I never post anymore…. Tuesday, Jun 29 2010 

But thats cause no one reads! On a three hour roadtrip i wrote 5 drabbles, which are stories exactly 100 words long. No more, no less. Here they are:


 Ghost Bar

In the dark, death bar, I clean the little shot glass and pass it down an empty table.

There it is filled with alcoholic sorrow and blood and is tipped in the air a customer downs the shot.

I sigh as the door rattles, signaling that another patron is entering.

It is fresh. A new ghost. The freezing draft tells me this.

I hear the invisible whispers order a Bloody Mary and I shake my head with a laugh. As I feel chills, my laughter dies in my throat.

I pull out the bottle.

The recently deceased have no humor.

The God of Pain 

Blue skies fall upon her until she loses all senses. Her heart drowns in light and breathes golden sunbeams.

Her sister is the goddess of wind, and she of light.

I forever wade in storm clouds, at least, until lightning finds me.

I have no use of my heart, for it is locked within hers.

I sit on the banks of the Moon River with my brother, the god of fire. I am the god of pain.

I see her across the bank. My brother nudges me.

I slowly raise my arm and wave.

She doesn’t even look.

I’m Pain.

 Fey Blood

Hunger burns in the wolf’s throat and I taste the blood of my kill. I smile mockingly at him, bloodlust oozing from my pores. None for him. All for me. My grin stretches over my face, reaching farther than any human’s lips. Fairy blood drips across my fangs, onto the carcass of my fey meal.

It is a goblin, perhaps. Maybe a troll. I do not care either way. It is mine, and in my mouth and replenishing my thirst. It is beautiful. The crimson pooling in my throat, on my tongue.

I shall always remember my very first fairy.

 Car Rides

We race storm clouds in a backwards macabre climb across the deathly dark roads. The taste of victory still hangs on our tongues, indulging our senses and blocking out our fear of the death vapor above our heads, above our little silver car’s roof.

We dive into the storm’s heart, our little less than minivan shuttering against the wind, streamers pouring from our windows, ripping off the car.

The water has yet to come. Still waiting for the downpour. Heavy metal pounds in my ears, but the others are calm. My gut wrenches. Then the semi truck hit our car.

 Little Pirates Fall

Behind me is the stool leading to the platform, to the gallows. Fake tears flood my face

and I smudge my stage makeup in the process. I smile for a split second at the crowd, then climb the stairs. My face is a mask.

It was one sick play, if anything else.  Phil, the pirate, shouts in his too convincing accent, and my bones rattle. He is also set in one of the nooses. We both cry out, to stop the hanging, but as usual, we are unsuccessful.

The floor gives. This time, there is no stool to stop death.

CREEPY. At least I think so.


Annoying facets of current Teen Literature Thursday, Jun 10 2010 

This especially features Fantasy and Horror!

Reoccuring things in teen lit.

1.)The girl is indifferent, although she is drop dead gorgeous and is made the freak of the school

2.)Either she is new, or the boy is new, and they are forced in some class to sit next to each other.

3.)The boy is so undeniably ‘gorgeous’ that she can’t help but fall in love with him, although they rarely share meaningful moments together.  

4.)Either he or she is an exception to the other’s powers

5.)If the guy is a vampire, ghost, or werewolf, great.

6.)Wuthering Heights MUST have something to do with it.

Makes. Me. ANGRY.

I mean, can’t authors be original? I mean now all this crap with Greek gods are coming up, but they’re getting everything wrong! I am thouroughly ANNOYED.

I can’t wait to break the system, but I will be thoroughly annoyed if anyone copies me.

Okay, rant ended.

Loving the Summer, Hating the Block Thursday, Jun 10 2010 

I am writing though! I am currently solidly in the 18k right now. I want it to be a full length 50k novel, although my dream is to make it 70k and have a sequel, which may be possible, if i don’t keep forgetting the plot! heh.

Its like how I DID have a plot set out for Conspiracy’s sequels, but I’m a discovery writer, so I just couldn’t stand it! So I gave up.

So, I am saving up money to go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, but I am probably going to spend most of that money on iTunes, food, and publishing, since I would like to do a Lulu thing with Conspiracy for the heck of it. For friends, family, fans(HAHA don’t make me laugh!) ect. ect.

I want also to do an anthology, but I don’t know any writers that would do it with me. Maybe I’ll do it with the Write It community.

But first I need to think of a subject.

Bye Ghosties!


If it were a movie… Tuesday, Jun 1 2010 

Hey ghost readers….

I don’t know that last time I spoke to you. But its basically talking to a wall, since none of you, if you read this, actually respond. I would dance with joy though, if you answered it 😀

Well, to give you some content, apparitions, I will put down the basics of what I would do if Hello Friends was made a movie:

Director: Tim Burton, Matthew Vaugh, and Henry Seslick would be AMAZING

Scoring: Bruno Coulias(Coraline), Danny Elfman(Alice in Wonderland), and Howard Shore(LOTR)


Tristan: Ben Barnes(Prince Caspian)

Ethelyn: Hayley Williams(Paramore)

Yran: Thomas Dekker(Taylor from My Sister’s Keeper) But I would have wanted Heath Ledger to play him 😥

Vincent: Gerard Butler(300)

Althea: Dakota Fanning

Lupe: Julian O’Donnell

Arminta: Katherine Heigl/ Jeri Ryan

December: Helena Bonham Carter

Darius: NO IDEA

Arminta’s Husband: Marton Csokas

Stayne(Faceless Man):Danny Masterson

Crescent: Natalia Tena


Haunted: Evanescence

Bayside: They’re not Horses, They’re Unicorns

Paramore: Misguided Ghosts

 Making April: Roses and Butterflies

My Chemical Romance: Sleep

Up Against the Wall: Boyslikegirls

Nine Days: Absolutely(story of a girl)

Making April: I Wrote This Song

Beth Quist: Monsters

Making April: Wide Awake

Breaking Benjamin: Had Enough

Breaking Benjamin: Diary of Jane

AFI: Love Like Winter

Network Producing it: Warner Bros.

Bye Ghosties!