civil War together. He just said “It’s Capsicle and Buckypop”, talking about how both of them were frozen at some point in their lives…and I liked it, so yeahhhhh.😆
that is amazinggggg XD
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
@freedomwriter76
Oh and wait, so capsicle is like popsicle, so Buckypop is like sodapop? I’m a little confused but It doesn’t matter anyways 😂
Also I got accepted into university for next year 😁
"Than finish it... Because I'm with you till the end of the line." <3
@freedomwriter76
And my parents say my charries are depressing!!!!
No, seriously though, I love Conrad! If you post any snippets about him, PLEASE tag me!!!!!
Also, did you like just now create Conrad, or have you had him for a while, just now posting him? (just me being curious)
Lukas&Livia
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Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333@freedomwriter76
Why????!!!
was torturing Riker not enough for you???!!!
But I love him!!!
and I didn’t know that was something the Nazis did (just another wicked thing to add to the list)
the poor boy!!!!!
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
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I don’t know how this happened….
In my WIP, there was this guy who broke into someone’s house and tried to kill him. They talked to the guy and found out his name. Well, they talk to him a couple of chapters later and they ask his name. At the moment, I couldn’t come up with anything so I put a placeholder for his name. And I literally just noticed yesterday that I had come up with his name earlier. 😭😱🤣
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
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@esther-c I love that 😂😆😝
Also I got accepted into university for next year 😁
Ahh I’m so happy for you!!!💖💖💖
@savannah_grace @smiley @euodia-vision
I know…I know…he’s so tragic
And yes, Sara, I just now made him lol 😂
OH and also everyone above and also @rae and @grcr and @highscribeofaetherium
here’s Conrad’s board!! 😭💖💔😭
@freedomwriter76
😭😭
Home is where your massive, overflowing collection of LEGO bricks is.
@freedomwriter76
Thanks you!
Love the board too!
How is it going with getting your book copyrighted/published?
"Than finish it... Because I'm with you till the end of the line." <3
@freedomwriter76
Awww, I love the board! 😭😭
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
I could totally see myself doing that XD I just make up names on the spot sometimes.
“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped
OH MY GOSH. KP ATE MY POSTE 3 TIMES IN A ROW!!!!!!!!!!!
@hybridlore @euodia-vision @freedomwriter76 @smiley @mineralizedwritings @esther-c @acancello @raeSo the intrusive thoughts won again.
I may or may not have started a new WIP.
I know.
I tried to convince myself not to…but…well………………………..
That didn’t happen.
This WIP is really special to me because it’s an autobiography of sorts of my summer this year. I only wrote the first chapter…but…I felt like posting it……so if you don’t want to read it then ignore it……but here it is…..
The car rattles along the old country road. I hear the familiar clink of gravel against the undercarriage of the car, and I peer out the window at the breathtaking scenery. Craggy rocks jut out from the grassy plains. Red and orange rocks adorn the hillsides, and a clear blue sky blankets my world.
With every turn of the wheels, my heart thrums with excitement. Every turn of the wheels is bringing me closer and closer to the place I have longed to be for months…summer camp.
Campfires.
Laughter.
Memories made.
I rest my head against the cool windowpane and smile. It will be like a big reunion-
Bailey.
Riley.
Quinton.
And Sake.
Oh no. Crap. I forgot about Sake. The smile ebbs away from my face like dust in the wind. Images flood my mind. Me standing there, like a complete idiot. Me making a big show of how smart I was, of how I knew everything about horses. Seeing the spark of anger and frustration in his eyes as I told him how wrong he was. I was right. Because I was always right.
Always right? Ha. I wish.
Our car trundles along, following the route I have taken so many times before. The familiar landmarks are the same, the steep hill that always makes my stomach turn, the old rustic houses, the still ponds.
And with every new hill the car crests with ease, my heart sinks with dread.
What if he remembers?
What if he hates me now?
What if he doesn’t want to be friends anymore?
“Are you excited?” Mom tears me from my thoughts. I look over at her. The light streaming through the window catches her caramel brown hair just right so it shines.
Excited? Sure. Excited to be a Junior Staff again. Excited to help out with the 5th and 6th graders, excited to be on the camp worship team with my parents, excited to see old friends….but the awkwardness of seeing Sake again outweighs all that.
“Yeah,” I mumble, sinking into my chair. Oh, I hope he’s not there…
“Really?” Mom raises an eyebrow, still keeping her bright blue eyes trained on the road in front of us. I sigh. She can read me like an open book. There’s no getting out of this one.
“I am,” I frown. “But what if Sake’s there?”
“What about Sake?” Mom tilts her head to the side.
“The last day of camp, when we were Junior Staffing,” I begin, “I was kind of being a little brat and was annoying him,” I feel my cheeks flush at the memory. “I think he hates me now.”
Mom laughs from next to me. “Oh, Sara. I’m sure he doesn’t hate you. He probably doesn’t even remember. Boys don’t hold grudges near as much as girls do.”
“Really?” I look at her, wide eyed, hope flaring in my heart. I hope she’s right. Oh, God, please let her be right!
I brush a strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.
I can’t believe I used to like him.
I let the memories take me back to the hot summer day. The sun beat down on us, and the trees provided little shade.
Sake and I had been painting the “train”. Quentin was weed whacking or something, Riley was who-knows-where, and Bailey was in her room resting, because she had a migraine.
We talked, laughed, like old friends.
His blonde hair shone in the sun, his blue eyes matched the sky overhead. And me, being twelve, wondered if he was the one.
I cringe, remembering my old feelings. Eww. Gross. Not Sake.
I was one weird twelve year old, that was for sure.
I return to gazing out the window.
And then I see it.
The cross, on the hill, a sign of hope, a marker that tells you, “you’re not lost in some no-man’s land! You made it!”. On the hill, like a silhouette against the afternoon sun, I see the cross that marks the entrance to my home for the next week.
And then I see the sign.
Eastern Montana Bible Camp.
We’re here.
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333FINALLY IT POSTED!!!!!!!!!!
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333I love that! I want to hear more of the story! Is this all from your personal experience or did you add some parts?
"Real love is for your good, not for your comfort." -Justin Whitmel Earley
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