Yeah, the papaya thing was amazing.

uggh, some of the worst dreams are when you dreamt you did your school work, to the point you solve math problems in your sleep, only to wake up and realize that noooo there’s a whole day of school ahead. It’s a miserable revelation.

I have lucid dreamed… like a few years ago. When I have dreams like that and I try to change them it usually malfunctions and the dream starts spiraling out of control. It leaves my brain and the entire dream very disoriented. I go through these phases every like 1-2 months where I have about a week of extremely vivid or extremely…[Read more]

So, I don’t have dreams with my characters in them a lot, but if I’m awake at some odd hour of the night it’s highly likely one of them will be up to some kind of mischief. What happened the other day was that my sister woke me up at like…[Read more]

ooooohhh….. I really like your first poem, and I can really relate to parts of it, especially hide and go seek in church basements. And pill bugs… those little things are so adorable…

Oh my word wat? You wrote a poem in your sleep??! But then again maybe that’s not so crazy. I…[Read more]

Unfortunately, there’s a lot of sadness in this story… *sniffles*

Thanks so much!

Thank you! Yeah, I need to go back somewhere and add in her age… XD Marie is 13 years old, and William is 10.

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Sorry for not posting anything.. life has been crazy, especially this past week. I haven’t been able to finish the Inktober prompt list yet, but I’m getting there. I just added 3 more snippets for you guys.

It wasn’t until he woke that William realized he was screaming. He sat up straight and convulsed with wracking sobs, his hands clenched against his face. A shadowed form darted into his room and he doubled over with a shriek.

“Will! William!” Marie leapt onto the edge of his bed and pried away his shaking fingers. “Look at me!”…[Read more]

Fear crawled in the pit of William’s stomach as he replayed last night’s celebration. Marie promised to talk, but with each hour that ticked by his trepidation grew greater. At last a knock echoed from his door and he opened it. Marie hushed him and motioned for William to follow her. She took him down a corridor he didn’t…[Read more]

William fidgeted lightly in his chair as his eyes wandered through the room full of men. A party had been thrown in honor of Britain’s swift victory over Nelindar, and many of the officers praised the commander for his crucial role in leading his men.

Boisterous laughter bounced off the walls and William squirmed as the…[Read more]

Yep… it wasn’t the only time we found ‘once-alive-things’ in his pockets. XD Thank goodness he doesn’t do such things anymore. We’re more likely to find nails, screws, or rocks in his pockets now.

Thanks! And yeah, maybe someday we need to have a comeback with the toad. (:

Aww, thanks! I’m really enjoying this story. It’s been quite a refreshing change from my major WIP. I think this will end up being a short story or novella.

The only difference is, my brother would put frogs in his pockets… and they would come out in the wash.

Yeah, the toad one reminds me of my brother. XD

*deeply misses Chick-fil-a*

That drawing looks like it’s pencil. Tis very good.

Hey, I just saw this and as a mapmaker decided to place a bit of input.

If you want to do digital maps, there is a thing called Inkarnate. It’s where you can build your maps online. The downside is that to access all their tools, you need to buy their premium option, but they also have a free option.

I am a self-trained…[Read more]

I just updated this yesterday. I thought I had tagged you, but apparently I tagged someone else twice.

Here is the Inktober snippet series I’ve been working on.

Yeah, this is the second time in a week that storms have taken out the power, so my mom keeps teasing my sister and I because we’re like totally having the time of our lives collecting candles and just enjoying the mood.

Yeah I’ve been posting it as an Inktober snippet series. I can quickly go back and tag you for it.

Last night we had a huge storm came through that took out our power and it has slowly diminished to just rain, but the thunder woke up our whole house at 4 something and I ended up spending an hour trying to figure out a plot idea and…[Read more]

Here’s three more snippets! I’m definitely not anywhere near caught up to the daily prompt list, but that’s alright. Some snippets need a bit of extra work and there have been some days where I was unable to finish a snippet.

Water still dripped from the boughs of the trees but even the wetness of the earth could not contain William indoors. He embraced it. The yellowed leaves of autumn skipped across the pavement and the last wavering blades on the ash tree swirled and spun, longing to be free. William clasped a handful of the delicate seeds and…[Read more]

William began to refer to London as ‘The Land of Constant Dripping’. It had rained the night of his arrival, it had poured the next day when Irene and the commander took him clothes shopping, and now as he looked out the windows of his new room the city was bathed in drizzling fog.

Marie slipped in beside him and William gestured…[Read more]

Soft rain plinked against the windows as William curled deeper into the  blanket around him. He had received a hot bath and now found himself buried in an oversized shirt and breeches. It was the smallest pair that had been found, but he still felt quite odd in his new articles of clothing.

A soft knock echoed from the oaken…[Read more]

So last week I figured out how to use Google Sheets to keep track of my daily and weekly wordcounts for my two main writing projects and DUDE I LOVE IT!!!!

*suddenly gets an idea*

Does Kingdom Pen have a ghost? In the Young Writers Workshop there is a fictional ghost named Opal that haunts the Ydubs notification and tech systems. Whenever there are glitches or strange technical problems, the students blame it on Opal. One time they did a competition…[Read more]

Thanks! It’s been a good mental break from my more permanent WIP. In many places I’ve hit writer’s block or points where I completely lack motivation and brain energy. Writing the House of Nelindar has helped with that.

What is Wordpress??

Is everyone else’s font now some crazy thing too??

Yeah…. *sniffles a bit* It’s from my Inktober WIP called The House of Nelindar. It tells the story of a microstate that was conquered by the British Empire, and the first part of the story is told through the eyes of a 10-year-old survivor. His name is William Graeson, and the story traces through his story as a survivor and then…[Read more]

Your father is my worst enemy, and of all the wicked things he could ever call me, he called me son. 

Marie stepped back a pace, stunned.

“Did my message not arrive?” The commander frowned.

“No Papa.” She breathed, her eyes locked on William. She hesitantly stepped towards him and after a long pause, hugged him. He stood, rigid and unprepared for her embrace. She drew back for a moment and attempted a smile. Marie was slender,…[Read more]

William craned his neck out of the window to watch the towers and spires of London creep by. The architecture filled him with awe and momentarily chased away the panic of his situation. He was in the heart of the British Empire. The clamor and people around him were the machine that drove armies- armies to his home. He watched in…[Read more]

It’s set in the late 1700s to early 1800s. The microstate is fictional, but there will probably be events in the story that are real. It’s set in Europe. There are lots of stories of small clans, microstates, and mini nations that were conquered by larger clans and nations. That’s how a lot of Great Britain came together. I’m…[Read more]

William stumbled down the ruined path that threaded through his village. Desolation greeted him at every turn. Not a single house had been spared. The homes of his friends were now ghosts of charred stone and timber. The people were equally ravaged. Each face was lifeless, their eyes dim without mirth.

He staggered through the…[Read more]

William blinked in the dim candlelight that spilled across the chamber. A pungent mix of smells filled his nostrils and he found the source of it in an arrangement of medicinal bottles beside his bed. He froze. He no longer had a bed or home. It had all burned.

Dread creeped up his spine and he staggered to his feet. The floor…[Read more]

Those are some pretty cool collages!!!

Here you go!

William raised his white flag and vowed to always remember. His eyes spilled tears as his people were slaughtered in the name of Empire. The screams of his people rang across the hills and moaned down into the hollows. The ground gave no rest for the slain. All around fire licked away at his dreams and consumed his family’s…[Read more]

Alright! I think I’ll just make another forum so snippets don’t clog this place up. I’ll label it ‘Inktober Snippet Series: House of Nelindar’. They’ll probably be choppy, especially since I’m using a prompt list, but I shall try.

‘House of Nelindar’

or,

‘Heirs of Nelindar’

I haven’t decided yet. (: But I’m super excited!! Long story short it involves extinct…[Read more]